She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 127

◎Main Story Complete!◎0

As for the true identity of the Second Master, Mi Jichen, Yan Luoyue had long harbored suspicions.0

Of course, in the beginning, Yan Luoyue had no inkling of it.0

Back then, she had happily soaked in the hot springs with Mi Jichen and even coaxed him into plucking the freshest herbs favored by their rabbit master.0

On afternoons after training, she would rush to Mi Jichen’s room with Wu Manshuang, sitting side by side on the central rug.0

The two of them would playfully tease Mi Jichen in unison—"Ah, Second Master, since you’re a brush spirit, you must be great at storytelling, right? Tell us one!"0

During those days, Yan Luoyue truly believed Mi Jichen was nothing more than the spirit of a white jade brush.0

It wasn’t until the incident in Shancha Town, when Jiang Tingbai arrived and carelessly uttered the obscure term "Emotion Devourer," that a vague thought flickered through Yan Luoyue’s mind.0

Like a shooting star streaking across the sky, she failed to grasp it.0

The Hongtong Palace’s harboring of demons, which led to Chu Tiankuo and his companions falling victim to the Emotion Devourer, sent shockwaves throughout the human realm.0

Only when reviewing the events afterward did Yan Luoyue recall—it was around this time that Mi Jichen began his endless seclusion.0

At first, Mi Jichen’s seclusion seemed to take place within their own peak.0

Later, when Yan Luoyue searched the entire peak and found no trace of him, she took her question to Ji Qinghong.0

The answer she received was that Mi Jichen had gone into seclusion under the sect leader’s supervision.0

This explanation made no sense for anyone else.0

But given that Ji Qinghong, as a rabbit, was shameless enough to think, "Though he’s my disciple, I can’t be bothered—let the sect leader handle him," Yan Luoyue was actually fooled!0

It wasn’t until Mi Jichen’s seclusion stretched endlessly—from one or two years to four or five—that Yan Luoyue finally caught on.0

The voice of an Emotion Devourer was neither distinctly male nor female, yet both at once. And Mi Jichen’s voice bore the same peculiarity.0

Emotion Devourers could control others through special means.0

As for Mi Jichen—hadn’t Yan Luoyue seen it herself? With a mere whistle, he had "summoned" hundreds of birds.0

Perhaps it wasn’t summoning, but a method of control, identical in principle to how Emotion Devourers manipulated other cultivators.0

Emotion Devourers fed on emotions, with most preferring the negative ones.0

The one Chu Tiankuo encountered had "slowly savored" him for this very reason.0

And Mi Jichen… though he claimed his cultivation method was unique, requiring him to fulfill others’ wishes, he never hid from Yan Luoyue that he could sense the emotions of those whose wishes he granted.0

Later, when Yin Wangyou was completing the demonic lineage chart, Ji Qinghong’s insistence on labeling the Emotion Devourer under the "Cowardly Demon" category suddenly made perfect sense.0

By the time Yan Luoyue pieced everything together, she was already in the Spirit Realm.0

She shared her deductions with Wu Manshuang, awaiting her confirmation or denial.0

Wu ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‍Manshuang gazed out the window, deep in thought, before finally saying, "I believe cultivation techniques and innate talents are neither good nor evil—but people’s choices are."0

And their Second Master, Mi Jichen, had chosen kindness.0

Later, Ji Qinghong gifted Yan Luoyue a white jade brush.0

In the moment it was placed in her hands, both she and her rabbit master knew exactly what they were entrusting to her.0

…0

Now, back to the present.0

A peculiar Emotion Devourer stepped forward from the crowd.0

Its form remained a dull gray, like a shadowy haze or the sky before a storm.0

Yet, when its cotton-candy-like body dispersed, many glimpsed—for just an instant—the smoke forming the shape of a warm, smiling face.0

Until now, the known methods to subdue an Emotion Devourer were physical refinement techniques or Ji Qinghong’s emotional flames.0

But from this day onward, a third method would be recorded.0

—Turns out, Emotion Devourers could harm their own kind.0

In an instant, the demon dissolved into mist, drifting toward the players.0

Many instinctively tensed.0

The previous battles had taught them that when an Emotion Devourer dispersed like this, an attack was imminent.0

Once the gray mist touched them, players would be engulfed in endless negative emotions—agonizing pain, paralyzing fear, bitter regret, crushing sorrow…0

But this time, the "attack" was nothing like before.0

This extraordinary Emotion Devourer didn’t even need to get close before thinning like wisps of cloud.0

The gray mist branched along the tree’s limbs, seeping into different "instances." Its body scattered into faint, rain-like tendrils, until even its original dark hue faded into a soothing milky white.0

The moment the mist touched them, nearly every player heard a voice.0

Soft, gentle, neither distinctly male nor female, carrying both warmth and melancholy.0

A voice they knew well—one that had once fulfilled an outer disciple’s wish by tirelessly retrieving a beloved bird from the golden wishing springs.0

The voice spoke unhurriedly:0

"‘To defeat these Emotion Devourers’… Your wish has been received."0

The instant the words faded, the white jade brush in Yan Luoyue’s arms burned like embers!0

Golden wish-energy surged forth like a musical fountain, its light chiming softly as it merged with the milky mist, gilding even the tree’s branches.0

Had Mi Jichen carried this energy from the start, he would’ve stood out among the demons like a star fallen into storm clouds.0

To their astonishment, the players found the mist didn’t harm them.0

Instead, the light clung to their weapons, edging blades and staves with shimmering gold, as if dipped in precious metal.0

Soon, the boldest among them tested their transformed weapon against a nearby Emotion Devourer.0

These demons, scattered across instances like stormcloud roadblocks, had barred the path to the silver threads.0

But when the golden artifact touched the surface of the Devourer of Emotions, the creature—which had previously remained unaffected by blades and spears—suddenly let out a piercing shriek!0

This meant the attack was effective!0

Witnessing this, the players' eyes lit up with excitement.0

Many of them wiped their faces in an instant, revealing classic villainous grins as they eagerly charged toward the barrier formed by the Devourers of Emotions.0

"Hehehe, no more wallowing in negativity—let us bring you some joy!"0

"You gave us misery, and we return it with golden light—fair trade, don’t you think?"0

If the Devourers of Emotions had even a shred of humor, they’d probably scream back:0

"Fair trade my foot—you’re downright ruthless!"0

As the players pressed their advantage, Yan Luoyue spared a glance at the object in her arms.0

The white jade brush was still radiating golden light, so dazzling it nearly rendered her translucent, as if she’d undergone an X-ray.0

But what truly reassured her was the familiar voice emanating from the brush—lighthearted, gentle, and carrying an androgynous clarity:0

"Little Junior Sister, my assistance has a time limit. All the emotions I’ve accumulated can only sustain me for the duration of a cup of tea. Hurry and remind them to finish this quickly."0

The next moment, every player participating in the mission received a system notification:0

[System Message: You have received Mi Jichen’s Blessing. Time Limit: 00:05:00]0

With time now a pressing factor, the players’ attacks grew swift and decisive.0

"Only five minutes left? Let’s pick up the pace, friends!"0

"More than enough—focus fire, surround it, unleash everything!"0

"Block it, don’t let it escape!"0

Amid the fervor, another sincere and undeniable sentiment arose:0

"Who is this 'Mi Jichen,' anyway?"0

"Doesn’t matter who—thank you for helping us fulfill our wishes!"0

...0

With the Devourers of Emotions’ negative effects neutralized, Yan Luoyue finally felt some relief.0

"Second Senior Brush, you’ve used up almost all your stored power. Will you be alright?"0

The voice from the white jade brush remained as cheerful as ever.0

"If everyone succeeds, I’ll harvest the joy from their fulfilled wishes... It won’t match my previous reserves, but with so many people, it’ll be enough for me to reform my physical body."0

Hearing this, a faint smile touched Yan Luoyue’s lips.0

"So it’s a win-win, then."0

She still had many questions, but none needed asking now.0

Mi Jichen had emerged from the horde of Devourers of Emotions, chosen the side of the cultivation world, and unleashed all the wish-energy stored in the white jade brush—that alone explained everything.0

The Sect Leader had once hinted to the Nightmare Shadow, "We have someone in the demon realm."0

Now, it was clear that person was none other than Mi Jichen.0

And the one who had orchestrated the "Sleepwalking Incident" in the demon realm, delivering messages to the demons night after night, only to flee at the sight of Wu Manshuang—of course, it had been their beloved Second Senior Brush all along.0

The thought made Yan Luoyue curious. "Second Senior Brush, why did you run when you saw Manshuang?"0

Wait, should she be calling them Second Senior Demon now?0

But "Second Senior Brush" was a nickname everyone had grown accustomed to.0

Mi Jichen answered sheepishly, "I was... a little afraid."0

"Afraid?" Was it fear of being harmed by the power of extreme Yin?0

"Well," Mi Jichen murmured softly, "I was afraid Manshuang’s wish would be to see me."0

"If that were the case, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from stepping forward and reuniting with all of you."0

...0

Through the united efforts of the entire cultivation world, the shadow cast by the Puppet-Devourer Net was gradually being pushed back.0

—The aberrant creatures sent to the human realm were already at a disadvantage in battle; the Devourers of Emotions had been wiped out by the players; and the colossal Rolling Demons could no longer serve as protective shells for the Puppet-Devourer Net. After all, the largest among them had been shattered into pieces millennia ago by the Wailing Flames of the Crow.0

Now, the only two Devourers of Emotions left in the cultivation world were likely the one residing within Yan Luoyue’s white jade brush and the one fully fused with the Puppet-Devourer Net.0

With all its trump cards exhausted, the Puppet-Devourer Net issued another "summoning" command.0

This time, it sought to call upon the newborn aberrant creatures birthed by the Mother Demons scattered throughout the demon realm.0

"..."0

Predictably, the Puppet-Devourer Net found itself stuck in an awkward silence.0

Yan Luoyue could guess what it had just attempted—and couldn’t help but feel a little smug.0

At this moment, the Puppet-Devourer Net’s past arrogance and indifference toward lesser aberrant creatures turned into a blade, its sharp edge now pointed inward.0

Only now did it belatedly realize: every advantage it had relied upon had been dismantled by Yan Luoyue, handed over to the very beings it had scorned—humans, demons, and players alike—and crushed by their collective efforts.0

This Puppet-Devourer Net had traversed at least four worlds and was undergoing its fourth evolution. By all logic, it should have been invincible. Yet here it was, defeated in a newborn world by such means.0

The realization struck the Puppet-Devourer Net dumb.0

Then, through the mental link it shared with Yan Luoyue, a tidal wave of disbelief surged forth.0

"—You? How could you? You? How could you?"0

The sheer intensity of this thought overwhelmed all other transmissions, flooding the connection between Yan Luoyue and the Puppet-Devourer Net.0

Such a reaction only underscored how devastating and humiliating this defeat was.0

Yet, when Yan Luoyue received the message, all she could think of was a broken record.0

Apparently, the essence of aberrant creatures wasn’t so different from humans—both were prone to endless repetition.0

Perhaps a trace of her amusement leaked through the link.0

Soon, the Puppet-Devourer Net’s emotions escalated from frustration to outright impotent rage.0

"You know, I’ve never once doubted 'how we could,'" Yan Luoyue said breezily. "Because Manshuang and I always knew we’d win."0

The Puppet-Devourer Net’s response was laced with venomous malice, twisted hatred, and undiminished scorn.0

"Is it because you’re... this world’s so-called 'natural deities'?"0

The way it spat out "natural deities" dripped with condescension, as if mocking a childish nursery rhyme.0

Yan Luoyue scoffed. "Seems you’ll never understand."0

“—We will surely win, precisely because we never place ourselves on the pedestal of divine beings—except when it’s time to take responsibility.”0

This puppet, the Devourer of Emotions, was the shadow lurking behind the scenes, the chessmaster manipulating the board, the puppeteer pulling the strings of a marionette show.0

Under its rule, only puppets and dregs were permitted to exist—never “people.”0

And that was precisely the problem.0

Wu Manshuang took over the conversation, his tone calm yet firm. “A solitary path cannot be walked far. You may be powerful, but you are nothing more than a lone tyrant.”0

Hearing her own thoughts voiced by the little snake, Yan Luoyue exchanged a knowing smile with Wu Manshuang.0

Both of them could feel it—victory was within reach, just ahead of them.0

Like a progress bar in a game, once it crossed the halfway mark, a small indicator would appear.0

The cultivation world had already stripped the Devourer of Emotions of its sharp claws and fangs, allowing Yan Luoyue to finally confront its true nature.0

At this moment, her earlier decision—to refine the essence of the Moonfall Tree into a magical artifact specifically to counter this hidden mastermind—proved its worth.0

Just as Chu Tiankuo, after being refined, exerted a washing machine-like gravitational pull on the Devourer’s minions, the Moonfall Tree’s essence was hundreds, if not thousands, of times more potent.0

Thus, to the Devourer’s shock, from this very second onward, the Moonfall Tree’s absorption force became as irresistible as a black hole.0

Its streams of information seemed to dissolve into the Moonfall Tree’s spiritual energy; its emotion-devouring demons nearly plunged into a frenzied whirlpool of slaughter.0

Even its near-complete evolution was forcibly disrupted by the Moonfall Tree.0

That feeling—of being just one step away from success, only to have it violently severed—was enough to drive anyone mad.0

“—You brought this upon yourselves!”0

The Devourer of Emotions could no longer maintain its condescending tone.0

In its fury, the broken silver threads across its shadowy, blackened form exploded outward like a lion’s mane.0

With venom, it hissed at Wu Manshuang, “You claim a lone tyrant cannot walk far? Then let me show you—even with followers, they are nothing but feeble chickens and dogs!”0

Though its evolution was incomplete, the most crucial elements were already in its grasp.0

And that was—0

The Devourer bared its teeth in a grotesque grin.0

Only then did Yan Luoyue realize—this pitch-black monstrosity had a mouth full of gleaming white teeth.0

It sneered, “Did you truly believe I could only control the aberrant?”0

Before the words even faded, Tao Tao and Song Qingchi’s faces twisted in shock as their limbs moved against their will.0

Struggle filled their eyes, yet both raised their weapons toward Yan Luoyue, who was wholly focused on the Moonfall Tree.0

At the critical moment, Chu Tiankuo reacted swiftly.0

Your senior brother will always be your senior brother. With one hand on each of their necks, he forced Tao Tao and Song Qingchi to the ground.0

“What’s happening?” Chu Tiankuo’s thick, straight brows furrowed.0

No explanation was needed—Tao Tao and Song Qingchi’s actions were answer enough.0

Yan Luoyue immediately understood: the Devourer’s third evolved ability was control over beings beyond the aberrant.0

In contrast, Chu Tiankuo, being half-human and half-artifact, escaped its grasp.0

Shifting to the Moonfall Tree’s perspective, its hidden roots scoured the surroundings.0

Yan Luoyue could see: both the human and demon realms were now in chaos.0

The Devourer seemed capable of controlling only humans, not demons.0

Thus, human scouting teams in the demon realm now moved like stiff puppets, their expressions frozen in horror.0

As for mixed teams of humans and demons—0

At the first sign of trouble, Shen Jingxuan acted decisively. With a swift backward strike, she punched herself square in the face.0

Her fists, usually a relentless force against enemies, proved just as merciless against herself.0

In the next instant, blood gushed from her nose as she collapsed backward like a toppling statue.0

The only silver lining? She had removed her spiked sea urchin gauntlets earlier to administer medicine.0

The Zhunti Flag Master stood dumbfounded, watching as Master Jingxuan knocked herself out.0

Before he could even ask “why,” the Buddhist disciples in the team began shifting unnaturally, their postures stiffening.0

“…”0

In the human realm, low-level cultivators snapped to attention as if struck by a petrifying plague.0

Had the Devourer mastered this ability fully, the cultivation world would have been bathed in blood.0

Yan Luoyue’s expression darkened. “…No matter what you do next, your defeat is certain.”0

The Devourer’s emotions seethed with resentment, yet it did not refute her words.0

Instead, it laughed coldly. “Then have you truly won?”0

It still did not understand emotions, nor would it accept defeat by such a “child’s play” strategy.0

But cruelty and malice ran deep in its veins. Since Yan Luoyue claimed to care for these ants, it would make them perform a grand finale for her!0

The Devourer’s intent pulsed through their mental link, more visceral than words.0

Yan Luoyue’s reaction was immediate—a curse tore from her lips.0

In short, realizing its loss was inevitable, the Devourer had decided to go out with a bang.0

Drawing a sharp breath, Yan Luoyue steadied herself—until she felt Wu Manshuang’s pinky brush lightly against her palm.0

Instantly, as if swallowing a calming pill, her breathing evened out.0

Between them existed countless little signals—some born of habit, others of unspoken understanding.0

That faint brush of his finger? A silent cue: stall for time.0

After a pause, Yan Luoyue spoke slowly. “Your control over humans—you began testing it back when the Silver Light Arena distributed the blood wine, didn’t you?”0

Even lowly aberrants like the mud-burrowers knew: consume enough human swordsmen, and you might evolve into a Bladebone Demon.0

So at the Devourer’s level, it must have long theorized its own evolutionary path.0

Thus, it had the Silver Light Arena distribute blood wine, forging a link between itself and humans, proving that invisible puppet strings could indeed be spun.0

Before evolution, controlling humans required the blood wine as a medium. Now, even half-evolved, the Devourer could do it alone.0

It did not hesitate to send out the aberrant creatures to slaughter humans.0

In the twisted logic of the Puppet Heart-Devouring Demon, no matter how these two species tore each other apart, it would all count as keeping the spoils within its own pot.0

After hearing Yan Luoyue’s speculation, the Puppet Heart-Devouring Demon let out a cold laugh.0

As if knowing this answer would infuriate Yan Luoyue the most, it corrected, "My true intention was to have many humans die."0

—As long as the number of humans decreased, the difficulty of controlling them would lessen.0

If it had fully completed its evolution, perhaps it could have even manipulated demons and monsters… What a pity, what a pity!0

The suction of the Moonfall Tree grew stronger, and Yan Luoyue was doing her utmost to hasten its demise.0

Sensing this, the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net retaliated by intensifying its control over the humans.0

The Moonfall Tree roots spread across the human realm could perceive that humans were on the verge of turning their blades against one another.0

"You’d better love them as much as you claim," the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net sneered threateningly. "That way, after I die, I can leave you with a wasteland."0

"…"0

As if struck at a vital point by these words, Yan Luoyue loosened her suppression of the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net slightly.0

Through their mental connection, the emotions she conveyed were filled with unwilling resentment.0

"…Since I’ve done my part, it’s your turn to reciprocate."0

The response from the other side was saturated with arrogance, satisfaction, mockery, and disdain…0

The Puppet Heart-Devouring Net complied and loosened its grip on its hostages, laughing wildly without restraint.0

"Now, has the battle been decided?" it crowed triumphantly. "Who will die by whose hand?"0

"—You will die by the hands of everything you’ve scorned," Wu Manshuang answered coldly.0

The moment he spoke, the black shadow woven with silver threads trembled uncontrollably.0

The Puppet Heart-Devouring Demon’s main body convulsed violently, like seaweed swaying in the wind.0

The two humans it had first controlled—Tao Tao and Song Qingchi—finally regained their breath from the puppet’s grip.0

Chu Tiankuo remained cautious, keeping a firm hand on the backs of their necks, unwilling to release them easily. "What’s going on? Did that thing have a seizure?"0

"—Oh, not exactly. It’s mainly because we’ve arrived."0

A ghostly figure emerged halfway from the tangle of silver threads.0

The effect was chilling enough to fit seamlessly into the soundtrack of a horror film.0

The man who greeted Chu Tiankuo had a pair of dark, gleaming eyes, brimming with wild vitality—beautiful yet dangerous, like a leopard.0

"The direct passage to the demon realm was sealed off by this thing long ago. We had to take a detour through the human realm via the Guiyuan Sect’s mirror to get here—apologies for the delay."0

Cen Mingxiao flashed a grin and enthusiastically gestured at Wu Manshuang. "But the Valiant Consort saw us just now, didn’t he?"0

"…"0

The title was even more horrifying than Cen Mingxiao’s entrance. Instantly, Chu Tiankuo recoiled three steps back, dragging his junior siblings with him.0

Amid Yan Luoyue’s muffled laughter, Wu Manshuang slowly ground his teeth like a venomous snake.0

"That term isn’t to be used lightly in the cultivation world. I’ve reminded you at least three times."0

"And," Wu Manshuang added icily, "I didn’t see you."0

"I only saw the wind blowing a sky full of trousers."0

Cen Mingxiao burst into laughter!0

"Ah, yes, yes! That’s exactly the kind of thing we Spirit Realm folks would do!"0

With that, he ducked back into the silver threads, leaving behind only his cheerful voice trailing in the wind—0

"Rumor has it that someone once described our Spirit Realm ancestors like this: ‘You’re so formidable, it’s like you’re walking computer viruses!’"0

Even though Cen Mingxiao’s face was no longer visible, Yan Luoyue could easily picture his deliberately innocent grin:0

"Big black thing, does this ‘computer virus’ analogy mean that if we want to disrupt your rhythm, we’ll hit the mark every time?"0

In the past, the Spirit Realm ancestors had been too few in number to do more than harass and sabotage the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net.0

But now, the enemy was a Puppet Heart-Devouring Net crippled beyond half its strength, while their side had brought a full thousand elite warriors from the Spirit Realm.0

The disparity was so vast that in their very first clash, the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net’s remote control was thrown into chaos by the Spirit Realm’s assault!0

Yan Luoyue could no longer suppress her smile.0

At this moment, her heart felt as light as a balloon, buoyed by the impending joy of victory.0

All that remained was for the dust to settle, and this balloon would soar into the sky.0

Then, she felt Wu Manshuang rest his chin atop her head and gently nuzzle her hair.0

"Manshuang?"0

"Mm, I’m here." Wu Manshuang’s voice was steady. "All this time, it’s been Luoyue steering the course for me and Wu Ti. Balancing our powers must have been exhausting for you."0

"So, for this final act… leave it to us."0

"Eh?" Yan Luoyue blinked in confusion, but atop her head, the Wu Ti flame eagerly swooped down.0

"Chirp chirp! So that feeling was right after all?"0

Wu Manshuang gave a slight nod. "Indeed. The connection is bidirectional."0

The Puppet Heart-Devouring Net couldn’t seize control over humans without paying a price.0

Perhaps it hadn’t even realized it itself: this evolutionary direction not only granted it the ability to manipulate humans but also meant it was being assimilated by this world.0

In other words, the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net’s body had already birthed the forces of extreme yin and yang.0

Before, this faint duality had remained indistinct.0

Only when it was on the verge of completing its evolution did this power flare up like a lightbulb in the dark, illuminating itself clearly before Wu Manshuang and the Wu Ti flame.0

This shift in the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net was the anomaly Wu Manshuang and the Wu Ti flame had sensed during their earlier journey to the demon realm.0

Even if the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net had barred the three of them from the demon realm until the moment of its evolution…0

Once the evolution was complete, a single encounter would allow Wu Manshuang and the Wu Ti flame to exploit this connection and claim its life.0

In other words, the path it had believed would let it turn the tables was, in truth, a dead end.0

Yet, the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net had remained oblivious to this.0

In truth, it had once had a chance to grasp the crux of the matter.0

But…0

Wu Manshuang recounted calmly, "Before the Zhunti Flag Master died, he pleaded for your help."0

Yet at that time, the Puppet Heart-Devouring Net had dismissed the human as worthless dregs, not even deigning to spare him a glance or a word.0

"You should have answered him—or at least looked at him."0

Wu Manshuang’s eyes curved slightly as he sighed with polite satisfaction. "That way, you might have learned how he died."0

—After all, the Zhunti Flag Master had met his end precisely because Wu Manshuang had drawn upon the yin forces within him.0

"Chirp chirp chirp!" The Crowfire Impatience cried out irritably. "Enough talking—let's just kill it, kill it, kill it!"0

"...Once we get back, I'm definitely sending you to Master Shen Jingxuan for some proper training," Yan Luoyue muttered under her breath.0

In the blink of an eye, Wu Manshuang and the Crowfire Impatience struck simultaneously.0

At that moment, no one except the disturbed Puppet Love-Snare itself—and Yan Luoyue, who was also a natural divine entity—could even discern what had just happened.0

All the onlookers saw was the remaining silver threads coiled around the Moonfall Tree snap apart in an instant.0

And the Puppet Love-Snare, which had nearly completed its fourth evolution and even resembled the Moonfall Tree in appearance, collapsed like a hollowed-out tree riddled with insects.0

It died without a sound, its end no different from that of the medicinal dregs it had once dismissed with contempt.0

Wu Manshuang exhaled softly, finally withdrawing his hands.0

His arms encircled Yan Luoyue from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as he nuzzled her cheek affectionately, like a lazy, contented cat.0

"It's over," Wu Manshuang declared.0

Hearing this, Chu Tiankuo finally released his grip on his junior disciples, sighing in relief.0

With deep emotion, he echoed, "...It's over."0

This great battle had been seeded tens of thousands of years ago, when sinister schemes first crept in.0

Three thousand years ago, during the Demon-Subduing War, the hatred had reached its peak.0

And now, at last, the mastermind behind it all lay lifeless in the dust, indistinguishable from a withered log.0

Its arrogance, ambition, ruthlessness, malice—and even the extraordinary luck that had carried it through four worlds and four evolutions—vanished in that single moment.0

Finally allowing herself to relax completely, Yan Luoyue leaned back into Wu Manshuang's embrace.0

She said cheerfully, "How wonderful. It feels like the start of a dream."0

Wu Manshuang chuckled softly by her ear. "Everything that's passed feels more like the dream."0

—And now?0

There was no need to ask. The answer lay in every heart.0

—Now was boundless hope, and the beautiful reality they would embrace.0

Yan Luoyue hooked her finger with Wu Manshuang's and murmured to him.0

"When you took that thing down, you didn’t damage too many of its parts, did you?"0

Wu Manshuang replied gently, "No. I knew you'd need them."0

"Good." Yan Luoyue's eyes curved into crescents. "Its spatial affinity is excellent. If I collect those silver threads, I might be able to forge a key to open other spatial passages."0

She nodded solemnly. "Well, that counts as recycling, doesn’t it?"0

"You're right."0

Yan Luoyue continued counting on her fingers. "And if I use its main body to craft a server, I might even be able to connect to modern Wi-Fi networks."0

"You're right."0

Yan Luoyue touched the tip of her nose. "You seem to be in such a good mood—does that mean you'll agree with anything I say now?"0

"You're right."0

Yan Luoyue blinked, her tone unchanged but her expression brimming with mischief.0

"Alright then. Listen carefully, Manshuang—we’re going to stay together forever and ever."0

"..." Wu Manshuang closed his eyes, his face lighting up with the same blissful contentment as when he'd first seen the Moonfall Tree in full bloom.0

In the next moment, he wrapped an arm around Yan Luoyue's slender waist, turning her halfway in his embrace.0

In her line of sight, Wu Manshuang's gaze softened as he leaned in slowly.0

Their faces drew close, his cascading black hair veiling them from view.0

Only a whisper, damp with tenderness, escaped between their lips, carried away by the breeze.0

"—You're right."0

—Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang would stay together forever and ever.0

From this moment on, their lives would hold only reunion, never parting.1