She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 124

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Shen Jingxuan could tell that the Zhunti Flag Master had deliberately arranged a safe position for her and her group.0

However, this was entirely unnecessary.0

Seeing that the Zhunti Flag Master still wanted to persuade her, Shen Jingxuan raised one hand vertically in front of her chest, recited a Buddhist chant, and cut off his next words.0

"Amitabha." Her voice was firm and resounding. "We, the Vajra Warrior Nuns and Vajra Warrior Monks, vow to dispel evil karma with the boundless power of the Dharma. Now that the alien invaders are upon us, there is no reason for us Buddhist cultivators to stand aside."0

The Zhunti Flag Master's smile faltered slightly, his expression clearly hesitant.0

This…0

How should he explain it to the master?0

What they needed for this mission was a sharp blade to pierce the enemy camp, not heavily armored and defensive masters!0

Noticing his hesitation, Shen Jingxuan declared with unwavering determination, "Our Temple of Heavenly Sound is willing to lead the vanguard and eradicate the sins of this world!"0

Behind her, the group of warrior monks and nuns who had come to aid the demon realm echoed in unison, "Our Temple of Heavenly Sound is willing to lead the vanguard and eradicate the sins of this world!"0

At that moment, the monks and nuns stood tall, palms pressed together in prayer, the 108-bead bracelets around their wrists swaying without wind, clinking softly against each other.0

Each gentle tap of the beads seemed to strike the Zhunti Flag Master's heart.0

Finally, gritting his teeth, he relented.0

"Very well. Since the masters have made their vow, I shall not refuse your goodwill."0

But as soon as he turned away, the Zhunti Flag Master still felt uneasy.0

So, he specifically arranged for baboon demons, tiger demons, and bear demons to flank both sides of the formation, reinforcing the left and right wings.0

The Zhunti Flag Master had a clever plan: even if the masters' offensive power wasn't as strong as expected, given how tough Buddhist cultivators were, they would surely remain unharmed.0

If the frontlines faltered, he could immediately order the flanking forces to surge forward!0

Yet, a quarter of an hour later, the Zhunti Flag Master was utterly dumbfounded.0

"…"0

Before his eyes, Master Jingxuan stood at the forefront of the monks and nuns, wearing a pair of strikingly ominous black gauntlets.0

The gauntlets were sharp and gleaming, their shape reminiscent of sea urchins or cacti. The roots of the spikes were stained with a thick, ominous crimson.0

The Zhunti Flag Master: "…"0

Wait, aren’t you monastics supposed to be compassionate?0

Master, what you’re wearing… isn’t just a weapon—it’s practically a torture device!0

Shen Jingxuan solemnly declared, "Amitabha. This humble nun is here to deliver you."0

The Zhunti Flag Master: "…"0

Huh? Is it just me, or is physical deliverance the new trend in Buddhism now?0

When the moment arrived, Shen Jingxuan wasted no time, leading the monks and nuns in a swift and ferocious charge into the alien invaders' ranks.0

Compared to the others, these masters from the Temple of Heavenly Sound were at the very front, their ferocity unmatched.0

As a native of the demon realm, the Zhunti Flag Master had thought he’d seen it all.0

But today, everything he witnessed shattered his expectations!0

In the blink of an eye, Master Jingxuan’s agile figure had already vanished into the swarm of alien invaders.0

She pierced through their camp like a blade, the process smoother than slicing through congealed fat with a scalding-hot knife.0

Under the sun, Shen Jingxuan’s shaved head gleamed brilliantly.0

The sharp spikes on her gauntlets also shone dazzlingly.0

The two sources of radiant light nearly blinded the Zhunti Flag Master.0

Even the baboon demons, known for their speed, couldn’t keep up with the Temple of Heavenly Sound’s masters as they plunged deep into enemy lines.0

It was as if, in the span of a single glance, these masters had transformed—like huskies let off their leashes, kangaroos spotting a punching bag, or wild horses kicked into a frenzy—charging freely and unrestrained!0

This assault didn’t just leave their allies stunned; the alien invaders in the camp were utterly overwhelmed, thrown into chaos.0

Seizing the opportunity, the Zhunti Flag Master grabbed his aide’s arm and urged, "Quick, we must follow!"0

His lips trembling slightly, he added uncertainly, "Should we send someone to protect the masters?"0

Normally, Buddhist disciples cultivated their Golden Bell Armor to be tougher than a turtle’s shell, so protection was unnecessary—they’d even compassionately shield others.0

But with this group…0

The Zhunti Flag Master couldn’t help but wonder: Did they trade their defensive prowess for such terrifying offensive power?0

The aide squinted into the distance, then hesitantly replied,0

"I think… the masters might not need our protection."0

If anything, it’s our fragile demon realm comrades who need careful handling.0

The best way to protect them? Keep them far away from these fully unleashed masters.0

Take Master Jingxuan, for example: Within several yards of her, a spinning-top-like vacuum had formed.0

At the center of this "spinning top," golden light flashed amidst flying blood and flesh.0

The aide shuddered, baring his teeth, then obediently retreated behind the Zhunti Flag Master.0

Fortunately, no matter how chaotic the battlefield, the masters stood out like stars at dawn.0

So, like a farmer counting watermelons, the Zhunti Flag Master began tallying the masters’ gleaming bald heads.0

Only after confirming that not a single one of these precious Buddhist cultivators was missing did he finally exhale in relief.0

The Zhunti Flag Master mused, "Master Jingxuan’s gauntlets truly are a treasure."0

Compared to the traditional Buddhist weapons wielded by the other monks and nuns—staffs, ritual knives, and demon-subduing pestles—her gauntlets were both unconventional and exceptional.0

His judgment was sound, for those gauntlets had been reforged for Shen Jingxuan by Yan Luoyue.0

After the reforging, the weapon’s effects included, but were not limited to: amplified attacks, spiraling thrusts, and a drill-like "zizi" vibration…0

In the end, Yan Luoyue named the weapon "The Sea Urchin Gauntlets That Pierce Through Your Skull."0

But Shen Jingxuan found the name too cumbersome, so she simply called them "Spiky."0

Yan Luoyue: "…"0

Concise, but somehow even more brutal-sounding.0

Right now, Shen Jingxuan wielded both Spiky gauntlets, unleashing a battle scene so intense it would be censored, flagged, and blurred by every video platform.0

The Zhunti Flag Master led the rear forces forward.0

As they closed in, he began to feel an odd illusion:0

Somehow, even the chest-thumping roars of the baboon demons beside Shen Jingxuan seemed less thunderous than the relentless "thud-thud-thud" of her Vajra fists pummeling the alien invaders’ flesh.0

"…"0

Wait, no—that wasn’t an illusion.0

In fact, even the baboons couldn’t out-thump Master Jingxuan!0

The Zhunti Flag Master swallowed hard, feeling slightly dizzy.0

Amid the battlefield’s clamor, he quietly asked his aide,0

"Has your Great Ape clan... ever lost a child before?"0

The trusted aide: "..."0

The aide answered honestly, "Even if this were one of our lost clan members, we wouldn’t dare claim them now!"0

...0

And so, with the joint efforts of the masters from Fan Yin Temple, Zhunti Flag Master and his forces stormed the enemy camp, securing the spatial passage behind it.0

By the time the group crossed into the demon realm, some were still sneaking glances in Shen Jingxuan’s direction.0

After this battle, many demonic beasts would likely add "Violent Nun" to their list of natural enemies.0

Among the group, only a handful had ever set foot in the demon realm’s dwellings and had some understanding of its environment. For the rest, this was their first time in such a place.0

The demon realm had no sun or moon—its sky was a vivid shade of pink. While the scenery was novel, it also signaled danger.0

After a moment of contemplation, Zhunti Flag Master found a hidden spot and led the group to take shelter there.0

"The enemy’s defenses in this direction are weak, which gives us an opening."0

"From here, our main task is to locate their stronghold, then split into teams to poison the broodmothers and incite infighting among the different demon breeds."0

After briefly outlining the plan, Zhunti Flag Master dispatched dozens of avian demons to scout ahead.0

The group remained in hiding, waiting patiently.0

Soon, the scouts began returning one after another.0

Along the way, they had encountered several demon outposts.0

But after circling and observing from above, the avian demons noticed that these outposts were sparsely populated, with no trace of broodmothers.0

This was highly unusual, given the overwhelming numbers of the demonic breeds.0

Someone questioned, "Did you fly far enough?"0

A bird demon, mid-drink, shot them a glare. "We flew all the way past the mountains!"0

Raising a hand to silence the bickering, Zhunti Flag Master fell into thought.0

Though they, too, were venturing into an unfamiliar world, their purpose differed from the invading demonic breeds.0

Their mission wasn’t to conquer territory but to cleverly use their wits to curb the broodmothers’ reproduction.0

When the demonic breeds invaded, they had brought forth an entire army.0

Yet, the group had only brought the elite forces of a single banner.0

Thus, while charging into enemy territory required speed and ferocity, infiltrating the demons’ stronghold demanded caution, stealth, and care...0

Yet who could have predicted that the plan would hit a snag at the very first step?0

Out of the forty-plus avian scouts sent out, not a single one had found a broodmother.0

As Zhunti Flag Master pondered the next move, murmurs arose among the Fan Yin Temple’s monks.0

After some discussion, one of them suggested, "Perhaps we should ask Junior Sister Jingxuan to lead the way."0

Zhunti Flag Master looked up, eyes bright. "Does the master also excel in navigation?"0

The Fan Yin Temple monk: "..."0

In truth, Junior Sister Jingxuan possessed the exact opposite talent...0

Shen Jingxuan lowered her eyes serenely and recited, "The Buddha guides those with affinity."0

Gazing at her solemn, almost saintly expression, Zhunti Flag Master inexplicably felt a chill down his spine and hesitated.0

If another nun had said this, it would have sounded profound.0

But when Master Jingxuan said it... he had to wonder if the true meaning was "The Buddha guides those with ape affinity."0

Clearing his throat, Zhunti Flag Master said earnestly, "Then we’ll trouble Master Jingxuan to lead the way."0

The group followed Shen Jingxuan with full trust, carefully concealing their presence.0

But soon, someone noticed something odd—why were they heading underground?0

Zhunti Flag Master was the most shocked of all.0

As a purebred prairie dog demon, he hadn’t even noticed the hole in the ground until Shen Jingxuan stepped right into it!0

At this realization, his gaze toward Shen Jingxuan filled with admiration.0

Truly, she was a renowned nun of profound Buddhist wisdom, every action brimming with enlightenment.0

In the past, the Buddhist method of awakening others was through a sudden, striking revelation.0

Today, Master Jingxuan’s method could be called "stepping right into enlightenment."0

What Zhunti Flag Master didn’t know was that, at this very moment, an elder nun was wiping sweat from her bald head and whispering to Shen Jingxuan, "Jingxuan, are you sure we’re going the right way?"0

Shen Jingxuan remained unshaken. "The Buddha guides me."0

"...Jingxuan, I’m your senior sister. Don’t speak in riddles with me."0

Shen Jingxuan said firmly, "Don’t worry. We’ve been heading north the entire time."0

The elder nun: "..."0

And so, the group pressed on, gradually descending into the depths of the mountain.0

When they discovered a clearly man-made staircase-like structure and detected the scent of broodmothers wafting from a cavernous hall ahead, Zhunti Flag Master finally understood.0

—No wonder the avian scouts hadn’t found any broodmothers.0

These demonic breeds lived clustered underground, layered like a pagoda, descending level by level.0

And the broodmothers resided at the very bottom!0

Zhunti Flag Master realized his mistake—he shouldn’t have sent avian scouts. He should have sent prairie dog demons or burrowing rabbit demons!0

Quickly relaying this discovery to the alliance via a message stone, Zhunti Flag Master was now utterly convinced.0

"Indeed, the Buddha guides those with affinity. Master Jingxuan, you truly are a person of affinity!"0

Shen Jingxuan’s expression remained serene, untouched by praise or blame, as she nodded slightly.0

"Amitabha. You flatter me, benefactor."0

In truth, Shen Jingxuan was simply pondering: Hadn’t she initially been heading toward the direction of the Falling Moon Tree? How far had they come by now?0

Meanwhile, Zhunti Flag Master cleared his throat and waved a hand, summoning dozens of mite demons to his side.0

"—Ready to move?"0

"Ready—to move!"0

...0

Shifting the scene to the main hall in the human realm.0

The Guiyuan Sect’s leader sensed something and pulled a hanging cord.0

A moment later, on the wall opposite the first human realm map, a massive map over a dozen zhang wide unfurled.0

This map, distinct in color, markings, and terrain, was unmistakably the demon realm’s.0

Without the leader needing to mark it himself, several flames had already ignited on the demon realm map.0

This time, however, beside the flames, a tiny, glittering star also appeared over the "Zhunti Flag" position.0

The Guiyuan Sect leader smiled faintly. "It seems our allies have entered the demon realm."0

A nearby elder chuckled. "The demon realm is a step ahead of us."0

No sooner had he spoken than a message stone on the table buzzed to life.0

After listening intently, the Guiyuan Sect leader laughed heartily and turned to light the first star on the human realm’s map.0

And with the first star came the second.0

The cultivators of the human and demon realms seemed to have agreed to compete, lighting up brilliant stars across the map.0

These stars gradually connected into lines, weaving a net that stretched deep into the heart of the demon realm.0

...0

Due to the varying numbers, races, and abilities of the invading aberrations, each battlefield faced unique challenges.0

For example, the place where Ling Shuanghun now stood—Xiyang Cliff—was a tough nut to crack.0

Though historians were meant to wield brushes, there were times when they too would raise their swords.0

Like now, like this very moment.0

On the battlefield, there was no longer any leisure for white cranes to soar and swiftly record events.0

Looking around, enemies surrounded them—before, behind, above, even beneath their feet...0

Xiyang Cliff had been torn open by the Puppet Devourer's Web, spawning over twenty spatial rifts.0

The invading aberrations surged forth like a tsunami, pouring from the gaping, pitch-black maws of the rifts.0

The stench of the aberrations was omnipresent, so thick it felt solid, compressing the cultivators like canned sardines.0

Ling Shuanghun swung his twin swords until his arms went numb. Even in such dire straits, he clung to his duty as a historian.0

"Those are Skull Demons—watch out, they can grow another head inside their mouths."0

The once-melodious voice of the Crane Clan, a source of pride, had long since turned hoarse.0

Straining his vocal cords, Ling Shuanghun managed to warn a nearby cultivator.0

Initially, Ling Shuanghun had been assigned as the messenger for this unit.0

Blessed with the Crane Clan's naturally resonant and piercing voice, he relayed commands to every ear on the battlefield.0

Four hours ago, the main force had been scattered by the overwhelming tide of aberrations.0

But two and a half hours ago, they had stubbornly regrouped.0

In that time, Ling Shuanghun had sung Crane Songs over and over, weaving attack spells until his fingers cramped.0

Eventually, even the Crane Clan's graceful, dance-like movements became stiff and mechanical.0

And their proud Crane Songs? Even those could be sung until the voice cracked.0

His arms felt like lead, every wisp of spiritual energy extracted like squeezing the last drops from a wrung-out core.0

Yet as long as he stood, he would fight to the end.0

Even if the main force was scattered again and again, even if every cultivator was swallowed by the sea of aberrations like drifting duckweed, even if his throat was parched and bleeding—so what?0

Xiyang Cliff had not yet fallen!0

His vision blurred, his fingers stiff around his sword hilts. If he let go now, he doubted he could even hold a brush.0

Yet just as his mental endurance neared its limit, a faint smile touched Ling Shuanghun's lips.0

He thought: I’ve written so many tales of sorrow and joy. After today, I too shall become a character in those stories.0

Coughing up half a mouthful of blood, Ling Shuanghun tilted his head toward the sky.0

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a shadowy figure looming like storm clouds—his unfocused eyes sharpening into daggers.0

His time in the Camellia Town incident had seared this aberration’s name into his memory, even in death.0

It was—the Heart-Devouring Demon!0

This demon was exceedingly rare, its racial abilities too bizarre.0

Few in this world could counter it—even Chu Tiankuo had to refine half his body into a magical artifact just to subdue one.0

And Chu Tiankuo? He wasn’t on this battlefield.0

The moment Ling Shuanghun spotted the Heart-Devouring Demon, he knew disaster loomed.0

Even on death’s doorstep, he mustered a surge of desperate energy, his shredded voice bellowing a warning:0

"Heart-Devouring Demon! It can split into strands, controlling cultivators. While controlled, the demon shares their senses. If someone near you is possessed, wound them or disable their movements—it’s the only way to save them!"0

Yet even as he spoke, bitterness welled in Ling Shuanghun’s heart.0

In this chaos, if the demon seized a cultivator, it might immediately turn them against their allies.0

Once confusion spread, who could reliably tell who was under its thrall?0

Other aberrations killed bodies—but this one destroyed minds.0

Ling Shuanghun’s pupils dilated, his thoughts sluggish. If only Chu Tiankuo were here...0

But Chu Tiankuo was a thousand miles away, unable to intervene.0

However, though Chu Tiankuo was absent, Ji Qinghong had arrived.0

The hem of his pristine robe was stained with blood like fiery red lotuses—clearly, he’d just purged aberrations elsewhere before rushing here.0

Ji Qinghong’s signature white hair and crimson eyes were unmistakable.0

Ling Shuanghun’s consciousness was fading, his warnings now driven by instinct.0

"Earth-Claw Demons—watch for ambushes from below..."0

"Golden-Eye Demons—don’t meet their gaze..."0

"That’s Ji Qinghong—don’t panic if he smiles..."0

Ji Qinghong: "..."0

Hearing his name, Ji Qinghong couldn’t help but glance over.0

Ling Shuanghun looked familiar—probably the tag-along partner of those two troublemakers he knew.0

Recognition flickered. "Ah, the white crane... it’s you."0

Before Ling Shuanghun could react, Ji Qinghong smirked and flicked a pill straight into his throat.0

Had it not dissolved instantly, Ling Shuanghun—who’d survived both the aberrations and exhaustion—might have choked to death on his own salvation.0

The pill’s energy flooded his parched meridians, reviving him just enough.0

Coughing violently, Ling Shuanghun finally cleared his throat and looked up.0

Ji Qinghong was holding a flame, casually tossing it toward the Heart-Devouring Demon above.0

Strangely, the flame seemed irresistible to the demon.0

Earlier, the demon had hovered, waiting to sow discord among the battling cultivators.0

But the moment the flame appeared, it lunged like a starving ghost scenting a feast.0

If the Heart-Devouring Demon had a physical form, Ling Shuanghun would’ve sworn the trailing "cloud" was drool.0

What happened next left Ling Shuanghun gaping:0

The demon touched the flame—and ignited like a moth to fire.0

It burned, screaming, yet still strained toward the flame, unable to resist.0

A historian’s instinct kicked in. Ling Shuanghun’s first impulse was to reach for his brush.0

Only when his sword hilt bumped his side did he remember: now was not the time.0

Yet he couldn’t suppress his longing to document the scene, inching closer to Ji Qinghong’s side.0

Eventually, Ji Qinghong noticed Ling Shuanghun’s intent and, with a motion as effortless as plucking a radish from the ground, hauled him over.0

Before even catching his breath, Ling Shuanghun hastily expressed his gratitude: “Thank you, Demon Venerable Ji.”0

Ji Qinghong’s expression was languid, but his strikes against the aberrant creatures were merciless.0

Amid the chaos, he spared a moment to shake his head at Ling Shuanghun. “No need for formalities. If you already know my smiles don’t mean ill fortune, you should also know I dislike excessive courtesy.”0

This young man of the White Crane clan was an old friend of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang.0

Even if Ji Qinghong was typically cold-hearted, rarely bothering with others’ affairs unless it amused him—0

Here, especially on this land, no one should lose their old companions.0

Ling Shuanghun was usually meticulous about his appearance. Even a slightly tilted hairpin would prompt him to pause everything and readjust it with both hands.0

But now, his jade crown had been shattered in the fierce battle, a lock of hair severed. The vermilion mark on his forehead was smeared with blood, resembling a strangely alluring petal. His robes were splattered with grime and gore, utterly ruined.0

Ji Qinghong chuckled lightly. “I overheard you identifying the types of aberrants quite accurately.”0

Ling Shuanghun blinked. “Yes.”0

He added, “But compared to Xiao Wu, my knowledge of aberrants is far inferior.”0

Ji Qinghong, however, seemed indifferent to his words, as if he merely needed someone to listen.0

With deliberate slowness, Ji Qinghong recited, “This place isn’t just home to Heart-Devourers. There are Plague-Fiends, Skull-Demons, Golden-Eyed Monsters, Blaze-Beasts, Giant Rolling Spheres…”0

Listing them like dishes on a menu, anyone else might sound erudite, as if recounting cherished treasures.0

Yet when Ji Qinghong spoke them one by one, it felt like he was casually reading off an assassination roster.0

The scorching, blood-scented wind on the battlefield suddenly turned icy. Ling Shuanghun couldn’t help but rub his arms.0

Ji Qinghong smiled faintly. “One thousand, eight hundred, and forty-six.”0

Ling Shuanghun was baffled. “What?”0

Ji Qinghong didn’t mind repeating, even elaborating further:0

“The last time I personally set foot on the Demon-Slaying Battlefield, one thousand eight hundred forty-six—that was the number of aberrants we felled together.”0

Here, Ji Qinghong’s lips curled slightly. “As a historian of the Crane Clan, well-versed in records, do you know what happened afterward?”0

“…”0

Realization dawned belatedly on Ling Shuanghun.0

“Demon Venerable Ji, is this place… Senior Yun Sulü’s final resting ground?”0

Ji Qinghong raised a brow, amused. “How rare that someone remembers.”0

Ling Shuanghun solemnly replied, “I once borrowed ‘The Chronicles of Guiyuan’s Blazing Pill’ under Yan Luoyue’s name.”0

As a historian, memorizing written accounts was second nature.0

Having read ‘The Chronicles of Guiyuan’s Blazing Pill’ once, Ling Shuanghun retained nearly all its contents.0

Ji ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‍Qinghong’s interest seemed piqued.0

He gestured toward the nearby demonic seal. “Back then, Sulü became the final piece of the formation here, using her own body as the last array cornerstone.”0

His voice softened, almost to himself—0

“Now, whatever I do, she should see it.”0

As the words left his lips, the flames in Ji Qinghong’s palm erupted violently.0

The fire was extraordinary, second only to the Black Crow’s Cry in rarity throughout Ling Shuanghun’s life.0

The blaze’s heat licked at Ling Shuanghun’s face from several feet away, yet behind the inferno, Ji Qinghong’s crimson eyes were as cold as glacial ice.0

He murmured, “One, two, three…”0

With each count, Ji Qinghong pinned another high-tier aberrant into the ground as a formation node.0

His selections were precise, targeting only the most formidable foes.0

Every time Ji Qinghong claimed another aberrant’s life, the surrounding cultivators felt the pressure ease.0

“One thousand eight hundred forty-four, one thousand eight hundred forty-five… one thousand eight hundred forty-six.” Ji Qinghong exhaled softly. “That’s enough.”0

In an instant, the one thousand eight hundred forty-six aberrants became one thousand eight hundred forty-six nodes.0

Silvery light interlaced, and a grand formation materialized!0

…0

Before Ling Shuanghun encountered Ji Qinghong at Sunset Cliff,0

He had been rallying cultivators with resonant crane cries.0

At the same time, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang finally reached the roots of the Moonfall Tree.0

It might sound narcissistic,0

But whether viewed from afar through mist-laden peaks or admired up close, the Moonfall Tree’s first impression on Yan Luoyue was one of gentle beauty.0

She couldn’t resist pressing a hand against its bark.0

Immediately, an intense sense of kinship surged from the tree, as if her own blood flowed through its veins.0

Logically, tree bark should feel rough and gnarled.0

Yet when Yan Luoyue touched it, it was like clasping her right hand with her left.0

It wasn’t as if she’d split into two—Moonfall Tree and Yan Luoyue were one and the same.0

In that moment, she felt her feet planted on earth while her roots delved deep into the soil.0

Meanwhile, Wu Manshuang connected with the Frostmark Stone.0

Seated on the obsidian-like boulder veined with frost patterns, he tilted his head to see two twisted branches reaching down toward it.0

His dark gaze pierced the canopy’s depths before he suddenly lifted a hand.0

A single emerald leaf drifted into his palm, cradled with utmost reverence.0

As a divine entity, the Moonfall Tree rarely shed its leaves.0

So this one could only be…0

Wu Manshuang glanced at Yan Luoyue, who grinned mischievously. “I’ll bloom for you later.”0

The Black Crow’s Cry, force-fed metaphorical birdseed by the pair, squawked in dizzy agitation.0

It flapped onto the Frostmark Stone, tiny legs stomping indignantly, wings jabbing toward the enemy. “Let’s go! Smash that bastard now!”0

Yan Luoyue halted its impulsiveness. “Not yet. I can sense my true form is still locked in stalemate with that puppet Heart-Devourer’s threads.”0

Currently, the Moonfall Tree’s branches and the puppet’s silk were tangled like a knot of red and blue yarn.0

The Black Crow’s suggestion was akin to slicing the blue thread—which would sever the red one too.0

Wu Manshuang understood this far more acutely.0

He used the Crying Crow Flame as an example: "Just like a baby turtle breaking out of its shell—it has to push through bit by bit on its own. No one can peel the shell open for it from the outside."0

The Crying Crow Flame was about to nod, signaling its understanding, when Yan Luoyue chuckled and added, "Yeah, and it's the same for little snakes too."0

The Crying Crow Flame: "..."0

How annoying! The two of you, flaunting your affection left and right—it’s enough to make me lose my appetite!0

But the next moment, when Yan Luoyue stretched out a hand and said, "Crying Crow, come help me," the flame let out a soft huff before grudgingly floating over to perch on her arm.0

In all the world, there was only one flame capable of refining the Moonfall Wood—the Crying Crow Flame.0

And what Yan Luoyue was about to do next was refine her own Moonfall Wood body into a vessel to trap the Puppet Devourer of Love.0

Wu Manshuang stepped down from the Frost-Clad Stone and silently placed a hand on Yan Luoyue’s shoulder.0

They had already gone over the entire refining process countless times in theory.0

Since the Moonfall Wood itself lacked offensive power, she needed Wu Manshuang’s strength—the power of extreme Yin—to serve as the blade that would sever the Puppet Devourer of Love.0

The flame flowed like a slender thread, melting into the trunk of the Moonfall Wood.0

The first step of the refining process was like installing a hard drive into a machine. Yan Luoyue regained all her past memories, including those related to Worlds Unite.0

...0

It was like trying to draw a square with one hand and a circle with the other.0

At this moment, one part of Yan Luoyue remained meticulously focused on the refining process.0

Meanwhile, another part of her drifted leisurely through her consciousness, wandering freely through her memories.0

Yan Luoyue saw the souls of the fallen, carefully collected within the Moonfall Wood. After a period of rest, the once-chaotic spirits gradually regained clarity, each frail soul now a fresh Level 1 character.0

She also saw the "players" making the best of their circumstances, starting from scratch, using spiritual energy to construct a new environment—replacing desolation with abundance.0

During this time, a few modern-era players were particularly lively. Not only did they create the "Qin Emperor’s Underground Palace" dungeon, but they also set the first record for "The Emperor Circles the Pillar."0

Yan Luoyue even saw love blossoming despite the limitations of their spectral forms.0

A seahorse demon fell in love with a human.0

The players gathered around them, cheering as they held a wedding for the couple—even forcibly gifting the male player a seahorse brood pouch as a token.0

The man protested loudly, "Since when do ghosts have babies?!"0

"Just take it, worry about that later!"0

"Exactly! This isn’t about whether you can—it’s about the principle!"0

Throughout this, the golden bar above Yan Luoyue’s head flickered faintly.0

But faced with such an overwhelming flood of information, she could now bear it all.0

Beyond these scattered, joyful fragments, Yan Luoyue also uncovered another memory.0

Long before the Moonfall Wood had taken physical form, when it still controlled the avatar named "Yan Luoyue" wandering through Worlds Unite, a soul who knew her true identity once sat down with her for a heartfelt conversation.0

She said, "Humans lack tough scales or claws, and they don’t have the innate gifts of flight, swimming, or burrowing like other races."0

Yet in another world, humans started from primitive roots—slowly picking up axes, chisels, and forging iron plows for tilling the land...0

Step by step, until their hands grasped slender pens, and then, the all-powerful smartphone.0

In this world, humans developed talismans, alchemy, artifact forging, and formations...0

They used every means imaginable to harness spiritual energy and draw closer to the Heavenly Dao.0

And so, among the myriad races of the Three Realms, humans stood out, unique and self-sufficient.0

That soul, named Yun Sulü, rested her chin in one hand and gazed at Yan Luoyue with deep, tranquil eyes.0

She said, "This is humanity’s strength—transforming the external world into our own power."0

"—Just as we reshaped the environment of Worlds Unite, just as you came to possess us."0

Yun Sulü placed her palm over Yan Luoyue’s hand.0

She continued, "Since your avatar cannot directly bear memories, you’ll need a skill as a thread to reclaim the Crying Crow Flame. Between alchemy and artifact forging, I advise you to learn forging."0

As it turned out, that choice became a crucial move in the present.0

Not only did Yan Luoyue learn forging, but she also used those methods to refine and reshape herself.0

Just as her consciousness fully absorbed all the memories, the Crying Crow Flame’s refinement of the Moonfall Wood reached completion.0

In that instant, Yan Luoyue’s mind became a torrent of information, while Manshuang and the Crying Crow became her wings in flight.0

Like a sharp blade, she surged upward—carrying the powers of extreme Yin and Yang—along the branches and silver threads, piercing through eighteen layers of the enemy’s defenses, straight into its lair.0

And then, in the clash that followed, Yan Luoyue saw the Puppet Devourer of Love’s most deeply hidden secret—0