At this moment, Song Wanníng's consciousness was still immersed in the creation of her new world, completely unaware of the changes in the Taiji diagram.
She stared at everything before her, filled with shock and wonder.
A new world unfolded in front of her. As the ground shook and mountains trembled, heaven and earth began to take shape.
Accompanied by endless thunder, lightning, wind, and rain, the scene almost swallowed the entire world.
The roaring sounds struck her Primordial Soul like repeated blows, forcing it to strengthen continuously. In an instant, a soul flower bloomed within her.
Song Wanníng stared in astonishment until the world finally stilled, and she came back to herself. It felt like thousands of years had passed, yet also no more than a fleeting moment.
The inner world inside her had been successfully created.
She pressed her lips together and took a quick survey.
Right now, the world only had heaven and earth—no other living beings.
It was like a vast storage space.
Song Wanníng was not disappointed; after all, this was only the beginning. The world would slowly evolve over time.
After pacing around a few times, her curiosity about this inner world remained strong, but she had to leave for now.
There were urgent matters that could not be delayed.
Exiting her inner world, Song Wanníng finally calmed her mind, but she was still quite surprised by the changes in her dantian.
The Taiji diagram was no longer a Taiji diagram. It had become a quiet, gray orb resting in her dantian.
The demonic energy and spiritual energy seemed intertwined. When she waved her hand, the air she moved was also gray.
But with a thought, she could swiftly separate the spiritual and demonic energies again.
These strange phenomena piqued Song Wanníng's curiosity. She rushed to the back mountain to sense the changes before returning home, satisfied.
With the same cultivation level, her strength in every move had multiplied.
The chaotic energy was truly extraordinary.
However, the Three Lives Mirror seemed to have exhausted its energy again and had fallen into a deep sleep. Song Wanníng called out to it several times, but there was no response.
"Enough. It's time to deal with Ye Chuxue and Gu Qingyuan," she said sharply, eyes locked on the sky.
"It is also time to settle the grudges of these two lifetimes."
...
In the demon realm, Ye Chuxue and Gu Qingyuan found a safer cave to stay in.
Since the last appearance of the seven-colored aurora, Ye Chuxue had become much more silent.
Gu Qingyuan noticed and worried deeply. When he asked, he got no answers because Ye Chuxue herself did not understand why she reacted so strongly.
She only felt panic and a hopeless intuition about the future.
Even when she was crippled before, she never had this feeling. Clearly, this time something serious had happened.
"Master, I keep feeling this has something to do with Song Wanníng," Ye Chuxue said, tightly clenching her nails, filled with hatred.
She looked up into Gu Qingyuan's eyes and asked directly, "Master, you promised me you would kill Song Wanníng. You can't go back on that."
When they first entered the human realm, Gu Qingyuan had looked at the image stone showing Song Wanníng's figure with a strangely different expression.
That gaze seemed to hold admiration and nostalgia.
This made Ye Chuxue's sensitive heart uneasy. After all, before her, Gu Qingyuan and Song Wanníng had lived together for over a hundred years.
Their feelings were definitely unusual.
Now, she felt worse and worse while Song Wanníng grew ever more radiant. It made her uneasy.
Besides, women tend to sink deeper into feelings while men always seem to look elsewhere. Her worries were not unfounded.
Gu Qingyuan paused, then gave a bitter smile.
"Of course I will not break my word, but given the current situation, we probably won't have a chance for revenge."
Gu Qingyuan was clearer-headed than Ye Chuxue. Since their escape, her personality had changed drastically.
Sometimes he found her very unfamiliar but also deeply pitiful.
Right now, overcome by emotions, she still wanted him to seek revenge on Song Wanníng.
Did she not see that Song Wanníng could easily kill Divine Transformation cultivators in an instant? If he, a Nascent Soul, went up against her, wouldn't he be courting death?
"Why?" Ye Chuxue suddenly snapped like a stung beast, standing up sharply.
"Master, you are clearly superior to Song Wanníng in every way. Even if she is stronger now, she will never surpass you in the future. You are only held back by me!"
She grabbed Gu Qingyuan's arm and pulled him toward the cave entrance.
"Let's go. We must find opportunities, right now! We will definitely find a way to take revenge on her!"
Her eyes were bloodshot and trembling. Who would have thought this pitiful woman was once a favored prodigy?
"Chuxue, calm down. Your recovery is the most important thing right now. Everything else can wait."
Gu Qingyuan frowned deeply, firmly pushing away her hand for the first time.
"Before the demon tribe discovers us, the top priority is to heal your wounds and bring you back to Golden Core!"
His tone was harsh, with a trace of anger beneath.
His eyes showed disappointment. He never imagined the woman he loved could become like this.
Perhaps it was his tone, or his gaze, but something touched Ye Chuxue's most vulnerable spot.
She exploded instantly.
"You regret it, don't you? Regret being with me, regret abandoning her! Gu Qingyuan, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this!"
Ye Chuxue screamed in breakdown, releasing all her fears.
Normally, she could talk calmly with Gu Qingyuan, but recently her nerves were too frayed.
Any slight touch could make her collapse.
That was why her hysterical accusations and extreme belief that Gu Qingyuan regretted it came out.
"I don't..." Gu Qingyuan frowned deeper, full of helplessness.
But Ye Chuxue refused to believe him. The two erupted in the worst fight they had ever had, ending in cold silence.
Gu Qingyuan no longer carefully coaxed her like before.
Ye Chuxue only grew more convinced of her suspicions, her eyes full of hatred and cruelty.
If Gu Qingyuan really dared to love someone else, she would end him with her own hands!
No one could betray her. No one!
...
"Senior, you're here!"
Mo Yuan's eyes lit with intense surprise at the sudden arrival of a figure.
"Mm."
Song Wanníng nodded. Seeing Mo Yuan again, she felt much calmer.
"Are you sure it's them?"
She sat down directly.
Mo Yuan immediately poured tea for her and replied seriously, "Yes, it's confirmed. But I don't understand why both of their cultivation levels have regressed, and why Gu Qingyuan's hair has turned white. According to the scouts, the two have been quarrelling and have not reconciled yet!"
He snorted coldly at this.
Those two once defied the world to be together.
How much time had passed since then?
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Jing Shu has seen the end of the world, and it's literally a storm of epic proportions, and she's been given the ultimate do-over: a ten-year rewind. Thrown back in time to just two months before everything goes to hell, she has one mission: to make her apocalypse as comfortable as possible.
Forget just surviving. While others are scrambling for canned beans, Jing Shu is building a fortified sanctuary, raising soon-to-be-extinct poultry for gourmet meals, and cultivating a garden of forgotten veggies. Armed with a mysterious evolving rubik cube that grants her a private pocket dimension and a magical spirit spring water, she's set to ride out the disaster in style.
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In a world where humanity itself is changing, mutating into powerful "New Humans" fused with the chaos, Jing Shu is ready to evolve right along with them. She's got her cube, her spring, and a plan. The storm is coming, and she has a front-row seat.