Chapter 178: When Falsehood is Taken for Truth, Truth Becomes Falsehood

Miss Luo's spiritual power is evident to all. The eldest sister of the necromancers cannot admit that her clan leader misjudged her—if that were the case, how could the necromancer clan stand in the world?

However, if we follow the words of those busybodies and accuse Miss Luo of relying entirely on rare treasures to build up her spiritual power, wouldn't that be an unnecessary attempt to sow discord between Chief Luo and his wife?

The necromancer sister could not possibly bear the blame for this. Helpless, she could only attribute everything to Miss Luo Liu's diligence and hard work.

The guests, realizing what was happening, echoed the sentiment. Unable to offend the sorcerer clan or disturb the peace of the Luo family, they could only rack their brains and praise Miss Luo's diligence in making up for her shortcomings.

This banquet was originally intended to celebrate the birth of the eldest son of the Luo clan chief, but after the banquet, what everyone talked about was the abundant and pure spiritual power of Miss Luo the Sixth.

Although Madam Luo was furious and her face turned pale, she was not a narrow-minded person. She knew that if her brothers and sisters were successful, her own daughter would also be able to find a good match.

As expected, Miss Luo cultivated at an astonishing speed, reaching the demigod realm at the young age of twelve.

Because of her powerful younger sister, Miss Luo was able to marry into the Lei Clan in a grand manner and become the second young master's wife.

Meanwhile, many prestigious families sought to marry Miss Luo to their young masters.

It should be noted that at that time, those who could step into the divine realm were mostly old and frail people.

The Luo clan leader was only one step away from becoming a god at the age of fifty, and was already a leader in the world.

Faced with the various clans' desire for intermarriage, Chief Luo had his own plans—his eldest son was not yet grown up, and judging from his aptitude, he was not a promising talent. It would be better to leave his daughter in the clan to protect the family.

At the tender age of fifteen, Miss Luo ascended to the Divine Realm in one fell swoop. On that day, the Luo Clan's gathering place was bathed in radiant light, and the world was filled with the cries of phoenixes and the roars of dragons, with many extraordinary phenomena appearing.

Everyone in the world envied the Luo clan for having such a beautiful woman.

However, the good times didn't last long. The overwhelming admiration quickly turned into a torrent of abuse.

It turns out that after Miss Luo Liu entered the God Rank, her cultivation not only did not stop, but increased day by day.

No one knows what realm lies beyond the God Rank.

However, Miss Luo's spiritual power continued to surge wildly, almost causing the heavens and earth to collapse under the strain of her vast spiritual power.

Several reclusive, god-level old monsters emerged from the mountains, intending to join forces to suppress his spiritual power, but they suffered a terrifying backlash and perished in an instant.

In an instant, all the families, large and small, in the world lived in fear. Some even dragged out the deceased patriarch, the sorcerer, and whipped him.

It's all his fault for misjudging her back then, failing to recognize that this girl was a cultivator of extraordinary abilities. If he had known earlier, he would have nipped her in the bud, how could he have allowed her to grow to such a terrifying state today?

Miss Luo's spiritual power increased day by day. To support this power, the laws of heaven and earth, which had initially collapsed, began to slowly repair and upgrade themselves. Under such dramatic changes, countless people with weak spiritual power were mercilessly wiped out by the Heavenly Dao and turned into ashes.

Miss Luo's spiritual power surged forth like a burst dam, ceaselessly. The laws of Heaven constantly reshaped and upgraded themselves to adapt to this terrifying power. Initially, mortals with no cultivation were wiped out like dust. Then, low-level spirit envoys, mid-level spirit envoys… were also annihilated in swathes under the invisible pressure of Heaven, like harvested wheat.

All living beings cultivate with all their might, only to discover in despair that their progress is as insignificant as a firefly compared to the bright moon in the face of Miss Luo Liu's endless surge of spiritual power.

In their desperate attempt to survive, families large and small set aside their past grievances and gathered all their forces, intending to join forces to kill Miss Luo.

Faced with this devastating attack, Miss Luo made no resistance whatsoever.

Just as Su Zhenzhen was lamenting the fall of Miss Luo, she never expected that she would possess an immortal body.

No matter how devastating the attacks she endured, Miss Luo Liu never lost her will to live. Her body repaired itself amidst endless pain, and her vast and boundless spiritual power surged and roared, accelerating the transformation and upgrading of the laws of heaven and earth.

Although she wouldn't die, Miss Luo would have to endure pain that most people couldn't bear.

On the Binding Immortal Platform, Miss Luo Liu's body was stained with blood and covered in wounds. All around her were vicious curses and harsh insults.

Chief Luo cherished his daughter, but he was even more concerned about his own safety. If he allowed the world to upgrade so rapidly, he feared that one day even he, a demigod, would be mercilessly eliminated by the Heavenly Dao.

At this point in the dream, Su Zhenzhen slowly awoke, instantly understanding all the causes and effects.

Miss Luo Liu is the broken woman she saw in the sky above her sea of ​​consciousness.

That is, the Creator.

If the previous world has been destroyed, then the existing world was created by Miss Luo Liu.

How could humans create the world?

Su Zhenzhen began to have doubts about this world.

Seeing that Su Zhenzhen was awake, the boatman smiled and asked, "Did you sleep well, Your Excellency?"

"Oh no, the dream is so vivid, it's hard to tell if it's real or not, it's really disturbing my mind."

This answer was clearly within the boatman's expectations: "How can you be so sure that the dream was false? Don't you know that life is like a dream, and when the false is taken for the true, even the true becomes false?"

Su Zhenzhen didn't speak, but silently opened her mouth, her lips clearly forming the words "summoning the soul."

The boatman kept rowing, saying, "My lord, we'll be on the other side soon."

For no apparent reason, Su Zhenzhen's eyes welled up, and a tear fell from her eye.

"Boatman, you have ferried me to the other side, but how shall I ferry you across?"

The boatman simply said four words: "Live well."

Su Zhenzhen thought of the necromancer clan in her dream. Although their fate was not shown in the dream, she imagined it wouldn't be much better.

The Necromancer clan has always struggled to advance in the path of cultivation, and they were likely ruthlessly wiped out when the world first evolved. Even those who miraculously survived were spared because the old patriarch misjudged the situation, allowing the wicked Miss Luo Liu to wreak havoc and indirectly causing a cataclysmic disaster. Such calamities will inevitably lead to the Necromancer clan being condemned and attacked by everyone, ultimately resulting in a tragic end.

However, the world was eventually torn apart by Miss Luo Liu, and the past grievances became an unresolved mess.

A new era has begun.

Su Zhenzhen had a vague guess, and asked, her voice choked with emotion, "You...are you?"

The boatman stopped rowing and said without any emotion, "Honorable sir, we've reached the other shore. It's time to disembark."

Su Zhenzhen walked out of the cabin and jumped directly onto land.

"Boatman, I haven't paid you for the ferry yet."

The boatman stood at the bow, his figure ethereal. "My days are numbered. I have nothing left to lose."

Su Zhenzhen really wanted to ask why she could survive while the boatman couldn't.

But when Su Zhenzhen thought of the boatman pointing his chin at the sky and the ground earlier, she dared not say it aloud, and she didn't even dare to think about it in her heart, for fear that a reclusive master would find out.

The boatman moved his lips and silently uttered those four words.

Live well.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed drastically, and the boatman and his small boat vanished without a trace, like bubbles.

Su Zhenzhen stood alone in the vast fog, suddenly losing her sense of direction.

"Zhenzhen."

"Zhenzhen."

The familiar voice made Su Zhenzhen suddenly open her eyes.

"Zhenzhen, what's wrong? Didn't we agree to find a boat and go out to sea? Why are you staring blankly at the sea?"

Su Zhenzhen looked around blankly. The dock was empty. Not to mention the boats, even the figure of the boatman from just now was like a dream, leaving no trace.

It is true that when falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood.