The voice sounded very familiar.
Mingluo's heart sank; she probably had a guess.
She didn't go in immediately, but waited silently.
The person inside chuckled softly, "Master, it's been a long time. Would you like your disciple to greet you?"
A burst of magical energy caused the passageway to change. Crimson flowers bloomed all around, opening and closing, dazzling and radiant. Behind the petals were countless stars, twinkling and fading, rising and falling.
A shower of flowers and dazzling shooting stars intertwine to create a dreamlike scene, as if warmly inviting those returning from afar to come home.
She recognized it at a glance as the Star River Valley and Fallen Flower Valley of the God Realm.
She was almost certain that this was a small world that imitated the realm of gods. Once she went in, her current level of skill would be insufficient, and she would probably only be able to get beaten up by Yan Zhen.
She understood this, but still slowly stepped inside.
Yan Zhen has gone to such lengths for her sake. This matter will have to be resolved sooner or later, and since we've met today, it's the best day ever.
She stepped inside, and the passageway began to contract violently the moment she entered. Without her having to take a single step, the passageway eagerly transported Mingluo to an extremely elegantly decorated room.
The room was beautifully decorated, but the more Mingluo looked at it, the more she felt that it resembled a newlywed couple's bridal chamber.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she used the little spiritual power she had left to strike in one direction. There, a man flashed and deftly caught her spiritual power with his fingertips.
The man had striking eyebrows and eyes, a complexion as smooth as jade, a high, straight nose, and rosy lips. His slightly upturned chin gave him an air of untamed arrogance.
He smiled, but the burning madness in his eyes could not be concealed.
He gently crushed Mingluo's wisp of spiritual energy into powder, and chuckled, "Master, how are you so clever? Even with just this little bit of spiritual energy, you can still tell where I am hiding at a glance."
Minglu felt heavy-hearted.
It really is Yan Zhen.
But he was completely different from Yan Zhen, whom she remembered as someone who always obeyed orders.
Yan Zhen was her eldest disciple. When she first emerged from seclusion, she found an infant and fed him some spiritual energy. Unexpectedly, the infant clung to her finger and wouldn't let go.
She thought the baby was easy to raise, able to survive solely on spiritual power, and was a natural cultivator, so she took him in.
Later, Yan Zhen did not disappoint her expectations.
Her skill level improved by leaps and bounds, and he followed closely behind.
She cultivated the path of killing, proving her path through battle. This inevitably led her to fight with people everywhere, conquering half of the divine realm through her campaigns in the south and north.
Yan Zhen always followed closely behind her, initially to study, and later to lead his men on campaigns.
He was a sharp sword in her hand, capable of striking wherever she pointed.
But unexpectedly, this sharp sword will one day turn against you.
She paused for a moment, then decided to address the immediate problem first: "Where is Nie Yuchen?"
Yan Zhen's eyes darkened slightly, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Master is still so biased, not caring why I am here, but instead caring about that clone."
Mingluo: "..."
The sudden sour taste was too much for her to handle.
This was the first time she had ever known that Yan Zhen had this side to him.
It seems that she knew too little about him back in the divine realm.
She said calmly, "How did you get here?"
Yan Zhen smiled.
He is handsome, and his smile is like a spring breeze or pear blossoms falling, truly captivating.
He said with a lingering tone, "Wherever Master is, that's where I will be. Master, you've been wandering here, have you ever thought of your disciple?"
A fire ignited in Mingluo's heart, and she said in a cold and authoritative voice, "Shouldn't you know perfectly well why I am here?"
That day, she was undergoing her tribulation.
If she successfully transcends the tribulation, she will be the first person to step from the God Realm to the Creator God Realm. At that time, she will be able to dominate all living beings in the God Realm and control all laws.
But unfortunately, she failed.
Her disciple Yan Zhen delivered a fatal blow to her at the crucial moment of her tribulation.
Now, he actually dares to ask her if she misses him?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration for her to grind him to dust.
Yan Zhen fell silent.
After a long silence, he whispered, "Master, I'm sorry, only one creator god is allowed in a world. You've become the creator god, what am I supposed to do?"
Mingluo: "??"
She wanted to twist this idiot's head off right then and there.
She became the creator god, and the divine realm was their domain. They could have whatever they wanted, so what more could he ask for?
How dare they kill their master!
She should have crushed that disciple back then.
Yan Zhen immediately understood from her expression that she had misunderstood.
He laughed and said, "Master, if the God Realm allows two Creator Gods, it must be you and me. If only one is allowed, that person can only be me. You are already my master. If you become a Creator God as well, the gap between us will only widen. I'm sorry, I have no choice."
Mingluo closed her eyes; she sensed a profound love in Yan Zhen's tone.
She wasn't unaware of Yan Zhen's intimacy towards her in the past, but she didn't take it to heart.
Children often have a chick complex, becoming very attached to the first person they see.
But slowly, as the fledgling bird grew into a giant roc, it still clung to her with unwavering affection, and she began to sense that something was amiss.
She thought Yan Zhen was too lonely, so she took in many disciples, one after another, until she herself was so tired of being called "Master" by others.
The male disciples she took in were handsome and refined, and the female disciples were exceptionally beautiful; many of them also possessed outstanding talent.
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