Chapter 233: It will definitely be finished tomorrow! In Yu Wen's imagination...
In Yuwen's imagination, after the gray mist enveloped Sang Zhitao, it should quickly devour her completely before dissipating, leaving behind a pile of white bones.
But now, as time goes by, the gray mist has gradually lost its somewhat eerie and ominous gray color, leaving only white mist still enveloping Sang Zhitao.
Su and the others were startled by his somewhat deranged appearance and were unable to climb up the altar in time to pull Sang Zhitao out of the mist.
In that brief instant, the white mist on the altar seemed to be absorbed by something and quickly flew towards one place.
Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that it was actually a green jade pendant.
“It’s Peach’s jade pendant.” Suhe and the others had seen Sang Zhitao use this jade pendant to deal with the God of Wish, and they couldn’t help but show their joy.
"Why?!" The madness on Yuwen's face vanished, leaving only a grayish-white emptiness. He collapsed to the ground, staring at Sang Zhitao in disbelief.
His once impeccably tailored suit was now full of wrinkles, his pristine white gloves were covered in mud, his gold-rimmed glasses had slipped off at one corner, and his neat hair was now disheveled, but he didn't care at all. He just stared at Sang Zhitao, his red pupils slowly fading in color.
He couldn't understand why, despite his careful calculations, it had no effect on Sang Zhitao.
After the jade pendant absorbed the white mist and returned to her body, Sang Zhitao slowly sat up from the pile of gems.
"What should I call you?" Sang Zhitao took a deep breath before sitting up and looking at Yuwen.
Fu Guanshi quickly walked up to the altar and hugged Sang Zhitao tightly in his arms.
The civet then handed its tail to Sang Zhitao, with a baby bottle curled around its tail.
After taking a few deep sips from the bottle, Sang Zhitao turned her gaze to Yu Wen and asked, "Should I call you Heavenly Dao? Or God of Wish?"
Suhe and Anwen looked at Yuwen in surprise, while Qinglan and Fuguanshi remained calm, as if they had known all along.
"When did you realize it?" Yuwen looked up at her with a grim expression.
Sang Zhitao tapped her chin a few times: "On the way to Linming City."
"How is that possible?" Yuwen looked at her in disbelief.
“I’m not lying to you,” Sang Zhitao explained with a smile, “Your scent is too strong.”
“Moreover…” Sang Zhitao paused for a moment, “I’ve always been curious why you’re not affected by the God of Wish’s time magic, since you’ve often looked at Fu Guanshi before answering my questions.”
“At first I thought you were a puppet controlled by Funeral Valley, but the aura of your true self is so strong that I can’t ignore it.” Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow. “So I tested you.”
"When?" Yuwen's eyes were somewhat blank.
“Now, this is a test.” Sang Zhitao smiled and patted Fu Guanshi’s arm. “You had Fu Guanshi kidnap me because you wanted to use the power of the Burial Valley to kill me. After all, apart from the Celestial Masters, the only other races protected by the world’s consciousness are them now.”
“What a pity…” Sang Zhitao glanced at Qinglan.
Qinglan smiled and continued, "Unfortunately, my Funeral Valley clan is wholeheartedly loyal to our god, so when Peach said that she was a student of the god, I hesitated."
“We’ve come up with a way, a way to prove that I’m protected by the world’s consciousness and that you’re the mastermind behind it all.”
Only then did Yuwen realize that his so-called sacrifice was nothing more than a clownish performance.
He covered his face with his hands, lowered his head, and slumped to the ground. After a long while, a sobbing sound came from under his hands.
Sang Zhitao, Fu Guanshi, and Qinglan were not moved by his remorseful weeping.
On the contrary, An Wen and Su He, along with the others, glanced at him with expressions of pity.
Just as Suhe hesitated about whether to beg for Yuwen's mercy, the sobs turned into bursts of laughter.
Then the laughter grew louder and louder, gradually becoming manic, and Yuwen lowered his hands, then clutched his stomach and laughed loudly.
His sudden burst of laughter instantly put Suhe and the others on alert, and they quickly stepped forward to protect Sang Zhitao behind them.
Yuwen propped himself up on his arms, got up from the ground, and straightened his clothes.
The manic expression vanished from his face as if it had never existed. He glanced at Sang Zhitao, then at Su He and the others, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he had returned to the gentle and refined demeanor he had shown when Sang Zhitao and the others first met him.
A gentle breeze blew from afar, lifting the hem of his clothes, and then, in the wind, he gradually rose off the ground.
As Yuwen ascended into the sky, Suhe and the others grew increasingly serious.
Instead, Sang Zhitao stroked the jade pendant in her hand and poked Li Feng, who was standing in front of her.
"Ah!" Li Feng was on edge when she poked him, and he jumped in fright.
"Did you bring what I asked you to bring?" Li Feng's skin was always quite dark, and since it was already dark, Sang Zhitao didn't realize that she had frightened him, and just urged him in a low voice.
Li Feng hesitated, opened his mouth weakly, thought for a moment but couldn't say anything, and could only take out five jade fragments from his pocket and hand them to Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao took the last five fragments of the simulated world, then quickly took out the world fragments that had been purified last time from her pocket, and with a clasp of her hands, the two sets of fragments came together.
Soon, a complete, purified fragment of the world appeared before her.
This is a jade pendant about the size of a thumb, with a pair of hands carved on it, but one corner of the pendant is missing.
Sang Zhitao ran her fingertips over the missing piece and immediately remembered that this shaped fragment was the one she had seen in the world of cultivation.
The jade pendant that had been guarding her kept trembling, while the chipped jade pendant she held in her palm struggled toward the other jade pendant.
Sang Zhitao obediently released her hand, and the chipped jade pendant rushed directly towards the green jade pendant and then merged together.
"Protect me, I'm going to unleash my ultimate attack." She grabbed the coffin bearer's hand, quickly gave the order, and then fell into a deep sleep.
This time, she didn't come to the space where memories were stored; instead, she floated in the sky.
At her feet, many humans, still dressed in animal skins, were busy hunting.
The forests in this world are extremely dense, and the wild beasts are much stronger. It is always the fragile humans who have to sacrifice many people to kill a single beast.
Even so, success was still rare; most humans died from hunger, hunting, or disease.
Sang Zhitao watched helplessly as these humans went from a large group to a smaller one, then to just two or three people, and then merged with another group, a cycle that never seemed to end.
When the last tribe was reduced to less than a hundred people and the beast tide was approaching, she finally couldn't help but take action and tried to forcibly interfere with history.
In her mind, after absorbing the fragments of the world, what she encountered were all historical events that had already occurred, and history cannot be interfered with.
But this time...
She made a mistake...
A blue dome appeared above the tribe, protecting it tightly.
The people of the tribe stared blankly at the blue dome-shaped barrier, kneeling on the ground in fear and praying incessantly.
This is a gift from God...
The beasts approached from afar, each of them with a terrifying red in their eyes—the color of bloodlust.
Just as the tribesmen embraced each other tightly, praying that those who died in the beast tide would ascend to heaven as in legends.
The beasts passed by the barrier as if they hadn't seen anything.
The tribespeople timidly opened their eyes, watching in disbelief as this miraculous event unfolded. They knelt once more, praying and cheering…
The beast tide ended quickly, and the tribe began to bring out their best offerings, and with the help of the priests, they conducted an unprecedented sacrifice.
Sang Zhitao stared blankly at her hand, puzzled as to why she had been able to successfully intervene this time.
But in that brief moment, her childlike little hand gradually enlarged, and her gaze rose from low to high.
Her black hair grew to her ankles and then gradually turned white.
Sang Zhitao glanced at the puddles left by the rain on one side.
It was a face so familiar it made her freeze in shock: white hair, white eyes, and a white robe...
"I will grant you the power of foresight, and you will be able to use your instincts to know the future..." A sentence uncontrollably came out of Sang Zhitao's mouth.
Then the blue light turned into starlight and fell on the tribespeople.
Time flies, and the world changes. When mankind established its first country, Sang Zhitao met a pair of sisters whose fortune-telling talent was so high that she couldn't help but admire them.
The elder sister is fiercely opposed to evil, while the younger sister is quick-witted and kind-hearted. One believes that evil should end before it occurs, while the other believes that even after death, one should pay the price.
So Sang Zhitao gave them two choices...
Then the Celestial Master and the Coffin-Holder were born into the world...
Time flowed on once more, and Sang Zhitao grasped a hazy world beyond the heavens, then poured a little bit of power into it.
That power quickly grew and, along with that world, became the world consciousness of that world.
After some time, Sang Zhitao encountered the world consciousness of that ignorant world, and she couldn't help but use that consciousness to educate and guide her.
Until she discovered the impending global crisis, she sent that version of herself back, and then used her own life to extend the life of her world...
"A fight broke out?" Sang Zhitao opened her eyes and saw Su and the others lying on the ground covered in injuries.
Blood trickled from the corner of Fu Guan's mouth, yet he still clung tightly to himself.
Qinglan braced herself and stood in front of them.
"You're awake?" Fu Guanshi spat out a mouthful of blood.
Sang Zhitao looked around and saw that those people wearing mourning clothes had long since turned into piles of white bones, and the four boys who were supporting the coffin had turned into four paper dolls.
Yuwen stood in mid-air, having changed from his Western-style attire into a black Hanfu.
He had long, flowing hair, bloodshot eyes, and a strange octopus pattern between his eyebrows.
"I knew it was because the Heavenly Dao had suddenly developed a self; it had been truly corrupted." Sang Zhitao chuckled. "I should have guessed it; it would definitely exist in this world."
Sang Zhitao's fingers flew, and the emerald green jade pendant flew towards Yu Wen.
She herself transformed into the shape of a phoenix and flew into the air.
Sang Zhitao has remembered the past and absorbed the fragments of this world. The world is now almost completely open to her, except for the part that is controlled by the Heavenly Dao.
"Heaven's Way!" Sang Zhitao shouted, then flew straight towards Yu Wen, who was stunned for a moment.
She transformed into a sharp, emerald-green sword, piercing directly into Yuwen's heart.
Yu Wen originally wanted to dodge when he saw her flying over, but his hands and feet were entangled by the green threads emitted by the jade pendant, so he could only watch helplessly as Sang Zhi Tao tore a big hole in his chest.
When Sang Zhitao flew back to the altar and regained her human form, her size had changed from that of a grandmother to that of a three-year-old girl.
Looking down at the jade heart wrapped in black silk in his palm, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
She swallowed hard, forcefully suppressing her overwhelming appetite, and looked up at Yuwen: "You deserve to die!"
Yuwen stared blankly down at the mutilated area on his chest, then looked at Sang Zhitao: "Why?"
"Huh?" Sang Zhitao tilted her head. "What do you think? You want to destroy my world, who else should I kill if not you?"
Yuwen slowly shook his head: "No, I just don't understand why I have to stick to this rigid world."
“Because that’s why you exist.” Sang Zhitao frowned, somewhat puzzled, and said, “If you didn’t want to take responsibility for guarding it, you shouldn’t exist.”
Yuwen shook his head again: "No, I..."
“I want freedom. She promised me that if I succeed, she will take me away to…”
"Heading beyond the heavens..."
Yu Wen's words, along with his body, dissipated into the air...
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