The magic source is an invention that Quedan thinks is great, but will soon be cursed by the righteous world. It is used to expand the scale of the magic path. It can make people who have not fallen into the magic path successfully absorb the vitality and life energy of others, and gradually fall into the magic path. If there is no magic source, it is not so easy for a person to fall into the magic path, especially for some powerful people, whose self-control is so strong that they can remain unmoved even if a mountain collapses and an earthquake occurs.

The method of making the magic source is simple, just deprive yourself of a part of your own magic energy and control it. After Pan Yu used Hei Huang's magic energy to enter the devil, his own magic energy squeezed the latter's magic source out of his body, and it suddenly returned to Hei Huang from the gap between the walls and the house.

She lay on a soft bed, looking a little lazy, but in various postures, which was very attractive. She had never been to this spotless bedroom before, and now she was enjoying the comfortable feeling, feeling very happy.

After receiving the evil spirit, Hei Huang did not open his eyes, but he could feel that more and more people in the Qingtian Sect were falling into the evil path. Soon, 99% of them would be like this, and the few stubborn people would die while sticking to their own righteous path.

Thinking about the implementation and smooth progress of the plan, as well as the abundance of time, Heihuang closed his eyes and couldn't wait to enjoy what Bai Dun usually had.

Turning her head, she saw a floor-to-ceiling window in the bright room, through which she could see the grassland and ice field outside. In the bed, there was no telling whether there was a magical medicine or precious jade, but it emitted a warm wave and white smoke, which made Hei Huang curious. They gradually wrapped her up, nourishing her meridians and bones all over her body.

“Wow!”

Hei Huang exclaimed. She had just taken possession of Bai Dun's body and felt a little pain. Although it was nothing to her, it was amazing that a bed could have such an effect. Feeling the pain in her muscles and bones ease, and the tacit understanding between Hei Huang and her body became even higher, she murmured in a low voice in her gauze nightgown:

"Bai Dun, you really know how to live. This is so different from my paradise. This is the real paradise."

After that, Hei Huang, who had come to the real paradise, fell asleep in a daze. When she woke up, it was dawn, but she didn't know how many days had passed. The warm room made Hei Huang feel warm and comfortable like never before. She was wearing a very thin nightgown. When she stood up, the silky light slid across her skin, covering her round and slender thighs.

He stretched himself lazily, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he squinted his eyes. Then he thought about something, and a maid came to wash and dress him. They always made such preparations, serving only the master.

Hei Huang sat in front of a huge jade dressing table, looking at the extremely bright and large mirror, and couldn't help but feel that this was the life she wanted. Fortunately, there was still some time before the war, so she could enjoy it for two months.

Sitting straight in front of the mirror, looking at her hair tied up in the mirror, Hei Huang was a little excited. This was the first time she had her hair tied up like this, the first time she had something in the maid's hand on her face, and the first time she had such a real touch, and felt that her appearance was no longer as boring as an illusion. Although she didn't particularly like this kind of makeup because it was too light, she felt that it was very solid on her face.

When she first entered the room, the first thing that caught her eye was the big bed, but what attracted her most was the dressing table. It made Hei Huang look around for several times, and she was no exception at this moment. The maids carefully selected clothes, lowering their eyes and looking down, and did not notice anything unusual about their master. Hei Huang asked at this time:

"Am I more beautiful than I was a few days ago?"

Bai Dun would never ask such a question. She never cared about her appearance and only regarded her as a tool to deal with the people of the world. The maids did not find it strange. They rarely appeared beside the clan leader, and even less often dressed her up. They did not know what kind of person the clan leader was. The only change was that the clan leader spoke today. This had never happened before. They were so anxious and panicked that their hearts beat very fast. They rushed to answer:

"The Sect Master was beautiful in the past, and even more beautiful today."

When Hei Huang smiled, she stood up and opened her arms. The maid helped her put on her dress, and she sat in front of the mirror again, feeling relaxed and happy, and looked at herself with more appreciation.

"Go down!"

Hei Huang's tone became gentler, and the maids finished their work for the day, not knowing when they would have the next job. As the chief's maids, they had to go through a lot of selection to have that qualification, but it was also the most leisurely job in the entire sect. The last time they helped the chief dress up was a long time ago, and they couldn't remember the exact time.

Heihuang turned around in front of the mirror and looked left and right with a sly smile on his face. He thought to himself that if I really had my own body, I would definitely be more beautiful than Bai Dun.

Hei Huang looked at the simple room with little decoration again and couldn't help feeling bored. He then disappeared from the spot and entered the study room that Bai Dun visited most often.

Compared to the spacious bedroom, the study is much more crowded. Usually, besides Bai Dun, there is only one person sitting in it, and there is only one chair.

Heihuang had never seen so many books before. There were more than a dozen bookshelves connected to the floor and ceiling, filled with books and bamboo slips. Sheets of paper with information recorded on them were stacked layer by layer, forming a thick stack that was covered in dust and almost stuck together.

This study room filled with the smell of ink from books made Hei Huang feel depressed. The sunlight was not good either, as it was blocked by the heavy bookshelves. Hei Huang randomly pulled out a few books and found that the contents on different bookshelves were different. For example, the large bookshelf behind the desk was full of philosophy books from all over the world. On the right side were the personnel files of the Qingtian Sect. On the left were the history books and scrolls of the Great Wilderness, and the details of various countries were also included. As for other forces, there were other bookshelves.

"A good bookstore has been turned into an archive room."

Hei Huang frowned as she sat on the chair. It was the first time she sat on a chair that could rotate, but she was no longer old enough to slide around on it. There was not enough space here, so she leaned back on it, put her feet on the table, and took the paper with words on it, and laughed at it.

"Do we still need to plan for an attack? Just charge south."

Hei Huang threw it on the ground, and couldn't help but think that Bai Dun was stupid. The only one who really had to make a plan was the Wild Beast Forest. It was true that they wanted to join the war, but only if they maintained a sufficient number could the incense of the beast tribe be preserved in the future. The beast tribe's dominance was a common thing in Hei Huang's dreams. Lowly humans were only worthy of shoveling shit for lower-level wild beasts, or being slaves to higher-level wild beasts.

With a snort of laughter, Hei Huang suddenly remembered what Bai Dun said.

"There is a box under the bookshelf. The things inside are prepared for you. Remember to take a look."

Her eyebrows furrowed. What good things could Bai Dun leave for her? She was too lazy to look for it, so she read the history of the Great Wilderness for a long time.

As it was getting dark, Heihuang still didn't fully understand how the tide of history flowed.

"I don't want to anymore!"

Putting the book on the table, Heihuang wanted to leave, but curiosity took over and he turned his chair suddenly to look at the row of drawers under the bookshelf behind him.

With a wave of her finger, they opened one by one. In the drawer closest to her was a pitch-black box. It was hard to tell what it was made of, but its design was like a black dragon covered with countless scales, noble yet domineering. It was twenty centimeters long and slightly shorter in width, but not noticeably so. What could be in such a small box?

With anticipation, arrogance and disdain, Heihuang gently opened the unlocked box. The things inside were dull and motionless, just lying there quietly, but there was very little dust. It didn't look like it had been sealed for hundreds of years, but rather like it had been taken out and played with not long ago.

There were many small teeth in the box, strung with black ropes, and the wear and tear showed that they had been worn for a long time before being put in. In addition to these, there was a long bottle, just a little shorter than the box, which was filled with golden sand. In addition, there were only a few small notebooks and pencil stubs.

These things did not fill up the box, but Heihuang never remembered them appearing in his memory. However, his mind flashed back to himself standing on the sand pile and playing with sand, holding the box with joy. This box seemed to be customized for him, but how old was he at that time? Heihuang could not remember for a moment, he only remembered that the box was very big, as if it could hold him.

I opened the small notebook on top. The paper of the palm-sized notebook had turned yellow and the words inside were distorted, but they were standard bestiality.

elder sister.

There were only two words on the first piece of paper. Hei Huang flipped it over and couldn't help laughing:

"What a mess it is."

She subconsciously read out everything she saw, which was nothing more than some words and some incoherent sentences. As she read, Heihuang was clearly not angry, but threw the book and the box to the ground. But it was not thrown in anger, but in disbelief and astonishment, as if she was frightened by something terrifying.

The sound was not as crisp as the sound of metal falling to the ground, nor was it as loud as the sound of wood falling to the ground. What surprised this devil who killed the eldest sister so much? Of course it was not the words in the little notebook, but the fact that she was now, strangling her past self.

With his head lowered, Hei Huang looked at the small notebook not far from his feet. It was open and it read:

I want to be with my sister all the time.

A scene that Hei Huang had long forgotten emerged, with an ancient and pure ballad in it. Bai Dun asked softly at the end of the song:

"Hei Huang, if you have any wishes, please write them on the last page of the notebook and lock them in a small box. I will help you realize them."

The little girl used her chubby little hands to cover it, being extremely careful not to let her sister see it. Then she put it in a box, locked it, and handed it to her sister.

"Don't peek, or it won't work."

Hei Huang didn't know how Bai Dun answered at that time, but she must have seen it, but this wish was not fulfilled. Inexplicable emotions filled Hei Huang's brain. She, a monster who was neither calm as ice nor emotional, didn't know what words to use to respond to the current things. For her, this matter was more difficult than facing Wang Yuanke.

Finally, Hei Huang snorted and cursed:

“How childish!”

Bending down, Hei Huang picked up everything and threw away some things in her eyes. For the first time, she felt that a thousand years was so long that she could forget so many things, but so short that she only did a few things.

Hei Huang didn't have as many things to do as Bai Dun, so she quickly returned to the bedroom. She had nothing to do now, so she just sat in front of the dressing table, took off her jewelry one by one, combed her hair, and finally put on her nightgown. When the water on her face hadn't dried yet, she threw herself on the bed with her face facing the bed, motionless.