Published: March 2, 2025
Yu's death interrupted Wen Yu's thoughts.
Indeed, compared to sitting here wasting brain cells, Yu's death held greater significance for Wen Yu.
The reason for this was that Yu's death was the second objective of Wen Yu's participation in Yu's final battle with the sovereign—the birth of the fate beast.
Before Yu could reach the ruler's palace, she had already absorbed four soul masters—Wen Yu had obtained the specific processes and even made certain improvements.
However, despite this, the fate beast had yet to reveal its power to manipulate the threads of destiny.
The evolution was still incomplete.
Coupled with Yu's outcome, Wen Yu immediately deduced that her death must have been the catalyst for the fate beast's formation.
To cultivate a fate beast at the cost of one's life was, in Wen Yu's eyes, utterly unacceptable.
However, understanding the underlying principles, Wen Yu was confident he could find various methods to solve the final stage of the fate beast's formation.
It was merely a matter of overcoming the difficulties, just as he had done when creating foundation level skill scrolls.
…
Every cell within Yu's body was collapsing and breaking down, as the violent power transmitted from the sovereign surged through her.
This power was unstoppable and crushed everything, bringing not only severe damage to Yu but also intense torment.
Wen Yu, who had his perspective fixed on Yu, naturally felt her pain— it was excruciatingly painful.
But pain wasn't important; what mattered were the benefits...
With a greedy heart awakening, Wen Yu instantly pushed aside the pain, carefully experiencing the flow of energy within Yu until the last method of resurrection activated.
The inevitable dead end was already looming, and Yu had lost the desire to escape.
Wen Yu could even feel Yu's current thoughts.
She was tired.
In this desperate situation with no way out, Yu had given up everything.
Like a lamb to be slaughtered, Yu's eyes were hazy and devoid of spirit, unsure if she was reminiscing about her glorious life or regretting the decisions she had made.
Until a subtle touch on her cheek brought her back to reality.
Yu instantly regained her senses, then realized.
Only because at the end of her life, she still had something to rely on, something to care about.
This simple touch ignited the last flicker of desire within Yu, and in that moment, her entire being surged with blood vitality; the energy of her soul erupted, as if she were embracing sublimation.
But in this world, where was the sublimation, and where could one find a desperate counterattack!
The sovereign's guillotine had already fallen upon her, tearing apart Yu's Spiritual Pressure Robe; at that moment, the carefully forged robe seemed as tattered as rags.
The frenzied energy had already surged into her body, and with the invasion of this energy, Yu's strength rapidly faded at a visible pace.
She could only use her remaining strength to send everything left of herself into the fate beast, and then, the flame of life dwindled like a candle in a storm.
Wen Yu's final perspective could only sense a light shadow soaring into the air, vanishing in the ruler's palace before the sovereign could react.
…
The Purple Light Mirror collapsed instantly, and Wen Yu was once again kicked out of the "dream."
However, this time was different from the last.
Sensing a strange wave deep within the Purple Mist, Wen Yu paused for a moment, then suddenly understood.
In this life, an unexpected situation had arisen for Wen Yu!
He squinted his eyes, reflecting on the sequence of events, and slowly smiled.
Yu's final actions were quite interesting.
She had sent everything she had left into the little soul beast, allowing it to evolve into a fate beast, breaking free from the shackles between soul masters and soul beasts, escaping the sovereign's grasp.
Coincidentally, the mark of the dead that Wen Yu had sent into Yu's body was also completely transferred into the fate beast during this process!