What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

The old director thought to himself, "That's good."

In his entire life, he had never seen anyone kill like Huai Nian.

There is nothing that cannot be killed.

No matter who stood in her way, no matter who they were, they never made her hesitate even once.

The only two exceptions are Su Yan and Shen Muchan.

But Su Yan broke off relations with her once because of this.

The latter still harbors resentment about those things, and the hatred has never dissipated, only being covered up by many things.

Even though all of this is in the past, the old director still feels a deep sense of unease when he thinks back on it.

This was also the real reason why he was unwilling to delve into Xin Chu and pay attention to the so-called relic, but instead left the matter to Lu Xiu to handle while he stood by and watched.

Today, his willingness to help Su Yan is not entirely for Lin Mushi's sake; deep down, he hopes that Gu Yuqiu can leave and never come back.

Just then, a sigh reached his ears.

"How depraved."

The Pope gazed into the depths of the illusory realm, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said, "Wouldn't it be interesting to miss being able to see Gu Yuqiu as she is now?"

The three people present, along with Xinglu from outside the Void Realm, had all witnessed the raging sea of ​​blood that year.

It is precisely because they have seen it that they cannot believe that the nostalgia they feel is the Gu Yuqiu of today.

Nostalgia is out of the question.

That statement is indeed a very interesting hypothesis.

No one paid attention to his assumption. The old director squinted his eyes, pretending not to hear anything.

Su Yan was even more decisive, heading straight towards the edge of the void.

The real world is unlike the virtual world; the snowstorm is raging.

The biting wind whipped up countless snowflakes, but none could land on her.

She stepped across that invisible threshold, looked out at the gloomy reality, and snapped her fingers.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped.

The dense clouds slowly dispersed.

The sun shone down once again, illuminating the whole world and falling on people's faces, bringing a rare warmth in the depths of winter.

The remaining extraordinary power dissipated without leaving any trace.

Su Yan watched the scene unfold before her, waited silently for a moment, and once she was sure there were no further problems, she coughed.

She didn't cover her mouth with her hands, coughing openly and increasingly violently until her face was paler than the snow that hadn't yet fallen, and her body trembled slightly.

With each cough, the blood on the ground gradually turned red.

The reds weren't very vibrant; they were rather dark and dull.

The coughing continued for several minutes, and those extraordinary individuals who had persevered to the end looked away after taking one look.

This is certainly not out of fear; everyone knows what kind of person Su Yan is.

Since she didn't choose to cover it up, it means she doesn't mind.

However, there are always others who will care, such as her confidants and the messenger of natural disasters.

After the snowstorm subsided, the messenger of natural disaster quickly established a long blockade, designating the ten kilometers swallowed by the virtual realm as a restricted area.

This is the first real-life example since the spiritual revival 23 years ago, and since humanity came to understand the concept of the virtual realm.

Looking at this scenic area from the real world, all you see is endless fog, making it impossible to see anything behind it.

Let's leave it at that for now.

Su Yan rubbed her temples, took the towel handed to her by her confidante, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, and said weakly, "Let her handle the rest."

The "she" in the conversation was, of course, Gu Yuqiu.

No one would be so stupid as to not understand this and ask a question at this time.

After saying this, Su Yan turned and left.

Halfway there, she suddenly stopped, remembering something.

Many people looked at her, and were slightly taken aback, wondering if there was some other unexpected event.

Only her trusted confidant guessed the real reason behind this, walked to her side, and whispered something.

Hearing this, Su Yan's mood worsened, but in the end she didn't say anything, only humming in response.

The conversation was about where they lived.

The villa where Su Yan used to live, located within ten kilometers of the virtual realm, has long since been reduced to ruins.

The place that held so many beautiful memories for her and Gu Yuqiu no longer exists.

"I need to rest."

Su Yan was quiet for a moment, then said, "Don't let anyone disturb me."

The confidant paused slightly, then couldn't help but ask, "What if Miss Gu were to ask?"

As soon as she said it, she sensed something was wrong, but she insisted on asking anyway, because it was really important.

Su Yan looked up at the clear blue sky and remained silent.

She recalled that scene from not long ago.

Lin Mushi took Gu Yuqiu's hand.

Their fingers were intertwined.

She was far away.

Separated by countless wisps of mist.

……

……

In the virtual realm, at the heart of the ruins.

Lin Mushi found half a chair among the wreckage and let Gu Yuqiu rest.

Her injuries are still very serious. The disappearance of the external wounds does not mean that she is truly healed. There are still many unseen areas, and only time can tell.

The original power is not within the scope of ascending to godhood and is completely different from that of ordinary extraordinary beings.

Although it is not as powerful as the Lord of Sleep, it is undoubtedly on the same level in terms of its strangeness, and the damage it causes is extremely difficult to deal with.

Of course, this is ultimately Lin Mushi's problem.

"Sorry……"

Looking at her still pale face, Lin Mushi said apologetically, "This is all I can do."

Gu Yuqiu closed her eyes to rest, leaning back on the half-empty chair, and said casually, "Don't blame yourself. You're already doing very well. After all, it's not your own thing, so there will always be some things you don't do right when you use it."

Lin Mushi hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is this the truth?"

Gu Yuqiu asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"You used to call me an idiot, and I was wrong about some things..."

Lin Mushi said in a low voice, "He's not exactly smart either."

"You think I'm actually a soft-hearted person?" Gu Yuqiu opened her eyes and glanced at her.

Lin Mushi hummed in agreement.

This is her true thought.

If Gu Yuqiu's heart wasn't soft, and she was the rumored one who missed him, she felt she should have died many times over, and there was no reason for her to be alive.

Not to mention the enormous price she paid to save her.

Yes, until this moment, she believed that the reason she inherited the throne was because Gu Yuqiu wanted to save her, not because it was something she had planned beforehand.

Or rather, she didn't feel that she was qualified to be included in the scheme at that time.

"You are different."

Gu Yuqiu raised her head slightly, looked at the dark sun in the sky above the illusory realm, and said, "As my successor, my demands on you will only be stricter, so what you just said is true."

At any other time, Lin Mushi would have been very happy to hear those words.

She didn't know how many times Gu Yuqiu had criticized her, and she never remembered being praised. Even though she was no longer human and had become a god, she would still feel happy.

But how could she possibly laugh at this moment?

Gu Yuqiu sat on the half-empty chair, her face paler than snow, like a patient on her deathbed, struggling even to speak.

"Don't pity me."

She understood Lin Mushi's thoughts perfectly, and said calmly, "It's a miracle that I'm still alive today, so it's normal to pay some price."

Of course, things weren't as simple as she made them out to be.

In fact, this was the most serious injury she had ever suffered in both her past and present lives.

Lin Mushi trusted her completely and didn't doubt her statement at all. She breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good."

Gu Yuqiu closed her eyes again.

Lin Mushi looked at her, and her mind gradually calmed down.

Just then, flowers bloomed in the sky of the virtual realm.

It's like a dandelion.

The color of dandelions is not pure; it has a white base with many red hues, yet it doesn't look messy. Instead, it has an eerie beauty.

Looking at this enormous dandelion, Lin Mushi almost didn't react in time and immediately attacked.

Fortunately, the dandelion changed shape with the wind, suddenly shrinking to a smaller size, making its full appearance visible and preventing the incident from happening.

That was a cat.