Volume 7, Chapter 380 – She Shatters the Void

The world of cultivation welcomed winter once more. With only about three months left until the Evergreen Conference, Qi Huang felt that her divine sense had already reached the peak of the Divine Ability Realm. A breakthrough was imminent, so she remained utterly unperturbed.

‘As long as I can break through to the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, forget about these so-called “geniuses”. Even if the true forms of those monstrous prodigies from the Central Continent come, I’ll make them understand what a real monster is!’

Qi Huang’s ambition burned fiercely. At this point, she feared nothing.

…Well, except for feminization.

The moment she recalled the psychological effects of her gradual feminization, her soaring confidence instantly cooled. If even her mind were to fully transform into that of a woman, what use was strength? Sooner or later, she’d end up willingly throwing herself into the arms of a man!

The image of herself married off and bearing children flashed through her mind, sending a violent shiver down her spine. Shaking off the thought, she continued taking her medicine and immersing herself in dreams, desperate to uncover what had happened next. It had already been over half a year since she last witnessed Lu Yao’s transformation.

During this time, Qi Huang had glimpsed Cheng Ling’s memories several times, but since that woman hadn’t dreamed, she still had no idea about Lu Yao’s current state.

Yet, heaven rewards the diligent.

That night, Qi Huang finally managed to see Lu Yao again through Cheng Ling’s “dream”.

Lu Yao stood atop a mountain peak.

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Snowflakes swirled in the air, and dark clouds blotted out the sky, casting the land beneath into endless shadow. This unnatural phenomenon was the result of the yin energy she had unleashed, proof of just how terrifying she had become.

Even so, the vortex within her heart continued tirelessly churning out resentment. This resentment acted like an immensely powerful magnet, drawing all the yin energy between heaven and earth to strengthen her zombie body.

Because of this, Lu Yao’s physical power skyrocketed. Every slight movement caused the space around her to collapse. This world could no longer contain her existence.

She gazed up at the massive spatial rifts she had torn open in the sky. Within the darkness, only the faint glimmer of distant stars could be seen, mysterious and profound. Multiple times, she had been tempted to step inside and explore, but caution always held her back.

Fear of the unknown kept her from recklessly shattering space. So, she remained motionless, minimizing the damage to the world around her. But as her body grew stronger by the second, even this measure became less effective.

Qi Huang’s consciousness was currently attached to Lu Yao’s body, and for the first time, she truly understood what power meant. The world before her eyes was as fragile as glass, something she had to cradle carefully lest it shatter in her hands. Compared to this, her real self was less than an ant.

After an immeasurable amount of time, Lu Yao noticed something peculiar, if she avoided looking at the blood-tear mark on her face for too long, the vortex in her heart would gradually slow, and the resentment it released would diminish.

“Hm?”

A thought struck her. Carefully, she pulled out a handkerchief and covered her face. Despite her gentlest efforts, the space around her fractured, tiny cracks spiderwebbing outward.

Lu Yao sighed but paid it no mind. From experience, she knew these spatial rifts would heal over time, the shrinking gashes in the sky were proof.

She closed her eyes.

As time passed, the vortex in her heart indeed slowed, the outflow of resentment lessened, and her absorption of yin energy weakened.

When she removed the handkerchief and saw the blood-tear mark again, the memories of her past life surged vividly before her eyes. The vortex roared back to life, spewing resentment like smoke billowing from a rural kitchen’s chimney.

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She hastily covered her face again, and the vortex slowed once more.

“So that’s how it is.”

A faint smile curled Lu Yao’s lips. She had finally unraveled the secret of her own body.

Qi Huang was equally astonished, but after brief contemplation, she understood.

The blood-tear was shed at the moment of Lu Yao’s death, crystallizing all her grievances. If she didn’t see it, her heart gradually calmed, and her resentment waned. But the moment she laid eyes on it, the injustices of her past life resurfaced, and her hatred reignited like a flame fed by oil.

It was like dangling corn before a horse. As long as the bait remained, the horse would run endlessly. Remove it, and the horse would stop.

In short, the blood-tear was the driving force behind Lu Yao’s endless resentment, the reason she grew stronger without limit.

Qi Huang grasped this because, as a cultivator, she was intimately familiar with the nature of undead creatures like zombies.

Time flowed indeterminately.

Eventually, Lu Yao had absorbed all the yin energy in the world. Yet, more continued to seep in through the spatial rifts, proving that the world beyond was still saturated with it.

To prolong her stay in this familiar world, she kept her face covered. The vortex in her heart gradually stilled, and she even began releasing yin energy to slow her body’s strengthening. As a result, the concentration of yin energy in the world increased.

With the sun perpetually blotted out, the land became locked in eternal winter. Evil spirits emerged, and the living conditions of ordinary people deteriorated rapidly.

Witnessing this, Qi Huang couldn’t help but think of the cultivation world in reality. The two were eerily similar, the only difference was that cultivators in her world could barely withstand the harsh environment, whereas the people here could only wait for death.

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Lu Yao’s senses spanned the entire world, but she felt no pity.

She was a zombie now.

Apart from resentment, she had no other emotions.

Besides, this world held nothing worth cherishing. The night her father died, she had buried him alone—none of her so-called relatives, friends, or neighbors had lifted a finger to help.

In short, her tragic fate had not only stolen her life but also completely extinguished her kindness. After all, only those with souls could possess human emotions.

And so, Lu Yao sat in silence atop the mountain, lost in uncertainty.

What should she do now?

Continue her vengeance against the heavens?

She looked up. The thick clouds could not obstruct her vision, and the five slowly healing spatial rifts remained clearly visible.

“If this is what they call ‘Heaven’, then I’ve already torn it apart. Yet it has never uttered a word, like whipping a corpse. Is there even any point in revenge anymore?”

The more she thought, the more lost she became.

Despite her efforts to suppress her power, Lu Yao’s body eventually reached its limit. Even standing still caused the space around her to collapse, and she fell into the void.

Floating in the dark abyss, she saw only the distant glimmer of stars—vast, desolate, and profound.

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Testing her limbs, she found that the space here did not warp at her movements. Clearly, this world was far sturdier than her previous one.

At least she could move freely now.

Extending her senses, she soon detected a nearby world, one with mountains, rivers, beasts, and even people like her.

A strange sense of familiarity drew her toward it.

But as she approached, she was startled to discover that some among these people could actually soar through the skies and traverse the earth.

After covert observation, she confirmed that they were nothing more than ants compared to her. Still, to avoid unnecessary trouble, she descended in a remote mountainous area.

Passing by a small village, she noticed the villagers were all in high spirits, as if celebrating something.

Lu Yao listened carefully, but the language was foreign to her.

Leaving the village, she wandered aimlessly. Everywhere she went, people wore joyous expressions, frequently glancing at the sky.

Following their gaze, she saw the five massive rifts she had torn open in her original world, still not fully healed.

“Are they happy because of the tears in the sky?”

Puzzled, she moved on.