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The Empress knelt beneath Bimu Mountain, her elegant garments flowing around her.
She was waiting for two people, a man and a woman. The woman had already arrived, but the man was still delayed.
"The message from my aunt has been delivered; you must choose a new ruler wisely."
"Alright, alright."
A cloud rose beneath Bimu Mountain. Watching the woman disappear into the mist, Ling Bo let out a slight sigh of relief. Her soul had merged with the Empress's memories, revealing many secrets of this nation.
It turned out that the Murong Dynasty had long been destroyed; this country now existed only as an illusion, with all its citizens having left like a wisp of smoke. Being the Empress in such an illusion was quite good, but aside from being the most powerful within it, there was an overwhelming force outside the illusion. The woman who emerged from a place called Seven Hells exuded an inexplicable pressure that compelled all Murong citizens to bow in reverence. That irresistible power seemed to suggest that with just a thought, she could control the lives of everyone here. Would she also possess such immense power if she went to that place? Ling Bo couldn't help but feel excited.
With an expression of anticipation, Ling Bo sat on the steps waiting for Hibiscus to arrive. After arranging everything here in seven days, she would head to Seven Hells and surely take the White-Clad Handsome Man with her. She had made plans with him last night; why hadn’t he shown up yet? From a distance, she spotted a white figure appearing at the foot of Bimu Mountain, and her cheeks flushed slightly. Although she was reluctant to leave this place and those concubines behind, her magical abilities allowed her to open the Gate of Rebirth only once. She would wait for the force of guidance to come on its own in seven days. Moreover, she had obtained a secret technique from Ling Bo's memories about an Empress from the Murong Family long ago named Murong Xian or Murong Fengxian, who fell in love with someone who did not love her back. She created a formation that promised eternal love if one spent a night within it with their beloved, though that Empress ultimately failed. But He Huan would surely succeed! As for why that Empress failed, Murong Lingbo didn't know, and neither did He Huan. With hopeful eyes, Ling Bo looked towards Hibiscus. As Hibiscus drew closer, the Empress's face revealed an expression of horror.
"Young Master Mu, what happened to you?" Ling Bo gazed at Hibiscus in disbelief; how could he have changed so drastically overnight?
"Nothing," Hibiscus replied with a smile; it was just skin deep.
Ling Bo lowered her head for a long moment before finally looking up with determination. "Handsome man, no matter how you change, I will not reject you."
Hibiscus nodded in shock. "Uh, Your Majesty, I am already devoted to someone."
"Where is she? I want to duel her!" Ling Bo said confidently; she now possessed magic.
"Please tell me how to reach Western Abyss," Hibiscus requested.
"Well, the formation has already opened; as long as you spend a night within it, you can leave."
"But when I came here, it was just a moment."
"Have you never heard that it's easy to invite a deity but hard to send them away?"
Hibiscus frowned, truly having never heard of it.
Ling Bo brought Hibiscus into the formation, which soon activated. Hahaha... Ling Bo was stifling laughter inside while putting on a serious face as if casting a spell with great effort.
"Your Majesty, I cannot accompany you any longer; this is not the Gate of Rebirth."
"This is my domain; how would you know?"
Hibiscus pointed towards the center of the formation, where there was a stone tablet inscribed with 'Nine Turns Bewitching Formation.'
What?! What is going on?
It turned out that Murong Fengxian had used this formation years ago in hopes of winning the love of the Deity of Heaven. However, the Deity of Heaven, being a Celestial Race immortal, possessed boundless power, rendering this formation useless against him. Murong Fengxian, deeply infatuated, ultimately decided to move the Heavenly Emperor with her devotion and knelt at the peak of Bimu Mountain, begging for the Heavenly Emperor's mercy. Later, humanity became affiliated with the Celestial Race, and as a result, Murong Fengxian became a forbidden descendant of the Deity of Heaven. In her later years, to commemorate her invention, she erected a monument for this formation.
What a huge blunder! There’s even an instruction manual!
"So speechless," Ling Bo chuckled awkwardly; this was quite an unexpected turn!
"Your Majesty, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Regarding Princess Xiyuan's death, does Your Majesty not intend to investigate?"
"Investigate? How would you suggest I do that?" Ling Bo waved her hand dismissively. My daughter is dead, and I don't care; why are you so concerned? Seeing your concern for her makes me think I really did the right thing.
"Your Majesty knows that Princess Xiyuan is dead?" Hibiscus asked softly.
"Uh, I knew you would say that."
"You are unworthy of being a ruler." Jade Flute pressed against the Empress's throat. "Let me go, or you will die."
"Are you joking? How could I possibly die?" Go ahead and kill me; then you can find someone younger, since I'm tired of this old body.
The Empress's luxurious garments lay scattered on the ground. Looking at the circle of light that appeared before her, she realized that the way to leave was to kill the Empress. Hibiscus stepped into the light, glancing back at the path she had taken—Gusu, Murong, may you be well. In a flash of white light, she vanished.
Murong Tianxia was about to descend into chaos; with the Empress dead and no crown prince established.
"Are you joking? How could I die? Practice is the only standard for testing truth, and this truth is that He Huan cannot die." He Huan's soul floated around Hibiscus, feeling quite content; death was actually a kind of pleasure.
This place was peaceful, with flowers blooming everywhere and butterflies dancing gracefully.
"Men?! Why do they look so ugly?" The area was empty; only voices could be heard without any sight of people.
"Hehe."
...
"Look! A man is coming!"
...
Voices were buzzing, yet not a single figure was seen.
"I want handsome men. I want handsome men!"
"Hee hee. I haven't smelled a man's fragrance for a long time."
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