Soon, the heavens above the Snow Song Realm trembled.
A piercing aura surged down from the sky, shattering the tranquility of the falling snow. The clouds parted in reverence, and the entire realm held its breath.
Descending like a divine star blazing through ice and wind, Caizhi—now fully grown into the title of Heavenly Wolf Star God, Star God Emperor—appeared, cloaked in darkness that turned the snowstorm to stillness. Her mere presence halted the snow, the sky itself frozen in awe.
Outside the Divine Ice Phoenix Hall, all the Hall Masters fell to their knees as her figure landed with divine elegance. Their heads bowed in deep reverence, none daring to lift their eyes.
Mu Bingyun stood among them, her hands clenched tightly in front of her chest. Her face was pale with worry, her eyes redden. Though she was once the realm's highest being, her cultivation now only at the Peak of Divine Sovereign Realm barred her from entering the hall where the afflicted laid. Still, she had not moved from that spot since Qianye Ying'er's arrival.
And now, as Caizhi arrived, their eyes met—one silently begging for hope, the other carrying both sorrow and assurance.
No words were spoken. None were needed.
With that single look, Caizhi understood everything.
Without hesitation, she turned and stepped through the doors of the Ice Phoenix Divine Hall, disappearing into its cold sacred halls where tragedy had unfolded.
"What happened?!"
The moment Caizhi stepped into the Ice Phoenix Divine Hall, her voice rang out sharply, filled with urgency. But as soon as she crossed through the barrier sealing off the dreadful energy inside, her words halted—choked back by the invisible force that hit her like a tidal wave.
Her body jerked to a sudden stop. Her breathing froze.
That aura… that cold, corrosive darkness filled with bottomless hatred and killing intent—it wasn't just terrifying. It was familiar.
Her pupils widened as if pierced by lightning. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.
"…This… this aura…" Her voice fell into a whisper, and then cracked. "It's…can't be…"
From the side, Qianye Ying'er, who had been watching silently, let out a soft breath.
So it wasn't her imagination. The dark energy infecting Mu Xuanyin, Chi Wuyao, and Shui Meiyin wasn't just infused with darkness power—it was darkness profound energy woven with pure, ancient malice and her aura. An aura that carried the unique imprint Caizhi would never fail to recognize.
Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes narrowed.
"…It's the aura of the Heavenly Slaughter Star God."
The one who should have perished long ago.
Caizhi elder sister, Jasmine, the Heavenly Slaughter Star God!
"How… where… when… HOW?!!"
Caizhi's voice cracked like thunder as she spun toward Qianye Ying'er, eyes wide and filled with stormy emotions. It wasn't hatred. It wasn't anger. It was confusion—desperation. The kind that comes from grasping at threads of a reality too cruel to comprehend.
Her fists clenched, her body trembling, but she didn't move any closer.
She just stared, as if her eyes could tear the answers straight from Qianye's mouth.
Qianye Ying'er, unfazed by the outburst, exhaled slowly. "Calm down, little wolf…" Her voice was soft but steady. "I'll tell you everything."
In front of the silent, wounded women and the tense crowd of Witches and onlookers, Qianye began recounting the events. From the explosion at the edge of the Primordial Chaos… to their journey there… the tiny, almost invisible crack they discovered… and the overwhelming force that poured through it and more...
"Even then… I didn't dare believe it," Qianye said, her voice quiet now, trembling just slightly. "But the moment that aura touched them… the moment I felt her aura… I..."
Every word sank heavily into Caizhi's heart, until she could no longer breathe.
"...From outside the Primordial Chaos..." Caizhi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body trembled—not from cold, but from the weight of hope and terror colliding inside her chest. Her soul, her very being, quivered. "That means... that means... Sister is alive! She has to be! Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?!" Qianye Ying'er's sharp voice sliced through the air like a blade, cutting off her words. "You clearly felt that aura, didn't you? That dreadful, soul-searing power—it wasn't just mixed with your sister's essence, Caizhi... it was overwhelmed by something far higher. It didn't come from this world—it came from beyond. Beyond the limits of the Primordial Chaos!"
Caizhi staggered back as if struck. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
"This was just a fragment. A shred of it!" Ying'er pressed on, her voice laced with something between fear and fury. "You think Jasmine is capable of power on that level?! You think your sister—powerful as she was—could twist space, shatter the edge of the chaos, and leave even people like us in ruins just from a lingering trace of her aura?!"
The hall fell deathly silent.
Caizhi's knuckles went white as her hands clenched at her sides. Her heart screamed denial, but her reason faltered. Still, she pushed back, her voice raw with emotion.
"...Then how do you explain her aura?!" she snapped, eyes wet, voice cracking. "Explain why her presence was in that darkness! That cold, bitter fury—it was hers! I know it like I know my own breath!"
"...That's what I'd like to know as well," Qianye Ying'er muttered, her gaze drifting into the distance, her brows furrowed with deep unease. "Because if it truly was her... then... that would be for the best... but..." Her voice faltered, the end of her sentence thinning into a whisper, heavy with dread.
"...If it's not her..."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Everyone present—The Witches, Shui Yingyue, and Caizhi—felt the same chilling weight settle over their hearts.
If that aura didn't belong to Jasmine...
Then whatever did own that presence—one that bore the fury, hatred, and chilling pressure of something beyond the cosmos—wasn't something they could even begin to comprehend.
"Whatever that existence is..." Qianye Ying'er's voice dropped lower, her golden eyes narrowing. "...If it's trying to break into our world—into our God Realm..."
"It is a being we cannot hope to face."
A long breath followed. Cold, heavy, and final.
"I'm afraid..." she said at last, "...only death awaits us."
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"Hehehehe... hehehehehe..."
A chilling laugh echoed through the room—twisted, broken, filled with malice. Everyone stiffened as their gazes snapped toward the source.
Shui Meiyin.
Lying in her bed, covered in her own blackened blood, her body trembling—her eyes, once clear and bright like stars, were now glazed over with a dark, eerie sheen. Her lips curled into a smile that didn't belong to her.
"Meiyin!" Shui Yingyue cried out and instinctively tried to rush forward, but the witches quickly grabbed her, holding her back with panic in their eyes.
"Don't!" one of the witches exclaimed.
"Hehehehehe… hehehehehe…"
The sound was growing darker, colder.
"You all have to die... You all deserved to die..."
Shui Meiyin's voice spilled out in a tone that didn't sound like her own—low, filled with madness and hate. The words pierced the hearts of everyone present like icy needles.
Her mind seem to collapse… swallowed by the darkness.
And now, that darkness had spoken.
"Seal off the space—now!" Qianye Ying'er barked sharply, her voice cold and decisive.
Without hesitation, she and Caizhi surged forward, divine power flaring as layers upon layers of spatial seals snapped into place. The witches and Shui Yingyue immediately followed suit, adding their strength to reinforce the seal.
Inside the sealed hall, Shui Meiyin—now shrouded in an aura of thick, malicious darkness—slowly rose from the bed. Her innocent, delicate form trembled violently, but it was not weakness—it was the barely contained frenzy surging within her.
"Hehehehehe... HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Her laughter twisted, seething with hate and madness, echoed like a nightmare through the sealed space. Her once-pure eyes now glowed with bottomless blackness as they locked onto them, filled with fury and bloodlust.
"BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!"
Her aura erupted without warning, blasting out with such force that the entire Divine Hall trembled. Outside, disciples and hall masters looked up in horror as an unnatural cold gripped their souls. Even from afar, they could feel it—something terrible was happening.
But inside the barrier, the moment Shui Meiyin tried to move—
Szzzzt!
A golden blade of divine light twisted into existence, binding her limbs midair in a flash. It struck like lightning—merciless and precise—sealing her movements completely.
Bound in midair, Shui Meiyin thrashed and laughed with manic rage.
"YOU ALL... DESERVE TO DIE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Her voice was no longer her own. It was the voice of the darkness that had consumed her.
"Hehehehehehehe… you all deserved to die…"
Even though her body was tightly bound, her limbs frozen midair, and her aura sealed by divine power, Shui Meiyin's voice—twisted and venomous—continued to echo throughout the sealed space.
Her head slowly tilted downward, strands of her once-silky hair now drenched in blackened blood, sticking to her pale face. The madness in her eyes had only deepened.
"All of you… deserved to die…" she whispered again, like a curse blooming from the depth of her soul.
"The Eternal Heaven… the Moon Gods… the Brahma Gods…" she listed one after another, her voice rising into a low, hateful chant.
"All of you… every single one of you in the God Realm… hehehehe…" Her eyes glinted with a terrifying, fanatical gleam.
"Deserved to die!!"
Her laugh exploded again—harsh, broken, and soaked in hate—as if a world of grudges had been festering in her heart for centuries. And now, through her, that darkness had found its voice.
Her words sent a deep chill through everyone present.
Every name Shui Meiyin had spoken—Eternal Heaven, Moon Gods, Brahma Gods—each one carried with it a weight of history, blood, and destruction. Some of those people had already perished years ago, when Yun Che returned to the God Realm with the devils of the Northern Divine Region and turned the heavens upside down.
And among those names… Brahma Gods—that wasn't just anyone. That was Qianye Ying'er herself… and her people.
The hall fell into a strange, stifling silence. No one dared speak. No one knew what to say.
As the tension hung in the air, Caizhi suddenly floated upward, her rainbow-colored figure pausing before the tightly bound Shui Meiyin, who continued to laugh softly through gritted teeth, her body restrained in midair by Qianye Ying'er's Divine Oracle.
Caizhi's eyes flickered toward the intricate divine bindings holding Meiyin still.
"This technique…" she murmured inwardly. A faint ripple of emotion passed through her as her gaze briefly swept toward Qianye Ying'er.
But now wasn't the time. She suppressed the thought and focused.
Carefully, Caizhi extended her hand, placing her palm on Shui Meiyin's trembling chest—just above her heart. Her profound energy began to flow silently, gently probing the depths of Shui Meiyin's divine soul.
"What are you doing?!" Qianye Ying'er snapped, her voice sharp with concern as she took a step forward.
But then she froze—her eyes narrowing as she saw it.
The dark, twisted aura that had been writhing across Shui Meiyin's body just moments ago…
It was recoiling.
No—it was transforming.
Like a tide being drawn into a new moon, the malicious energy flowed out from Shui Meiyin's trembling body and into Caizhi's hand, gradually losing its malevolent hue and becoming a stream of pure energy. That energy then surged into Caizhi's body, absorbed seamlessly.
Qianye Ying'er's eyes narrowed in shock.
"What? Didn't you call me here because you already knew I could do this?" Caizhi said with a faint smirk, not even glancing at her.
Qianye Ying'er exhaled through her nose, calming herself. "Hmph. Hearing about it and actually seeing it with my own eyes are two different things."
Some time ago, Yun Che had told her about Caizhi's strange transformation after her fateful meeting with the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor. Back then, it had surprised even him.
Qianye Ying'er, of course, had relentlessly pressed for the details—until Yun Che eventually relented.
Back then, Caizhi was drowning in guilt and self-hatred. Her hatred for herself, her bloodline, and her weakness was suffocating. But after that meeting…
Everything changed.
The Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor didn't just grant her insight—she remade her body.
First, she transformed Caizhi's physique, making her fully compatible with the darkness profound energy, just like Yun Che had done for the others who followed him.
But more than that—much more—she awakened Caizhi's true potential.
She granted Caizhi a perfect affinity with her own God Source's divine power, elevating her in ways not even Yun Che could replicate.
And now, it was clear.
Caizhi's unique transformation allowed her not just to resist the darkness and hates—but to purify it.
The power of the Heavenly Wolf Star God was, at its core, a divine force born of hatred. A god power fueled not by serenity or balance, but by raw, consuming emotion. Only those who harbored deep, unshakable hate could ever cultivate it to its peak.
But such a path came with a price.
The deeper one dove into hatred, the more that hatred would feed on you in return—twisting your soul, gnawing at your mind, until you were no longer the wielder of the power, but the slave of it.
The Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor, knowing this truth better than anyone, and with the unconditionally love she bore for her daughters by Yun Che's side, she would never have left them unguarded. And so, for Caizhi, one of the women Yun Che held closest to his heart and one of the Devil Emperor's protection piece, the Devil Emperor bestowed a precious and singular gift—
The ability to transform hatred itself.
No longer would hatred devour her.
Instead, hatred would nourish her.
Darkness, despair, vengeance—all emotions tied to destruction—could be purified, refined, and turned into sheer power. It was a miracle tailored not just to preserve Caizhi… but to protect Yun Che as well.
Now, as she stood before the bound and writhing Shui Meiyin, absorbing that corrupted essence into herself, Caizhi whispered softly, voice laced with awe and weight:
"This hatred… it's so powerful..."
And this—this was just a wisp. A single, contaminated thread from the tide that infected Shui Meiyin. A shred of hatred that had slipped through a crack no bigger than a needle's eye at the edge of the Primordial Chaos.
Just a wisp…
Caizhi's fingers trembled slightly.
If such venomous malice could pour out of something so small—
What kind of nightmare would emerge… if the one who carried such hatred came through fully?
It took Caizhi a considerable amount of time to fully cleanse Shui Meiyin. The hatred—vile, venomous, and all-consuming—clung to every fiber of her being, refusing to let go. But Caizhi endured. Slowly, carefully, she drew it out, siphoning the malevolent force into herself.
And as the hate was stripped away, what remained was pure darkness—not destructive, but primordial. A refined, neutral energy flowing into Caizhi's body, merging seamlessly with her own power. It didn't harm her; it tempered her cultivation, stabilizing her soul, strengthening her core.
Soon, Shui Meiyin's twitching stopped. Her breath evened. The twisted madness in her expression faded, replaced by peaceful unconsciousness.
With a flicker of golden light, the Divine Oracle unraveled itself from around her. Shui Yingyue caught hern little sister gently before laying her down onto her bed once more.
Caizhi didn't stop.
Without pause or hesitation, she moved to the side of the Devil Queen, Chi Wuyao, and then to Mu Xuanyin, her every motion steady, her expression calm despite the storm raging inside her.
Soon, all three are purge from the darkness of hates.
"Is there anyone else?" Caizhi asked, her voice low, still faintly hoarse from the exhaustion of drawing out so much hatred.
"They didn't make it," Qianye Ying'er replied flatly.
It wasn't entirely false. There had been survivors in the beginning—but not from her realm, not anyone she cared to remember. A few cultivators from other King Realms… none of them held weight in her heart. The moment the explosion erupted and the dark aura began infecting everything, her only priority was Chi Wuyao, Xuanyin, and Meiyin.
The teleportation formation had brought back only the select few. Most of the others—those who had no names worth remembering—were left behind. And now, thinking of them again… if someone as strong as Shui Meiyin had nearly been consumed by that darkness, then those people... there was no need to wonder. They were already lost.
Still, she didn't say all of this. Not aloud. She kept her expression impassive. The truth didn't matter now.
Caizhi didn't press her. She just nodded faintly and moved back, her breathing still unsteady from the drain of energy.
Moments passed. Then—
"Mn..."
A soft breath stirred the air.
Mu Xuanyin's eyelashes fluttered. Her eyes slowly opened, clear and calm. The icy brilliance within them hadn't faded—only now, it carried a layer of quiet weariness.
"Big Sister Xuanyin, are you okay?" Caizhi asked gently, her voice filled with worry as she knelt closer to the bedside.
Mu Xuanyin slowly turned her gaze toward the young girl and gave a faint nod. "I'm fine... and thank you."
Her voice was soft, but steady. Though the hateful darkness had ravaged her soul, she was, after all, the strongest being left in the Primordial Chaos. Even when the darkness seeped into her body, even as her consciousness blurred, she remained aware—aware of the one who had pulled her back from the brink.
She knew it was Caizhi who had saved her… not just her, but everyone.
"Hehe," Caizhi smiled, a bit of color returning to her cheeks. There was relief in her eyes, despite everything, her heart felt a little lighter now.
Soon, Chi Wuyao opened her eyes, her long lashes fluttering slightly as a soft breath escaped her lips. Before anyone else could speak, her Nine Witches had already surrounded her in a flurry of anxious whispers and concerned glances.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, my children..." Chi Wuyao reassured them all, her voice low and enchanting as ever, though it carried a trace of weariness. She answered each worried call with patience and a faint smile, her devilish charm unshaken even in her weakened state.
Then, her gaze shifted toward Shui Meiyin, who remained motionless on her bed with her eyes still closed.
"You can open them, you know... little Meiyin," the Devil Queen said, her tone light yet knowing.
"..."
"Meiyin...?" Shui Yingyue called out softly, concern thick in her voice. Her brows knit as she leaned closer, studying her little sister carefully. Something about her stillness didn't seem right.
Then it hit her.
"You little—!" Shui Yingyue narrowed her eyes and grabbed Meiyin gently by the shoulders. "Are you pretending?!"
A beat of silence passed... and then Meiyin's long lashes trembled, her lips curling into a guilty little smile before she stuck out her tongue playfully.
"Hehe..."
And just like that, she slowly opened her eyes, mischief flickering in them despite the lingering fatigue.