Black skeletons filled the surrounding mountains, roaring furiously at the golden eye in the sky. Their cries disrupted the natural flow of qi in the area, stirring up violent hurricanes.

Yet their roars couldn’t drown out Shu Sheng’s frantic shouting. Everyone heard what he had just said, leaving them all shocked.

The Great Qin Empire’s exalted Shu Sheng, the Martial Alliance’s supreme leader, a Pilgrim who had mastered all eight meridians, was the deranged, ugly-faced man from before.

Even Qian Li, whose mind was solely focused on finding Sui Qiu San to demand answers, was momentarily distracted by Shu Sheng.

Xiang An’ge and his spirit clone stood on a boulder, watching the crawling Shu Sheng for a moment before disappointedly looking away.

Beside him, Qing Ying quietly asked, “Is this man Shu Sheng?”

Xiang An’ge replied, “Yes, judging by his star power, he’s the same person. He just admitted it himself.”

Qing Ying exchanged glances with Chen Zhou, saying, “He sounds more like someone who just believes he’s Shu Sheng.”

Xiang An’ge turned his gaze toward Long Yu Ye, saying, “That’s why it’s disappointing.”

Chen Zhou scanned the surroundings, frowning when he saw the half-destroyed altar, unable to spot Zhou Zixi anywhere.

Qiu Hong, Cheng Jingbai, and the other earth ghosts were affected by the resonance of the black skeletons, unconsciously raising their heads to look at the celestial eye.

Ming Li didn’t turn to look at Shu Sheng, merely saying, “Don’t let him die.”

Chen Zhou and Fu Yuan flashed to Shu Sheng’s sides, blocking his path as he crawled toward Chang Xi.

Xiang An’ge leisurely approached Shu Sheng, extending his hand to use the Yin-Yang dual meridian healing technique to keep him barely alive.

At the center of the chaotic star power storm, Long Yu Ye was retrieving the most important circulation meridian. He glanced at Shu Sheng, collapsed on the ground, clicking his tongue at such a pathetic sight.

Just as Ming Li drew her bow and shot a transparent long arrow, countless star lines extracted from Fang Hui’s body transformed into gold and flew into Long Yu Ye’s body.

Long Yu Ye threw Fang Hui aside, turned to catch the transparent arrow Ming Li had fired, hovering in the air. Though the arrow pushed him back several steps, he gripped it tightly, broke it in half, and tossed it away.

Chang Xi, who had remained motionless until now, finally moved, no longer watching Shu Sheng but rushing toward the discarded Fang Hui.

Seeing this, Shu Sheng’s gaze shattered. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout something, but only spat out blood.

“Although Shu Sheng couldn’t kill you, he delayed you long enough,” Long Yu Ye said, smiling at Ming Li. “He was somewhat useful after all.”

Song Tian Yi picked himself up from the ground. Looking up, he saw Long Yu Ye take out the Xing Sui and felt his eyelid twitch with foreboding.

“Your junior brother would rather die than surrender the star meridian’s origin, which did irritate me. But it’s fine, I’m not that petty,” Long Yu Ye said.

A black fish bone floated in Long Yu Ye’s hand, its skeleton intricately connected with thin, dense fish fins, resembling a vivid black fish.

Song Tian Yi was furious upon seeing it. That’s my family’s divine weapon!

Long Yu Ye narrowed his eyes, looking at the golden eye in the sky, regaining his composure: “Earth ghosts’ resentment is merely an illusion. The dead can never compare to the living.”

“From now on, I shall become—”

Before he could finish, Ming Li had already flashed before him. Her dual mirrors shattered into countless fragments, reflecting eight meridian spiritual techniques.

Long Yu Ye’s expression changed slightly as he waved his hand to defend himself, forced to retreat again. He was inwardly surprised—her power was different from five years ago.

Ming Li said, “You didn’t think I’d wait for you to finish your speech before attacking, did you?”

Long Yu Ye’s expression turned displeased: “You really should have heard me out.”

Eight Meridian Formation: Scorching Western Pool.

Several firewalls rose from the ground, protecting Long Yu Ye within. The flames were intensely hot and aggressive, their high temperature distorting human forms. Even with the Heavy Eyes meridian fully activated, one couldn’t see clearly through the scorching heat.

The flames continually rotated and expanded, devouring any star sparks they touched. People on the ground kept retreating, running to higher ground.

Qiu Lang looked up at Long Yu Ye standing on the star lines in the sky. His mind kept replaying the “truth” memories—scenes from his former life. The earth ghosts and humans he had resented turned out to be such absurd existences.

What meaning was there now in the hatred he had clung to all these years?

What ignited Qiu Lang now wasn’t Long Yu Ye’s Scorching Western Pool, but rage at being deceived.

“Long Yu Ye!”

Qiu Lang roared, throwing his pole blade toward Long Yu Ye through the flames. The blade’s tip erupted with powerful star power pressure—this strike used all of Qiu Lang’s star power.

Long Yu Ye heard him and slightly raised his eyebrow, looking down in Qiu Lang’s direction.

The pole blade was caught by the rising fire wall, unable to advance even half an inch further. In the blink of an eye, it melted. The flames made a whistling sound as they expanded, falling on Qiu Lang’s ears like mockery of his foolishness.

“You dared… You dared trick me into killing so many earth ghosts!”

Qiu Lang’s furious roar reached Long Yu Ye’s ears, but he merely smiled, raising his hand toward Qiu Lang below: “Bind Voice.”

The speed was impossible to evade. Bind Voice exploded in Qiu Lang’s throat as flames engulfed him, leaving only a black skull behind.

Cheng Jingbai froze at the sight. Zhou Xiang pulled him away from the approaching flames. The earth ghosts all became alert after witnessing Qiu Lang’s fate—these flames could instantly kill the Life meridian.

Chang Xi had injured her ankle and couldn’t carry Fang Hui, who had lost the power of his Divine Oracle circulation meridian and was hovering between life and death. As the flames approached, from the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Shu Sheng, who was being pulled away by Bei Dou disciples using star lines, stretching his hand toward her with his mouth wide open.

He was trying to say something, but Chang Xi didn’t want to know what. She embraced Fang Hui from behind, and as the flames lunged toward them, a spirit clone blocked their path.

Qing Ying took the opportunity to lead Chang Xi and Fang Hui to safety on higher ground. After setting Chang Xi down, she frowned, looking toward the opposite mountain path.

Sui Qiu San stood before several black skeletons. The surrounding trees had collapsed, and flames were spreading in his direction. A figure was also running toward him.

Qian Li ran stumblingly. The star power pressure released by Long Yu Ye and Ming Li’s battle made his progress difficult. The hurricane toppled trees, throwing him back several times, yet he continued forward against the hurricane and scorching heat.

“Why?!” Qian Li raised his hand to shield himself from the pressure, shouting hoarsely toward Sui Qiu San, “Why… why did you do it?!”

His shout carried a sob.

After being forced to receive so much information, Qian Li felt lost, directionless. He had obsessively pursued Sui Qiu San seeking an answer, consumed by hatred throughout the process.

Even now, he wanted to get an “answer” from Sui Qiu San.

Sui Qiu San’s gaze toward him remained gentle and loving.

But Qian Li suddenly recalled what Qiu Hong had said: “If you can remember anything, what you should remember most is that your father, Sui Qiu San, died many years ago.”

“The father who loved you in your memories died the day he was discovered by the Divine Oracle.”

“The Sui Qiu San you hate, who massacred your clan and killed countless people, is merely a shell driven by the resentment of thousands of earth ghosts who died over the centuries, rebelling against the Divine Oracle.”

Sui Qiu San didn’t need to answer him because Qian Li had already received the “answer.”

The father in his memories had never betrayed Zhao Tingyi, nor had he wronged the Zhao family. He had died when he deeply loved his wife and child.

What inhabited that shell was the earth ghosts’ “hatred,” “resentment,” and “killing intent.” It would kill anyone who harmed the Earth’s ghosts.

Qian Li fell to his knees under the pressure of star power, unable to move forward another step. He struggled to raise his head to look at Sui Qiu San, only to find the other had slowly shifted his gaze, that gentle and compassionate face becoming cold and vicious, revealing all its hatred.

“Father…”

Qian Li called out this title with a trembling voice.

For so many years, he could never accept the fact that his father had suddenly abandoned him so decisively. This made him extreme, angry, and hateful. But now, knowing the truth, this resentment had nowhere to go.

Qian Li didn’t even know the meaning of his existence anymore.

He watched helplessly as Sui Qiu San opened his arms. That body dispersed with the wind, replaced by another giant black skeleton rising from the ground’s shadows.

This black skeleton had star lines flowing through its eyes. As it roared at the golden eye in the sky, it raised its hand, its bony white fingers grabbing a corner of the golden eye and pulling hard.

Each black skeleton’s howl released countless eight meridian spiritual techniques. Together with Sui Qiu San, they launched attacks at the golden eye in the sky, attempting to destroy the Divine Oracle.

Qian Li stared blankly at the black skeleton before him. As the flames of Scorching Western Pool lunged toward him, Qiu Hong seized the moment, flashing over to grab him by the collar and pull him away.

Long Yu Ye stood in the void, laughing as he watched people fleeing below. Looking at the black skeletons grabbing the golden eye in the sky, he said displeased: “What troublesome creatures.”

“Let you vent a little longer, it doesn’t matter. Soon, I will become the incarnation of the Divine Oracle.” Long Yu Ye’s palm held the glowing Xing Sui. He looked toward Ming Li and said, “I am the Divine Oracle.”

As his words fell, the Xing Sui burst forth with intense purple light. The fish bone fins scattered and flew into Long Yu Ye’s body, triggering his second awakening.

Standing on a huge rock, Song Tian Yi said gloomily: “It’s over.”

Cheng Jingbai turned to ask him: “What’s over?”

“That madman has awakened the Life meridian,” Song Tian Yi sighed.

They could stand in the eye of the storm with such concentrated star power pressure only because of Xiang An’ge’s formation’s protection.

Qing Ying saw flames rising and surging toward Ming Li from all directions, impossible to avoid. Worried, she called out: “Senior Sister!”

Xiang An’ge pulled her back: “She won’t die.”

When earth ghosts approach death, it triggers their Life meridian, which would be instantly destroyed by the flames of Scorching Western Pool, causing permanent death. But Ming Li had Shi Fei. In the instant a fatal wound would trigger the Life meridian, Shi Fei’s healing ability would repair it first.

Any attack would never have the chance to reach the exposed Life meridian at that moment.

Qing Ying only relaxed when she saw Ming Li still standing in the flames.

*

The surrounding sound of flames burning and devouring everything was familiar. Ming Li could never forget that this fire was just like the one from years ago.

The flames in Scorching Western Pool were pilgrimage fire.

Long Yu Ye slightly raised his eyebrows when he saw Ming Li standing unharmed in the flames: “Now you know why I wanted to steal your Bei Dou sect’s Shi Fei, right?”

“Combined with the Life meridian’s ability, it’s perfect.”

Long Yu Ye stared at Ming Li and said, “You’re currently on the edge of death, only standing there because of Shi Fei. Now that I’ve awakened the Life meridian, are you still confident you can stop me?”

Ming Li didn’t speak but looked at the surrounding black skeletons. The pilgrimage fire had burned away all the mountain’s flowers, grasses, and trees. The tattered hems of the black skeletons’ clothes caught sparks, with flames gradually climbing upward.

Ethereal Form: Flying Snow Dragon.

The snow dragon flew toward the tallest black skeleton, battling the pilgrimage fire that had caught on its body.

“Hey, you don’t think he can come back to life, do you?” Long Yu Ye laughed. “These are all the resentments of dead earth ghosts. In other words, Zhou Zixi could only join them if he died. What you’re saving now is just a skeleton.”

Ming Li smiled slightly at him: “You think you can live?”

Long Yu Ye said, “Now that I can awaken the Life meridian, it won’t be easy for me to die. I should thank your junior brother. If he hadn’t let me kill him so many times, my understanding of the Life meridian wouldn’t be so profound. That would have made it somewhat difficult for me to awaken the Life meridian using Xing Sui.”

“But now, thanks to him, I’ve easily awakened the Life meridian.”

Long Yu Ye opened his arms in a relaxed posture, admiring the world surrounded by flames: “Nine meridians fulfilled, plus the Divine Oracle that can alter people’s memories and extinguish others’ Life meridians. Once I merge with the Divine Oracle, I’ll soon become the master of this world.”

“What do you think I should do with the Life meridian?”

Long Yu Ye had already assumed himself the victor, appearing unhurried and speaking casually with Ming Li, as if wanting her to say something he’d like to hear.

Human nature’s shortcomings: when victory seems assured, one shows composure but can’t resist boasting.

“This isn’t for you to decide,” Ming Li said. “Your fate is in my hands.”

“Is that so?” Long Yu Ye laughed loudly, but his amusement was quickly halted by the black skeletons’ roars.

The Divine Oracle was composed of eight meridian powers, and in the black skeletons’ howls, they continuously output various eight meridian spiritual techniques.

More and more black skeletons emerged from the ground’s shadows, reaching out to grab the golden eye in the sky. One corner of the brilliant golden eye had already been stained black.

“Such annoying creatures,” Long Yu Ye said unhappily, absorbing star power from heaven and earth to strengthen his Formation: Scorching Western Pool.

The pilgrimage fire grew fiercer and more intense, instantly burning several black skeletons and devouring the snow dragon protecting Zhou Zixi’s form.

Star lines danced around Ming Li. With a wave of her hand, she unleashed techniques from all eight meridians, but Long Yu Ye could counter with identical techniques.

“It’s useless,” Long Yu Ye said. “Even if your divine weapon can deliver eight meridian spiritual techniques in one strike, it’s useless against me. I can respond with the same number of eight meridian techniques. If we continue like this, you’ll soon die from exhausting your star power.”

“It’s not meant for you. You’re not worthy,” Ming Li said, her fingertips continually gathering power, her expression deadly serious. “And why don’t you consider that you might run out of star power first?”

“It seems you haven’t figured out how you lost to me five years ago,” Long Yu Ye laughed loudly. “You fought until your star power was depleted, unable to use any more techniques, and died in my Scorching Western Pool. But I’m different from you.”

“In this Bei Jing Gui Yuan, all the star power in heaven and earth is mine to take, anytime, anywhere!”

Despite such an imposing declaration, the person opposite didn’t seem particularly intimidated.

“Oh,” Ming Li lightly lifted her eyelids, tilting her head toward the golden eye in the sky, “Since it’s star power from heaven and earth, what if heaven and earth disagree?”

“Heaven and earth?”

Long Yu Ye hadn’t yet understood Ming Li’s meaning, but he quickly sensed something was wrong—the star power surrounding him had disappeared.

…How could this be?

Long Yu Ye froze, his expression peculiar. He looked at Ming Li standing in the flames, the star power around her still rich and dense, but his connection to star power had suddenly been severed.

He could no longer sense the star power in heaven and earth, couldn’t absorb it to replenish himself!

“Impossible!” Long Yu Ye frowned tightly, realizing the seriousness of the situation and becoming cautious. “What did you do?”

In that moment, Long Yu Ye witnessed an unforgettable sight—all the star power in heaven and earth rushing endlessly toward Ming Li. They seemed to have received some kind of summons that couldn’t be refused.

Eight meridian spiritual techniques varied in strength, but they had one thing in common: they all required star power to operate. With insufficient star power, even an eight-meridian fulfilled Pilgrim couldn’t use a fraction of the star meridian power.

Ming Li smiled at Long Yu Ye, her eyes curving: “Nothing much, just asked it not to lend star power to you.”

What was “it”?

Long Yu Ye could feel the star power draining from his body as he countered Ming Li’s unceasing eight meridian spiritual technique attacks.

“You may have forgotten, back then, you could exhaust my star power because you brought several elders. But now you’re alone. Even if you’ve reclaimed the Divine Oracle’s circulation meridian and awakened the Life meridian, you can’t be so confident you can kill me.”

Ming Li walked step by step toward Long Yu Ye along star lines. The flames illuminated her face while the shattered mirrors rapidly rotated in the fire, absorbing the pilgrimage fire into their surfaces.

Long Yu Ye’s expression grew solemn. With each step Ming Li took forward, he felt a spine-chilling sensation.

“What is it?!” Long Yu Ye asked in a deep voice.

Ming Li raised her hand, pointing at him: “Life Extinguish.”

The heaven and earth qi pursued Long Yu Ye. Gritting his teeth stubbornly, he also pointed out Life Extinguish. The two forces entangled and destroyed each other, consuming vast amounts of star power. Beads of sweat had formed at Long Yu Ye’s temples.

Long Yu Ye’s eyes revealed unwillingness and deeply hidden fear as he shouted at Ming Li: “What exactly is it?!”

Ming Li responded: “Since you’ve awakened the Life meridian, how can you truly experience its power without dying once?”

Long Yu Ye concentrated fully, unleashing all eight meridian powers. He knew success or failure hinged on one move, that life and death would be decided in an instant.

But Ming Li said, “Do you know what power a circulation word spell cast with all the star power in heaven and earth would have?”

What? Long Yu Ye frowned. All the star power in heaven and earth?

That’s impossible!

Yet he dared not move, his gaze fixed on Ming Li’s every action.

Ming Li’s fingertip aimed at Long Yu Ye as she softly said: “Break Wind.”

This high-level circulation word spell normally wouldn’t concern Long Yu Ye at all, yet he immediately raised layers of celestial walls for defense, fully activated all his body technique meridian protections, wove countless star lines, and placed defensive formations at the forefront. However, before they could fully form, they were burned away by the pilgrimage fire reflected from the dual mirrors.

In the blink of an eye, a moment that seemed brief to Long Yu Ye, Break Wind’s speed was even faster.

Celestial Wall Defense, shattered.

Eight Meridian Formation, burned.

Body Technique Meridian protection, all broken.

Long Yu Ye’s pupils contracted as Break Wind’s gravity struck him from the sky.

The flames burned and flickered, the scorching temperature blurring human figures. People in the distance couldn’t see what was happening inside until, after a tremendous sound, the raging fire was swept away by the heaven and earth qi. Xiang An’ge raised his hand to block the oncoming heat that seemed capable of melting everything.

The ground trembled. Qing Ying and others gathered behind Xiang An’ge, each steadying themselves to avoid falling. Only the black skeletons remained standing firmly.

After the star sparks and dust dispersed, people couldn’t believe what they saw:

In the center of a crater that occupied half the mountain lay a small, blood-covered Long Yu Ye, his bones crushed, all his defenses broken through. Break Wind had directly crushed his body technique meridian, killing him.

What kind of power was this, utterly unstoppable? Long Yu Ye had never feared anything so much in his life. Even though he had awakened the Life meridian and couldn’t be easily killed, having the chance to revive, he had no strength to resist, forced to accept death and the ability to be reborn.

Ming Li still stood on the star lines above Long Yu Ye. Seeing the bloody, mangled corpse reconstituting itself, Long Yu Ye suddenly sat up, gasping heavily as he felt what it was to be alive again. Then he heard the person above say, “Bind Voice.”

“No—” Long Yu Ye had just begun to speak when his thunderous roar meridian was crushed, his throat and tongue severed, blood spraying as he fell again in the crater.

This happened at a speed Long Yu Ye couldn’t react to, with a power he couldn’t withstand.

The star power flowing through Ming Li’s fingertips was immeasurably vast. She stared at Long Yu Ye and said, “Heart Strike.”

Each time Long Yu Ye revived, Ming Li would cast another circulation word spell, repeatedly destroying his star meridians until all eight were crippled. Ming Li landed, looking at Long Yu Ye, who was spitting blood, trembling all over. His star power was long exhausted, leaving him no strength to resist.

With a wave of her hand, Ming Li extracted the Xing Sui from Long Yu Ye’s body with star lines and threw it to Song Tian Yi.

Song Tian Yi, stunned by what he had witnessed, failed to catch it. Chen Zhou, standing beside him, took it and stuffed it into his arms.

The pilgrimage fire still burned, but could no longer harm Ming Li in the slightest.

“You…” Long Yu Ye looked at Ming Li, his eyes filled with fear.

Ming Li said, “You wanted to be this world’s master, to create a world with only eight meridians?”

Long Yu Ye’s broken limbs twisted and trembled constantly, but his handsome face showed a pleasing smile: “No, no…”

Ming Li just laughed.

“You’re worse than Shu Sheng.”

After speaking, Ming Li shattered Long Yu Ye’s head with one finger.

Long Yu Ye revived again.

He wanted to destroy his own Life meridian but couldn’t sense star power, so he couldn’t sense his Life meridian and thus couldn’t destroy it. He could only rely on someone else to do it.

Realizing this, Long Yu Ye’s heart collapsed, overwhelmed by despair. But he was clever—he abandoned his former pride and began begging Ming Li for mercy, willing to do anything for even the slightest chance.

“Ming Li… let’s talk. We… don’t need to be at odds like this. You’ve awakened the Life meridian, too, haven’t you? Let’s cooperate, win together. I’ll give the world to you, you be the master. I’ll give the Divine Oracle to you too. I apologize to you, I apologize to your junior brother!”

Long Yu Ye rapidly turned his thoughts, considering what conditions might persuade Ming Li: “I’m of the same clan as your mother. I never intended to kill you from the beginning! We’re the same clan. I’ve always been inviting you to create a new world with me. We’ve never been enemies at all!”

“My mother excelled in Yin-Yang curses, you probably do too. Yet you cast a vicious curse on my junior brother. Unfortunately, I severed your Yin-Yang dual meridian before you could demonstrate it.”

Ming Li frowned in disgust, kicking him toward Xiang An’ge: “You should use that ugly face to please those whose humanity you once arbitrarily stripped away.”

Long Yu Ye rolled across the ground, losing a layer of skin all over his body. When he finally stopped, he slowly raised his head, meeting the gazes of Qiu Hong and the others.

Ming Li dealt with Long Yu Ye as quickly as possible. The time the Tong Gu continent lent her power was limited. In the end, what she had to resolve, what she must resolve, was the golden eye in the sky—the personification of the Divine Oracle.

The hateful roars of the black skeletons and the attacks of countless eight meridian spiritual techniques had only covered one corner of the celestial eye. The Divine Oracle was also resisting, fighting these forces that sought to destroy it.

When Ming Li picked up the white bone longbow, the golden eye in the sky also shifted its target, slowly looking at the woman standing in the crater on the ground.

The Divine Oracle tried to stop her.

Ming Li was about to concentrate all the star power in heaven and earth into one arrow. She drew her bow very slowly, unprecedentedly slow, as if someone were holding down her hands and body, with pressure from the sky trying to push her into the ground.

The arrowhead caught on her bow-gripping finger as the arrow, formed of concentrated star power, gradually took shape. Ming Li aimed it at the golden eye in the sky, her right hand continuing to draw back.

Long ago, before she could sense star power or awaken her star meridian, Ming Li could feel a reassuring power, especially when she was alone in quiet contemplation.

That power was everywhere, quietly accompanying Ming Li, watching her grow up. Ming Li also watched it integrate and complement all things in heaven and earth.

It wasn’t until after she broke through to become a Pilgrim that Ming Li heard its voice, impossible to describe concretely—like wind, like water, like stars.

It was the voice of all things in heaven and earth, telling her of today’s blossoms and tomorrow’s rain.

Their communication was limited to these things.

It never involved anything related to star meridians, more like old friends who had been together for many years.

When Ming Li realized Zhou Zixi’s Life meridian might have self-awareness, she sought help from this old friend for the first time.

—”If Zixi must die, please let him live once more.”

This junior brother of hers had experienced too much pain in his brief life, with too few moments of happiness. If Zhou Zixi could let go of all resentment and forgive, then he deserved more happiness than pain.

And what Zhou Zixi wanted was simply for Ming Li to look back at him once.

The pressure from the golden eye above grew heavier. Ming Li’s fingertips bled as she drew the bow. She released the arrow materialized from star power. It emitted a deafening roar, carrying a sky full of flames, passing through layer upon layer of defense to reach the sky, piercing through the golden eye amid the Divine Oracle’s terrified and furious howls.

Golden fireflies and star sparks fell. The black skeletons’ roars finally ceased as they dispersed into sand and wind in the star fire, representing the resolution of thousands of years of resentment.

As Ming Li released the arrow, she couldn’t even hold onto her divine weapon. The longbow slipped from her hand and fell. Amidst the falling star fire, she turned around. The tallest black skeleton stood behind her. Its head, which had been raised toward the sky, slowly lowered. The eye sockets, flowing with star line light, gazed at Ming Li on the ground.

It only looked at Ming Li.

Until star fire fell upon it, and the black skeleton dispersed into sand and wind.

Ming Li stared at this scene, her gaze stunned.

After a long while, she finally smiled silently.

It’s alright. Heaven and earth will tell me where you will see this world anew.

Author’s Note: My initial intent when starting this novel was to write about a female protagonist who was the combat ceiling of her world—in this world, she’s invincible (*^▽^*)

One more Shi Di – Chapter to conclude. This is my first time writing this type of style, and the process was very enjoyable, though the ending was painful. Thank you for reading this far, and I wish you happiness every day.