Princess Gu Guan was taken aback, tilting her head in confusion. "I’ve been in the Royal Court since I was little and have never traveled far, let alone been designated a Saintess."
"Your Highness Princess, please don’t joke with me. I don’t want the Senior to misunderstand..."
A fair hand, wreathed in a brilliant Star Ring, suddenly shot towards Princess Gu Guan’s jade-like back. An ambush!
Taking advantage of the Moon Princess distracting her, Chu Yi, his previous attitude gone, immediately launched a sneak attack.
He had intelligently used the Prophecy of Time, predicting Princess Gu Guan was a significant problem. Wasn’t this a perfect opportunity for a backstab?
Princess Gu Guan’s pupils contracted sharply, her delicate body trembling as if struck by lightning.
The Divine Hand pierced through her jade-like back, probing into skin as smooth and pale as mutton fat jade to touch the very strings that constructed her Life Chart.
As Chu Yi tugged, the strings erupted with a sound like steam hissing from a pressure cooker, their strident vibrations echoing in the night.
But these densely woven strings, as tough as dragon tendons, couldn’t be torn off at all.
Realizing this, Chu Yi’s expression shifted slightly, and he immediately retreated, cloaked in gray mist.
Where he had stood moments before, the ground cracked open, and a grotesque, crimson flower surged out, snapping at empty air.
This flower was formed entirely from flesh and bone. Its stems were gnarled and intertwined, and its petals each bore a host of sinister, twisted human faces expressing joy, rage, hatred, sorrow, and more.
"Big brother, you hurt me. You’ll take responsibility, won’t you?"
Princess Gu Guan winced. The dress over her jade-like back was torn, revealing skin as smooth as ice and white as snow, from which trickled a trace of rose-red blood...
She turned her head, her veil drifting away on the wind, revealing a youthful, delicate face. Her pale purple pupils, shimmering with unshed tears, seemed veiled in morning mist, conveying a deep sense of grievance.
Chu Yi didn’t respond. His black robes shifted slightly. His expression was calm, but inwardly he fretted, I’m afraid I’ve really messed up this time.
It turned out that this seemingly delicate and charming Succubus Princess was the true mastermind behind this bizarre banquet.
Moreover, she possessed an inexplicable allure, one that made people want to approach her and give free rein to their desires...
Bah, bah, I’m not into lolis.
The Moon Princess brandished her blade.
The blade gleamed with a chilling light, wreathed in dense crimson energy that resembled silken threads.
The moment the sword was drawn, countless ghostly wails erupted, and a streak of crimson light, like a raging, torrential waterfall, slashed towards Princess Gu Guan.
Though a princess of the Eternal Night Realm, in her Cultivation, she had a particular fondness for Swordsmanship.
The city walls fractured, spiderweb cracks spreading across them, as dozens of eerie flowers burst forth to intercept the blade.
These flowers, though formed from a macabre fusion of flesh and blood, outwardly resembled pink and white roses, exuding a fragrant yet cloyingly sweet and bloody aroma.
"How crude," Princess Gu Guan complained. A glint of light flashed in her left eye. Immediately after, a stem grew out from her pupil, blossoming into a crimson rose.
Thorns coiled around her as she stood gracefully, her intricate and splendid dress a weave of black and red. She raised a delicate, pale hand, her fingertips a vivid crimson, and touched them to her lips, the corners of which curled into a playful smirk.
With a thought, the seal was released.
Vertical pupils instantly appeared upon the White Bone Crown, and roses bloomed one after another, releasing a cloyingly sweet fragrance.
A mass of intensely burning purple fire erupted, soaring over a hundred feet high, taking the form of a flame giant. This was Void Power, concentrated to an extreme, forming flames that were almost tangible.
A Void Monarch, Monarch level!
Bathed in the purple fire’s glow, Princess Gu Guan looked even more youthful and delicate, her skin whiter than snow, a natural coquettishness flowing about her.
"Big brother," she said, curtsying gracefully, her pink lips curved in a smile. "I am Xing Mei, Fourth Princess of the Enchanting Demon Royal Court, and currently serving as the Saintess of the Joyful Sect. It’s a pleasure to meet you."
"However, Big brother, this woman is also using you. Why not join forces with me to seize all her resources?"
"You could even capture the princess and make her your personal maid..."
Her previous image of frailty vanished; with the seal broken, her true self was revealed.
Hearing this, Chu Yi didn’t hesitate, abandoning any thought of an alliance with her.
She’s such a shrewd, wicked woman, I’m afraid I can’t handle her. The Moon Princess seems more trustworthy.
At that moment, the Void Monarch took Xing Mei and vanished into the void, teleporting in an instant to appear above the Divine Eye.
The Divine Eye, previously sated, sensed their auras and immediately erupted with insatiable greed. However, the Divine Eye writhed rapidly, emitting a chorus of low murmurs, like tens of thousands of people whispering simultaneously—a chaotic, muddled sound.
A massive root burst forth from the putrid, fleshy mire.
Following that, vast networks of roots erupted, feeding ravenously on the Divine Eye, devouring it to strengthen themselves.
Princess Gu Guan had long anticipated the King of Black Robes’ enslaved Favored; how could she not have prepared a countermeasure? The Desire Mother Goddess had sent down a wisp of her will, transforming the Desire Mother Tree into an incarnation of intense desire. Once devoured by the Divine Eye, it used this opportunity to be reborn, usurping its host.
No, to be precise, it used greed and gluttony as catalysts to directly assimilate the Divine Eye. How could a mere wisp of the Mother Goddess’s true will be something an ordinary Evil God’s Favored could contend with?
Soon, the fleshy mass of the Divine Eye disappeared.
In its place stood a colossal, fused monstrosity, the size of a mountain. It was a grotesque amalgamation of myriad bones and flesh, wreathed in bloody tendrils. Flayed human skins, still gushing blood, hung from it, and countless tentacles, like massive dragons, writhed through the air. At its core was a colossal flower bud, split into over ten petals, each lined with dense rows of fangs.
Auras of calamity, Destruction, corruption, and avarice erupted from it, as the entire monstrosity pulsed and squirmed madly.
A single glance at it filled one’s ears with countless rustling whispers, sending shivers down the spine of any observer. Yet, paradoxically, it also induced a bizarre illusion—a yearning to be willingly devoured, a sense of pleasure and joy at the thought. This was a forbidden entity, a fusion of the authorities of desire and devouring, something that should never have come into existence!
"Ah, what a perfect creation! Your Highness Saintess, you’ve succeeded!"
The jester gazed up at the grotesque flower, his eyes glazed with infatuation and fervent zeal. He and Princess Gu Guan, one overt and one covert, had schemed to seize the Moon Authority. But now, they had instead created a forbidden entity wielding dual authorities!
However, a tendril suddenly ensnared him.
Xing Mei glanced at him, a playful smirk on her lips. "Since you’re useless now, why don’t you make one last contribution to the Joyful Sect?"
Before the jester could react, while he stared in bewilderment, shock, and terror, he was flung high into the air. He landed in the maw of one of the flower’s petals, whose razor-sharp teeth snapped shut, releasing a spray of blood mist.
The jester, truly worthy of being the High Priest of the Joyful Sect, was quite chewy, judging by the protracted sounds of mastication.
She glanced at the Flower of Desire born from this fusion. Xing Mei’s eyes sparkled, like those of a proud queen, and a slight smile touched her pink lips. She had laid her plans long before the banquet. This Favored, initially born from the feast, had already become her personal belonging.
In that case, there was no further need to remain with the Joyful Sect.
Just then, a furious gale began to howl within the void.