However, the medicine Acheron had administered wasn't entirely without effect.
At the very least, it seemed to have genuinely suppressed this body's erosion by the power of Nihility.
Not that it would last long, of course.
But that came with at least one benefit: Acheron wouldn't have to be constantly careful about accidentally infecting others with Nihility through contact.
At least she wouldn't end up completely corroding her own heart in the process.
So, it was somewhat useful after all.
"Just don't know if long-term use will build resistance. The Doctors of Chaos would probably kill for a specialized drug like this."
So spoke "Acheron."
She reached out and scooped up the little snake drifting nearby, settling it back onto her left hand.
Thanks to the binding authentication process—which scanned the soul—after some initial confusion, the little snake quickly accepted that its master now looked completely different.
'Acheron' stroked the snake, now coiled into a ring.
Unlike Acheron, Big Herta, who operated through intellect and creations, drew strength from the Path, but her true prominence lay in her inventions, not her combat prowess.
But Acheron's standing tonight wasn't granted by any Aeon—it was carved out with the long blade in her hands.
So now, Bai Ming felt the power.
The unparalleled force hidden within the poison that was Nihility.
She glanced at her status panel—unsurprisingly, there were still thirty days left in this role.
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[Role-Playing System]
[Name: Bai Ming (Acheron)]
[Lifespan: 84.59:53 (Paused) + 30 days (Role-Playing)]
[Available Transformations: Big Herta (Charge: 1.1%), Acheron]
[Available Draws: 0 (13.5%)]
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Meee—
Without any assistance or tools, 'Acheron' willed it, and her whole form became a streak of light, effortlessly crossing the vacuum of space, streaking toward the Xianzhou Luofu.
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Meanwhile, the Luofu was already engulfed in the flames of war.
The colossal, towering Thousand-Faced Tree laughed maniacally amid the chaos, countless mountain segments transforming into flesh, devoured by the tree and turned into fruits hanging from its branches.
The faces on those fruits still retained their serene expressions, clinging to fragments of self-awareness, yet they could only lament, controlled by the great tree, forced to utter resentful words or shrill wails at their own kind.
Thick clouds swirled, separating the area from the abominable darkness of the tree.
A cyan dragon, frenzied and ignoring its own injuries, fought desperately against the Thousand-Faced Tree.
A white-haired woman wielding a massive blade of ice darted through the branches, her body already covered in wounds.
Meanwhile, the Luofu's general, Teng Xiao, grim-faced, manipulated the Lightning Lord to block the Yaoshi's Ambrosial Arbor, continuously cutting down its powerful branches.
"Hehehe, Teng Xiao! Every death is a supreme joy, but you! All of you—you're nothing but insignificant nourishment for us."
The Thousand-Faced Tree manipulated the fruits, countless eyes of the Luofu's people merging into a sky-shaking chorus of mockery, ruthlessly humiliating everyone present.
Seeing those once-familiar faces, every Cloud Knight felt a shared, profound sorrow.
The Abundance Emanator, Shuhu—an enemy who had been slain countless times, yet returned again and again after each death.
But the warriors of the Luofu could only throw their meager lives into the fray, piling up countless sacrifices for brief respites.
On the ground battlefield of the Luofu, a white-haired youth gripped his zhanmadao, staring blankly at General Teng Xiao, locked in combat with Shuhu; at the dragon, trying in vain to disrupt the Thousand-Faced Tree; and at his own master.
The veins on his weapon-tightening arm bulged.
His comrades were desperately buying time for the general, holding off the Emanator of Abundance Shuhu, yet he could only stand on the ground, hacking away at the frenzied monsters, forced to watch as Cloud Knights were dragged down, exhausted to death by resurrected abominations.
Even he, renowned for his wisdom among the Cloud Knights, felt utterly helpless before that despair-inducing mockery. All his so-called cleverness seemed like a joke in this moment.
The Thousand-Faced Tree continued its mad laughter in the sky.
Countless spears shot toward Teng Xiao, pinning the Luofu general down.
"Teng Xiao, how do you plan to kill me this time? I'm looking forward to it."
Countless faces spoke in unison, their tone dripping with undisguised scorn and contempt.
Unafraid of death, indifferent to pain—no matter how it was killed, it would always return one day.
The sacrifices of countless Cloud Knights could only buy temporary peace. Someday in the future, their descendants, their juniors, would continue to offer their lives in this futile, endless war, only for this insane monstrosity to return once more.
Faced with such a nearly limitless enemy, aside from Dan Feng, lost in his draconic frenzy, everyone felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Just then—
Screee!!
A piercing sword cry split the heavens!
It came from the depths of space, carrying a heart-shaking, maddening aura, like a dark demon, ruthlessly and indifferently tearing through reality, bringing with it a profound, deathly stillness.
It descended—At first, it was just a faint, barely visible line.
Then it rapidly expanded, streaking from the void, piercing through Shuhu's form, shattering the Ambrosial Arbor's fragile branches, and extending all the way to the tree itself!
A pitch-black radiance devoured all light in the sky, stripping the world of color, reducing everything to monochrome black and white.
That black sun replaced the Luofu's day-night cycle, slowly rising before everyone's eyes.
The Thousand-Faced Tree, once swaying wildly, laughing, raging—suddenly stilled.
The endless Nihility rolled in but was abruptly restrained at the last moment.
Merely looking at it made countless people feel as if they were staring into an abyss.
A primal, instinctive revulsion toward the darkness welled up, becoming frantic heartbeats, cold sweat, ragged gasps, and palpitations.
General Teng Xiao, who had nearly been grazed by that dark blade light, stood frozen, as if he'd truly brushed shoulders with death itself.
Even the Lightning Lord was provoked into a protective stance—a giant golden hand descended from above, tearing a corner of the black veil, shielding Teng Xiao within its palm.
"Haah... Haah... What is this... this power..."
Shielded by the Lightning Lord and finally able to catch his breath, General Teng Xiao was now deeply shaken.
He had seen it.
Unlike the others, through the Lightning Lord's perspective, he had glimpsed the one who wielded the blade.
That woman with deep-colored long hair, drawing her sword—with just one swing—had drowned the world in Nihility.
He couldn't believe it, couldn't comprehend it.
This kind of power... it shouldn't be possible for anyone to wield, right?
Then why could that woman stand there, unharmed, and swing that blade at Shuhu?!
"Just... who is she?!"
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