The scum is all over the world, and there are Shura fields everywhere

Chapter 329 Container
Yang Rongrong's soul once again came to the familiar darkness.

But soon she discovered that the darkness had undergone significant changes.

Originally, there was nothing in this darkness, and all you could see was endless darkness. But now, there is light in the darkness, and upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a group of glowing psionic butterflies.

The psionic butterfly danced in the air, leaving a faint fluorescent light behind it. Below it was a large patch of brilliant flowers, and next to it was a small bridge and flowing water. One could even see fish swimming happily in the water.

Feng Huaiyu was sitting by the river, fishing seriously.

Another "she" wearing a colorful dress was lying among the flowers. She picked a fruit from the vine beside her, looked around, and then threw it into her mouth. She took a bite and it was so sour.

“She” wrinkled her face because of the sour taste, but she refused to spit it out and swallowed the fruit forcefully.

Seeing this, Feng Huaiyu couldn't help but laugh: "That's the spring flower vine, which is usually used for viewing. Its fruit is very sour and few people eat it."

"She" glanced at the spring flower vine with disdain, then turned around and started teasing the psyllable butterfly flying in the air.

Feng Huaiyu cut the fish he caught into slices and fed them to "her".

The fish fillets were tender and juicy, and she enjoyed the meal very much.

Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Huaiyu said he wanted to leave.

"She" was very reluctant to leave.

When Feng Huaiyu saw her looking at him eagerly, his heart softened involuntarily.

He coaxed her gently, "I'll bring you something else fun next time."

Ever since he took "her" out of the painting last time, he secretly decided to let her truly experience the outside world.

But he couldn't take her away from here yet, so he began to smuggle various items from outside into the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Today, the butterflies, flowers, plants, bridges and flowing water in this darkness are all from Kunlun. They have strong vitality and can grow normally even without the nourishment of sunlight.

"She" asked eagerly, "Are you going back to Kunlun Territory?"

"Ah."

"What kind of place is Kunlun Realm?"

Feng Huaiyu did not answer, but said: "I will let you see it with your own eyes."

He kept his promise, and when he appeared in front of "her" again, he brought a magic mirror.

"This is called the Floating Life Mirror. Through it, you can see the Kunlun Realm."

Feng Huaiyu tapped the mirror with his fingertips, and ripples appeared on the originally dark mirror surface. Soon, a beautiful scene with birds singing and flowers blooming appeared in the mirror.

He pointed at the scenery in the mirror and introduced: "This is Wushan, and the one next to it is Linjiang. They are both located in Kunlun."

"She" knew that Feng Huaiyu lived in Kunlun Territory, and the spirit butterfly flowers around "her" were also brought from Kunlun Territory, so she was full of curiosity about Kunlun Territory.

She stared at the scene in the mirror without blinking, her eyes full of longing.

I really want to go to Kunlun Realm in person to see it!

Feng Huaiyu looked at her profile, and the desire to take her away from here became stronger and stronger.

But this is above the Thirty-Three Heavens. Not only is it heavily guarded, there are also many layers of barriers. This place is the most solid cage in the world. Even if he risks his life, he cannot bring "her" out of here safely.

When Feng Huaiyu left this time, he deliberately left the Mirror of Floating Life to "her".

This way, even if he is not here, "she" can still see him through the Mirror of Life.

The system's voice suddenly sounded.

"Emergency procedures have been initiated and data is being read."

"Data read successfully, time is being reset, host, please be prepared."

Yang Rongrong closed her eyes and let her soul be sucked away by a powerful force. After a moment, she opened her eyes and, as expected, she was back in the reincarnation realm.

The other "Yang Rongrong" wearing a colorful dress asked seriously: "Are you sure? With your current cultivation level, even if you meet the Emperor, you will not be his opponent. He can easily kill you."

Yang Rongrong said without hesitation: "I am determined to go to the thirty-third heaven!"

She desperately wanted to restore her memory, and the fastest way to restore her memory was to load the game again after death.

——Every time she reloads the game, she will think of a past event.

In that case, she might as well die a few more times.

The woman in colorful clothes once again opened the reincarnation realm and sent Yang Rongrong to the thirty-third heaven.

This is Yang Rongrong's third time here.

She saw the Emperor at a glance, and her eyes seemed to be looking at an NPC who was helping to complete a quest.

The Emperor put down the chess piece and looked up at Yang Rongrong.

His eyes seemed gentle, but in fact they were full of oppression.

However, Yang Rongrong seemed to be unaware of anything and drew her sword to stab him!
The result is predictable. The Emperor was still unharmed this time, but her internal organs were pierced and she fell in a pool of blood in a mess.

Her face was pale and her breath was getting weaker and weaker, but there was no fear of death in her eyes.

She stared at the Emperor and uttered three words with difficulty.

"the third time."

This was the third time she was killed by the Emperor.

Although she can reload the game and start over after death, the pain of every death remains in her heart.

She accumulated all this pain and would return it double to the Emperor in the future.

The system prompts that the emergency procedure has been initiated.

Yang Rongrong's soul left her body and came into the darkness again.

She saw another herself lying in the flowers, curled up in a ball, her face as pale as paper, and trembling all over, as if enduring great pain.

Psylocke fluttered around her and gently stroked her cheek, trying to ease her pain in this way.

Yang Rongrong was about to go forward to see what was going on when she saw the emperor in a snow-white robe suddenly appear.

He looked at the flowers, butterflies, bridge and flowing water in front of him and frowned slightly.

These are not things that should be here. Someone must have sneaked in here and brought things from the outside world here.

The emperor raised his hand, and a powerful spiritual energy swept out.

The Psylockes were shredded and turned into corpses that fell to the ground. All the flowers and plants withered and rotted. The river dried up. The small bridge broke into pieces and collapsed with a loud noise.

All the beauty was destroyed in an instant.

The Emperor stepped on Psylocke's body and walked towards "her" step by step.

He lowered his eyes to look at "her" who was struggling in pain on the ground, then suddenly leaned over and put his hand on her head.

The next moment, dense runes appeared on the surface of "her" body.

Those runes were like countless blades, cutting through her skin, severing her tendons and bones, and shattering "her" body.

But "she" will not die, but can only struggle helplessly and painfully.

The Emperor caressed her face gently, his voice extremely gentle.

"I know you are uncomfortable, but there is nothing we can do about it. The power of Heaven is getting weaker and weaker. I can feel it disappearing. Once Heaven is gone, the Three Realms will fall into chaos. I must find a container for Heaven so that it can be reborn. I have looked for many containers, but none of them could withstand the power of Heaven. Only you can. It is your honor to be chosen by Heaven. You will definitely be able to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the people of the world. It's just a little pain. Just bear with it and you will get through it soon."