540: Chapter 540 None, He

In the imperial capital of Great Chu, inside an unassuming tavern on the third floor.

She sat alone by the window with a pot of wine at her side. The liquor in her cup reflected the lights outside, the amber glow swaying back and forth.

She had already drunk several pots.

It wasn't because it tasted good, but because the images of those seven days were spinning through her mind like a revolving lantern, unable to stop.

That guy pressed against her waist; she bit her lip and called him frivolous, but not only did he not stop, he intensified his actions.

When she transformed into the Demonic Thought of Anger, she tugged at his hair, crying and making a scene. He accepted it without a word, eventually pressing her into his embrace and kissing her forehead.

When she transformed into the Demonic Thought of Obsession, she stared at him like a fool for an entire day. He just sat there, letting her watch him. Occasionally, he would raise his eyes to meet her gaze, not dodging, but instead smiling at her...

All kinds of memories, all kinds of roughness and tenderness, echoed in her mind.

"Thwack."

She raised her hand to cover her face, her palms burning hot.

"Is this... fated by Karma?"

She whispered, her voice so soft she could barely hear it herself.

She shouldn't be like this.

She was the Immortal Lord, a supreme existence who once ruled a domain. She had lived through long ages, seen the heavens and earth collapse, and epochs change. What kind of storms hadn't she experienced? What kind of figures hadn't she seen?

Yet, she had fallen for that guy.

No, it couldn't be called falling.

That was... her own initiative.

Thinking of this, her face turned even redder, almost to the point of dripping blood.

She drained her wine cup in one gulp, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

She set down the cup, took a deep breath, and composed herself, stopping herself from thinking about those messy images. Then, she formed a seal with her fingertips, and the immortal light around her slowly brightened, enveloping her in a hazy glow.

She was calculating.

First, she calculated the Karma of those seven days.

Lines of fate extended from her fingertips, weaving into a dense, intricate web.

Then, she realized something was wrong.

Those lines seemed chaotic, but they converged at the most critical point.

It wasn't Qin Wushang, but much earlier—even earlier than that.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she continued her deduction.

The lines of fate became increasingly complex, as if they had been deliberately woven by someone, with each one falling exactly where it should.

Her Opportunity, her tribulation, her cutting off her old self to become Mo Qianrao, her meeting with Qin Wushang, and even those seven days of absurdity...

Every event was like a piece on a chessboard, arranged in advance and placed with precision.

"How could it be like this?"

The Immortal Lord's voice trembled slightly.

"Who exactly laid this trap?"

She traced the threads of fate backwards, going deeper and further.

The immortal light grew stronger, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

Her brows were knotted, fine beads of sweat seeping from her temples, and the speed at which her fingers formed seals grew faster and faster.

The scenes began to reverse.

She saw her own high spirits when refining the immortal domain, her decisiveness when cutting off her old self, and the destruction of her True Demon Clan in a tribulation.

Further back...

The immortal light shuddered violently, and her fingers stopped.

"From the very beginning... it wasn't my choice?"

The Immortal Lord stared at the dissipating fate lines, her voice drifting.

"This isn't right... why exactly?"

The more she looked, the more wrong it felt, as if an invisible hand was manipulating her lines of fate, with each one landing perfectly in place.

"Pfft!"

The Immortal Lord suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly turning as pale as paper.

The blood splattered on the table, a shocking sight.

She had suffered a backlash.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes gloomy.

"The Cultivation Technique I obtained by accident... the immortal domain I refined by accident... was everything fated?"

Her voice lowered, as if asking herself, or perhaps asking that unseen layout planner.

"Fate meets a variable... what good does it do him to scheme to take my primordial yin?"

Her brows furrowed tightly.

"What exactly is his identity?"

She muttered to herself, raised her hand, and slashed through the Void Realm. A precious talisman flew from her sleeve and hovered in front of her.

The talisman shimmered with immortal light, time and space trembled slightly, and a figure slowly emerged within the radiance.

Desolate Master.

Clad in simple clothes, cold as frost, with a hint of impatience between her brows.

"Something up?"

Desolate Master appeared, her gaze sweeping over the Immortal Lord. Seeing her pale complexion and chaotic aura, her brows furrowed slightly.

This person actually took the initiative to find her?

"Something is wrong."

The Immortal Lord stared at her, her voice urgent.

"Who exactly is he?"

"You mean Qin Wushang?"

Desolate Master instantly knew who she was talking about, and that figure involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Their eyes met. The Immortal Lord's expression was deathly pale, desperately needing an answer from her.

"I don't know either."

Desolate Master shook her head.

She had often thought about this question, but there was never an answer.

"No! You must have some guess!"

The Immortal Lord pressed, leaning in, grabbing Desolate Master's shoulders and shaking her forcefully.

"Tell me!"

Desolate Master was silent for a moment, her gaze lowering.

"Nothingness."

She said softly.

"I feel like he is Nothingness."

The Immortal Lord froze completely.

"Nothingness?"

She repeated the word, the color draining completely from her face.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Her aura suddenly chilled.

Nothingness.

That was a taboo, an existence known by only a few.

No living being could utter Its true name, not even someone as powerful as them.

"I wasn't sure if it was It."

Desolate Master's voice was very light, as if recalling a scene so distant it was almost indiscernible.

"Everything is too illusory, too ethereal."

That figure, even in the depths of her memory, was very illusory, as if separated by a thousand layers of gauze and ten thousand layers of mist.

"Not sure..."

The Immortal Lord murmured, releasing Desolate Master's shoulders, her jade hands trembling slightly.

She acted as if she had lost her mind, continuously scratching at her own hair, her dark tresses a mess. Where was the composure and nobility of an Immortal Lord now?

"Do you feel like you were being plotted against?"

Desolate Master asked.

"Don't you think so?"

"Before, while in the game, I didn't understand... but these seven days, I've felt more and more that something is wrong."

The Immortal Lord looked up, her gaze icy.

Everything was because she had been too anxious at the time, losing her composure, and hadn't thought deeply enough.

"From ancient times until now... I've felt something was wrong, especially after meeting that guy."

The Immortal Lord whispered, images of Mo Qianrao being intimate with Qin Wushang floating in her mind.

That was supposed to be her before she had grown up, yet upon seeing Qin Wushang, she inexplicably became intimate with him.

The main thing was the distracting thoughts of refining the immortal domain, which actually required the Dao Luck carried by someone with great Luck.

She always felt it was too much of a coincidence.

"Your reasoning, your justification, is too far-fetched."

"An existence like Nothingness wouldn't bother to scheme against the likes of you and me."

Desolate Master retorted.

She didn't believe that that existence had laid the trap.

"Anything is possible... I'm afraid... the torrent of the era seems to be about to drown me."

The Immortal Lord whispered.

"I think you've gone crazy... your own strength was damaged. And then you went crazy."

Desolate Master said.

How could there be so many schemes in this world?

Anyway, she was in the Great Wilderness World and didn't have that feeling.

"You don't understand... because you were from the same era as It, you've seen It... and received Its favor..."

"But I'm different, I'm a latecomer."

"And it's not necessarily It plotting; it's also possible that someone is using It to plot, and then destroy him!"

"Qin Wushang's appearance is definitely not a coincidence!"

"The existence of a variable is to change all existing fixed numbers, to change this world!"