Chapter 1555: Thousand Leaf Thousand Shadows (Part 2)

No one in this world could have ever imagined, or would ever believe, that such words could come from the Brahma Monarch Goddess.

If a large part of her previous life had been lived for her father, then now, and from this point forward, her greatest obsession would be patricide!

For this, she would spare nothing—absolutely everything!

Yun Che narrowed his eyes, observing Qianye Ying'er. This was the first time he had looked directly at her true face. The last time, a fleeting glimpse had made him feel as though he was being drawn into a bottomless abyss, prompting him to desperately avert his gaze and strictly forbid her from ever removing her mask in his presence again.

In a daze, he recalled a green bamboo house amidst a myriad of flowers, where another ethereal, dream-like voice had once spoken similar words to him. But that voice was now too distant... existing only in his dreams from now on.

"Indeed, your beauty is a colossal bargaining chip; no man in this world should be able to resist it." Yun Che said with a faint smile, his gaze fixed on Qianye Ying'er, who knelt before him. Despite enduring desperation, flight, hatred, and prolonged dark erosion, she remained perfectly exquisite—enough to tempt any soul into depravity. "I'm curious," he continued, "since you've decided to become another's plaything for revenge, why didn't you choose Nanming?"

"I am merely a useless, wandering spirit now. Nanming, on the other hand, commands the Nanming Divine Realm, second only to the Dragon God Realm in this world. His comprehensive strength completely overwhelms the Brahma Monarch God Realm, which has lost its three Brahma Gods and you. Given his infatuation with you and your methods, you could surely gradually transform him into your tool for revenge, without even needing to become his slave."

Qianye Ying'er replied without hesitation, "He... is... unworthy!"

"So, I am worthy?"

"..." Qianye Ying'er paused, momentarily stunned.

She would rather be Yun Che's slave than Nanming's consort. Subconsciously, the foremost God Emperor of the Southern Divine Region was utterly unworthy of even laying a finger on her, yet Yun Che...

"...Yes." After her momentary pause, she replied with a single word.

"Heh heh, I very much like your answer." Yun Che chuckled, then slowly stepped forward to stand intimately close before Qianye Ying'er, his body nearly touching her delicate nose. He extended a hand and caressed her head, his fingers gently twirling a few strands of her golden hair. "Indeed, transforming the Brahma Monarch Goddess into an eternally obedient plaything is an irresistible temptation."

"..." In the past, let alone touching her, anyone who dared approach her so closely would have already been reduced to ash. Qianye Ying'er offered no resistance, no struggle. A faint, almost disembodied sound emerged from her lips: "I have only one request... In the future, when you trample Qianye Fantian beneath your feet, you must allow me to personally deliver the killing blow!"

The sorrow of her life, the hatred shared by her and her mother—all had to be repaid with Qianye Fantian's blood. For this, no sacrifice was too great, nothing was unacceptable!

With that, she closed her eyes in resignation. Yun Che's answer was utterly inconsequential now, as she would soon be entirely his puppet, his plaything. Even if he failed to achieve it in the future, she would have no possibility of regret.

As Qianye Ying'er calmed her soul, quietly awaiting Yun Che to brand her with a slave mark, she felt no invasion of his soul energy. Instead, his fingers slowly descended from her crown, his cool fingertips tracing across her forehead, then over her cheek—a part of her that no man had ever touched—before finally resting on her chin.

Her head was lightly tilted up by Yun Che's fingers, bringing her gaze into intensely close contact with his.

"Don't you want to use your own power to personally slay the one who turned your entire life into a mockery?!"

His words suddenly deepened, growing incredibly dark and somber. His head slowly lowered, their faces now mere inches apart, yet his eyes no longer held the overflowing lust and greed that had been present moments before.

"..." Qianye Ying'er let out a bitter laugh. "I am already half-crippled. If I could achieve it myself, even with the slightest hope, why would I willingly become a slave?!"

"No, you can." Yun Che whispered deeply, "I can repair your profound veins and allow you to possess your former... no, to *surpass* your former power!"

"..." Qianye Ying'er remained silent and unmoved. Clearly, she found it hard to believe.

Yun Che slowly withdrew his hand. He then extended both arms; his left hand glowed with a pure white light, the divine radiance of the miracle of life. In his right hand... a single drop of crimson blood pulsed, yet it emitted an indescribably dense black light, like a miniature abyss of darkness capable of consuming everything.

"A mere half-crippled state is child's play to repair. And this drop of devil blood was left by the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor. It is not mere blood, but the Devil Emperor's Dark Source Blood!"

"…!!" Qianye Ying'er's eyes twitched violently as she stared at the black light in Yun Che's hand—a darkness utterly indescribable, transcending all comprehension.

Yun Che was smiling, a smile Qianye Ying'er couldn't yet comprehend.

Qianye Ying'er... While countless geniuses in this world were named "divine sons" or "divine daughters," if there were only one true "divine daughter," it would undoubtedly be the "Brahma Monarch Goddess."

Her talent was so exceptional that perhaps no one in the Eastern Divine Region could rival it. In her brief lifespan of less than a thousand years, she had already achieved the profound dao understanding of a Peak Profound God. Even with her Brahma God divine power abolished, she still possessed the formidable profound energy of a Mid-stage Profound God. In other words, even without the Brahma God divine power inheritance, she could still cultivate to the Mid-stage Profound God realm before reaching the age of one thousand.

To fall eternally into devilhood... The former Qianye Ying'er would have absolutely rejected this. But for her now, if it meant possessing power that surpassed her past, power with which she could personally exact her revenge, she would not resist in the slightest.

"But the price isn't a slave mark. Instead, from today forward... you will become a tool for my revenge!" The light and darkness in Yun Che's hands continued to quietly shimmer. "You use me as a tool for revenge, and I will use you as a tool for revenge... how perfectly fair!"

Qianye Ying'er gazed at him, searching for any trace of mockery in his eyes, but found only boundless darkness. She then sneered, her smile cold and derisive. "How naive and foolish! If you don't implant a slave mark, aren't you afraid that I'll retaliate against you once I become powerful enough?! By then, even if you wanted to imprint me with a slave mark again, it would be utterly impossible!"

"Heh..." Yun Che's lips curved into a grin, revealing teeth that held a chilling, pale starkness. "I can grant you a body and power surpassing your former self, and I can also strip you of everything overnight... Do you believe me?"

Yun Che's words were no idle boast. He would indeed give Qianye Ying'er that drop of Devil Emperor's blood, but he would absolutely not impart the Eternal Calamity of Darkness to her.

"I can fuse a maximum of two drops of Devil Emperor's Source Blood. Yet, the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor left behind three before she departed. Do you know why?" Yun Che continued, "Because to perfectly fuse the Devil Emperor's Source Blood in the shortest time, an excellent cultivation vessel is required. These three drops of devil blood are precisely for that vessel!"

"With your exceptional physique, superb talent, and the purest, most primordial profound energy, there is no more perfect vessel to be found in this world than you!"

Yun Che stated it without any pretense: "And what I want is not just your body and power, but also your mind... not a puppet that prioritizes me in every matter, understand?!"

This time, Qianye Ying'er was finally deeply stirred. The black radiance in Yun Che's hand had already blazed from her pupils into the deepest core of her soul. She slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes unsettlingly calm, just like the Brahma Monarch Goddess who had once locked Yun Che's throat and branded him with the Brahma Soul Death-Seeking Mark.

"You won't regret this."

These five words, devoid of any emotion, contained no poisonous oaths like "eternal loyalty, never betray"—for such vows were the most ridiculous things in the world.

"Very good." Yun Che looked down at her. "From today forward, you are no longer the Brahma Monarch Goddess, nor Qianye Ying'er. Your surname will be 'Yun,' and your given name 'Qianying.'"

His words were not a question, but a declaration.

"Qianye Ying'er is dead. In this world, there is now only Yun Qianying!" she whispered calmly. The act of abandoning her name caused no ripple in her heart.

The two characters "Qianye" had once represented belief and glory; now, they signified only resentment and shame.

Yun Che clenched his right hand, making the black light vanish. His left hand, gleaming with intense white light, surged forward and pressed against Yun Qianying's chest. Pure light energy, like a gentle torrent, poured into her body, flowing directly into her profound veins.

Since Qianye Fantian intended for Qianye Ying'er to have no possibility of recovery, the method he used to destroy her profound veins was naturally extraordinary—making repair utterly impossible, even for the Dragon Queen of the Western Realm.

However, Yun Che, having cultivated the complete miracle of life, was beyond Qianye Fantian's comprehension and the sole exception in this world!

Two devils, abandoned by the world and consumed by hatred, transformed from former mortal enemies into each other's tools for revenge on a land called Donghan in the Northern Divine Region.

No one knew that from this very moment, a profoundly dark seed was planted, one that would determine the fate of the Northern Divine Region, the God Realm, and indeed, all of Chaos.