The Red Moon Star rumbled.
As Zhang Siyun's voice echoed, it transformed into countless lingering sounds that spread in all directions like thunder.
It was as though all living beings were murmuring, shaking Xu Qing and the others' minds.
To be able to call out Xu Qing's name, this was enough to show that although Zhang Siyun was now an avatar of Crimson Goddess, His memories were still retained.
The two fused together.
"Crimson Goddess didn't devour his consciousness but preserved it, forming an independent personality!"
"So he's Zhang Siyun and also Crimson Goddess!"
The captain spoke solemnly.
"And in this state, he's even stronger!"
A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the heir and the others. While they looked at the scene beyond the gate of the Moon Palace, Old Ninth was the first to make a move.
His entire person transformed into a sword light with an imposing aura that headed straight for the gate. Wherever he passed, the void would shatter.
The heir and Princess Mingmei also rushed out, followed by their fifth sister and eighth brother.
Xu Qing and the captain followed from the back.
Since the Moon Palace gate had opened on its own, for everyone, even though the inside might be perilous, they couldn't stop now just because Zhang Siyun appeared.
In an instant, everyone approached the gate.
At the same time, within the Moonlight Sea and the red spider lily inside the gate, Zhang Siyun, clad in a red robe, looked at the people outside with a calm expression.
The moonlight scattered down. Amidst the waves of light, His peerlessly beautiful face exuded nobility. At this moment, He slowly lifted His right hand.
This hand was as white as jade, perfect and flawless, and had no palm lines.
Palm lines were a part of fate. However, at the levels They were in, gods were already outside of fate.
"Divine technique…"
Zhang Siyun spoke softly. He lifted his right thumb and tapped the first joint of his index finger.
The instant they came into contact, the sound of water dripping rang out. In the end, it transformed into two words that echoed in the minds of Xu Qing and the others.
"Fate Control."
A breeze blew past, stirring up waves in the Moonlight Sea and landing on the heir and the others who had stepped into the Moon Palace. As their clothes and hair fluttered, it also shook their fates.
Old Ninth, who was at the front, suddenly trembled and stopped. He couldn't take another step forward and his body underwent an astonishing change.
Countless overlapping scenes appeared on his body!
These scenes were all from his past. They contained the pain and torture after he was suppressed, as well as his beautiful life and cultivation journey before his father died.
Everything in his past surfaced on his body, turning into scenes that overlapped with his body.
That was his life in the past.
It wasn't just Old Ninth. Scenes of the past appeared on the heir, Princess Mingmei, the fifth princess, and Old Eighth.
Countless pasts formed on their bodies. It was as though everyone had turned into a book and every scene of the past had turned into the pages of the book!
Xu Qing and the captain were no exception.
The captain trembled all over as images continuously flashed over his body, depicting moments from the very instant of his birth until the present. However, his past lives weren't included, and the images focused solely on his current life.
Xu Qing experienced the same thing. Everything he had experienced since he was young was uncontrollably revealed.
Sorrow, joy, separation, and reunification, everything was displayed at the same time.
But these images didn't include the god's fragmented-face or his brother's figure!
However, at this moment, Xu Qing had no energy to ponder over this matter. The sensation of past images resurfacing overwhelmed him with countless emotions in an instant.
This was no longer a method of cultivators, but that of a god.
Zhang Siyun looked indifferent as he lifted his thumb and tapped the second joint of his index finger. The moment it landed, the sound of water dripping echoed again.
The wind grew even stronger.
Fate fluctuated again.
It was impossible to resist or evade.
In the hands of god, fate was like a toy that could be adjusted at will, just like now… As His thumb landed and the sound of water dripping echoed…
Everyone's minds rumbled, as though millions of lightning bolts had exploded in their minds. The waves they stirred tore through the past, causing their past scenes to instantly flip.
It was as though they were being checked.
The god's aura and supreme pressure spread through the entire world at this moment.
The heir's eyes were red and his body trembled. He wanted to resist, and his siblings struggled too. However, it was futile, as their past fates continued to be scrutinized.
Only Old Ninth's aura churned and the flipping of the pages slowed down. However, he still couldn't stop it.
Due to their cultivation levels, it was equally difficult for the captain and Xu Qing to obstruct this power.
As everyone's memories were flipped through, images from the past quickly flew out of their bodies as though they were torn from books, heading straight for Zhang Siyun.
The torn-off scenes of the past, without exception, represented the most painful and tormenting moments in each person's life.
For example, the torn-off scenes of the heir and his siblings depicted their moments of devouring the flesh of their sibling, the tragic scenes of their suppression, and the wailing in extreme emotional states throughout their lives.
The captain was also trembling. Most of his torn-off scenes were scenes of him being hungry when he was undoing the seal. Among these many scenes, there were some that were unknown to others.
For example, in one of them, the captain was crying. He was walking alone in the darkness and his cries echoed inconsolably.
As for Xu Qing, his expression contorted, veins bulged on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid. But even the pain of having his memories torn apart right now couldn't be compared to a certain scene in the past.
That scene was in a jungle. It was raining and he was kneeling on the ground, wailing in pain, despair, and madness.
There was also a bloodied candied fruit in the scene.
This memory was the last thing Xu Qing wanted to recall. That was the moment his brother appeared in the Yinghuang Province and told him everything.
That was the most devastating breakdown Xu Qing had experienced in his life.
Compared to this, regardless of his experiences when he was young or his tragic life, they were insignificant. This memory was torn down at this moment and transformed into an image that flew toward Zhang Siyun.
Soon, all the most painful and tormenting moments in everyone's memories appeared around Zhang Siyun, forming a series of pictures that kept rotating.
"The sorrow of sentient beings arises because of the existence of beauty, creating a contrast…"
Zhang Siyun spoke softly. He lifted his right hand and placed his thumb on the first joint of his middle finger, tapping lightly.
A crisp sound landed in the world and echoed in everyone's minds, transforming into ripples that formed a storm that swept through their bodies.
In the end, it became a rumbling sound, an explosion, and an eruption.
At this moment, all the memories of the past that appeared outside began to shatter!
They shattered into pieces!
All the beauty, all the joy, all the cherishing, all the deep love… These moments and experiences were crumbling away.
Booming noises rang out from everyone's bodies as the scenes exploded layer by layer, forming illusory blood. Accompanied by uncontrollable heart-rending sounds, it splattered everywhere.
At this moment, resistance erupted.
The heir's long hair fluttered, forming countless snake shadows that rushed into his past memories. He used a method to alter his perception, confusing all the scenes and reinforcing himself.
Princess Mingmei, on the other hand, had the River of Time flowing throughout her body, continuously bringing up the shadows of her past from within, filling the space.
Old Eighth, on the other hand, solidified the joyous emotions in his heart, continuously spreading them.
Old Ninth's method was the simplest. Sharp swords flew out one after another from the scenes in his past and kept slashing in all directions. Every time they landed, the swords would collapse but shortly after, new swords formed again…
The captain's expression was distorted and a sinister expression appeared in his eyes. Cold air spread out from his body and froze the past.
As for Xu Qing, his Sundials were moving, his domain of forgetfulness was active, and his authority erupted. At the same time, he also understood why there was no fragmented-face of the god or Crown Prince Purple Green in his past images.
This was because, for some reason, the images of these two appeared in his purple crystal after Zhang Siyun unfolded this divine technique of controlling fate!
And when Xu Qing saw the scene clearly at this moment, a louder sound erupted in his mind than when the beautiful memories exploded.
The first scene was in the ruins of the slums. Xu Qing looked at the sky and saw the fragmented-face open Its eyes and stare at him…
The second scene was of Peerless City…
It was raining blood. The young him sat on the ground and hugged his knees while crying.
Before this, in Xu Qing's memories, he had cried for a long time before leaving this destroyed city.
However, in the scene in the purple crystal, he saw a different ending!!
In the scene, a familiar person stood in the sky. This person walked step by step to his crying self and raised his hand to gently touch his head.
"Brother, don't cry."
The moment these words rang out, Xu Qing saw a horrifying scene. With a resounding sound, his younger self's head shattered, and his body turned into pulp that scattered on the ground.
Dead.
Xu Qing's entire body trembled. Just as a huge commotion rose in his mind, every the pages outside his body were torn to pieces. In the end, what was left… was an empty book without pages.
Even if the others resisted, they wouldn't be capable to escape this outcome in the end!
"Without beauty, there will be no comparison. This way… every sentient creatures won't feel the meaning of sorrow."
Under the moonlight, Zhang Siyun's expression was calm with no fluctuations of emotions. His peerlessly beautiful face was like a statue. He stared at the mournful crowd and tapped the second joint of His middle finger with the thumb.
In the next moment, the painful and tormenting past scenes surrounding him instantly stopped rotating but trembled in place.
As they trembled, they were actually being copied and innumerable identical scenes appeared.
Looking at these, a smile appeared on Zhang Siyun's face. He lifted His thumb and placed it on the first joint of His ring finger. At the next instant… these scenes suddenly flew out and headed straight for Xu Qing and the others.
The empty books that caused everyone to collapse were quickly filled up and completed again.
However… in this complete past, there was no beauty, only their most painful and tormenting memories. This memory replaced every their pasts.
It would erupt constantly until they collapsed.
This was the power of a god.
This was a god's spell.
