First World-4.

After subduing the trouble making tripod, Qiao Zhi didn't waste any more time and immediately mobilized her soul power directly into the world's consciousness.

Beyond the silent chamber of her soul space, Qiao Zhi reached out with the barest ripple of will—and in an instant her awareness plunged into the very heart of the world's consciousness.

The realm she entered was like nothing mortal eyes could survive. Vast rolling plains of shimmering ether stretched farther than thought, lit by drifting constellations of living spirit-light. Imagine a sky made of liquid dawn, where every color pulsed with memory and every shimmer carried a forgotten sigh. Below, rivers of mist wound through the air like living ribbons, each tendril carrying scores of souls, their shapes half‑seen, half‑heard in gentle moans and whispers. Some clustered in eddies of shared longing, others glided like solitary ghosts toward distant horizons of starlight.

At the center of it all stood the World Consciousness incarnate: a monumental figure carved from translucent jade, seated in eternal meditation atop a lotus throne of swirling light. Its face was expressionless yet infinitely knowing, its closed eyes etched with every emotion born in the world—joy, grief, fury, peace. Whenever a group of souls grew too wild or sorrowful, the giant being's faint breath would calm the currents, folding turbulent streams into graceful loops of harmony.

To any other traveler, this realm would inspire awe or terror. But Qiao Zhi drifted through it as easily as one might wander through a familiar courtyard at dusk—her soul power a soft radiance that parted the mists and stilled passing specters with barely a thought. She paused only long enough to survey the vast tapestry of spirits, her gaze unhurried, uncaring of the millions of wavering echoes around her.

Then, with the precision of a hawk spotting its prey, she let her power sharpen and flew along a narrow silver current. There, huddled near the Buddha's lotus petal, trembled the soul of the original Ah Xin—small, quivering, trying in vain to cloak itself among thousands of others. Qiao Zhi's eyes narrowed in amusement.

In a heartbeat she closed the distance. A single tendril of soul‑energy shot forth, coiling around the hapless spirit's neck like a living noose. Despite its frantic screams—echoing like brittle glass shattering—the soul could not break free. Qiao Zhi gripped it tightly, her aura flaring, and with a curt motion drew it back through the swirling currents, leaving the trembling remnants of that realm behind.

Even as she withdrew, the great jade Buddha bowed its head in acquiescence—no protest rose from the World Consciousness, for it sensed the boundless might of the one who intruded.

Back in her private soul space, Qiao Zhi strode to the waiting Asura Hell Road tripod. Without ceremony, she thrust the struggling fragment of Ah Xin's spirit into the shallow bowl. The three snake heads leaned forward in unison, eager to resume their old ritual. Qiao Zhi's lips curved in a faint, indifferent smile as the agonized shriek was sealed away.

The tripod's three snake heads recoiled, then snapped forward in synchronized hunger. As soon as Ah Xin's spirit struck the metal floor, ghostly chains of crimson flame curled up around it, binding it in agony. Each night for the next hundred days—and nights—the Asura Hell Road would siphon away its essence in slow, torturous pulses. Finally, after a hundred days, the original scum soul would be completely extinguished from existence.

After doing all this, Qiao Zhi came out of her soul space and immediately found her Gu'er in her arms. The time in soul space is still and that's why even after a few minutes have passed in the soul space, not even a single second has passed in the real world.

But at this time, Qiao Zhi was more concerned with her Gu'er, who has been completely dominated by her omega instincts and truly wants a child with her!

But the problem is that they cannot have children without their real bodies! After all, her own soul power is too strong no matter how much she tries to control it. And her Gu'er is now incomplete with her now being only a fraction of her original soul. This incomplete state would mean that if they do try to have a child, Qiao Zhi's soul power would completely overwhelm her Gu'er and the fetus would never get a chance to truly form.

Thinking of this and the accident of permanent marking that she did at the moment of arrival when her mind was still dazed and she wasn't truly in clear mind, Qiao Zhi was truly annoyed.

But the woman in her arms, unknowingly continued to rub herself against hers, her panting and heavy breathing, coupled with their half naked state almost made Qiao Zhi indulge herself completely in her without a care in the world.

But Qiao Zhi knew that she couldn't go on anymore. She immediately steadied her breathing and her first reaction was to push Xing Huanming's body and let them separate for the moment.

Qiao Zhi knew that the next time she travelled to another world where her Gu'er was, she had to do it with more precision. She couldn't arrive in such a critical time like now, otherwise, just thinking that that damn scum soul had almost seen her Gu'er naked, Qiao Zhi felt her blood boiling with surging anger.

She immediately mobilized her soul power and inserted the smallest fraction of it into the 'Asura hell road' and extended the hundred days of torture to 300 hundred days.

The vague heart wrenching scream coming from the tripod seemed to increase in intensity but Qiao Zhi didn't care and just kept hold of her Gu'er just enough to not let her fall down and maintained a delicate distance.

Xing Huanming was jolted awake by Qiao Zhi's push and immediately glared at her with dissatisfaction but the moment she saw their half naked posture, Xing Huanming's cheeks flared up and flushed like a pink balloon but she did not obey her. She grabbed her collar and refused to get up. Instead, she wrapped her legs around her waist and asked with some anger: "What are you doing?"

Her voice was a little coquettish and soft and hoarse. She stared straight at the person on her body, suppressing the surging pheromones behind her neck.

Even though her hands were limp, she was still too stubborn to let go, pursing her red lips, waiting for a response.

Ah Xin was still the same as always, no matter how messy her body was, her face was still cold, looking down like a high and mighty god, unlike her, who was covered in crimson and had already fallen.

But this time, it seemed that the pair of phoenix eyes looking at her were filled with an emotion that she could not understand. The pupils were flashing and bright, as if they were looking at their beloved lover.

No matter how gentle and considerate she behaved in the past, Xing Huanming had never seen such a look in her eyes, which revealed a sincere affection that was heart-warming.

She couldn't help licking her lips, tightening her legs, and clutching her collar, saying stubbornly, "Don't stop..."

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