"It's actually blank?"
Seeing the blank content of the diary, Fang Ming pondered. In the painter's world, he could predict about 20 minutes into the future, but here, he couldn't predict even a minute.
"As expected, this place is extremely dangerous." Fang Ming took a deep breath, masking his shock. The world of white mist was probably the most dangerous place he had encountered so far.
Fang Ming continued to flip through the diary, hoping to find something useful.
The diary was divided into three main sections: future prediction, random thoughts, and analysis of certain things.
Future prediction was completely useless in the world of white mist, so Fang Ming placed his hope on the latter two sections.
"Hmm? New random thoughts?" Fang Ming's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly read on.
"The clue to my parents is to the east, through a corner of the rocks."
Such a direct hint?
Fang Ming was stunned. Combined with some of the information the principal had revealed earlier, his parents should be trapped in different worlds. Did this mean that he could reach his parents' world by passing through the rock mentioned in the random thoughts?
Then, he flipped further into the diary and found some descriptions of the painter's world. None of the content seemed particularly useful.
"Let's go, we'll head east."
Fang Ming closed the diary and said to Liang Sha. However, he was quickly stunned. Where was east in this place?
Damn it! He couldn't tell east from west in this world of white mist!
Random thoughts were not predictions of the future, so choosing a direction randomly could lead him astray.
"Do you guys know which way is east?" Fang Ming pouted helplessly and looked at Nannan and Qing Mian.
The two Sha looked at him innocently and shook their heads.
Figuring out directions was too difficult for them.
"Sigh, forget it. Let's just pick a random direction." Fang Ming put his hand to his forehead and chose a direction to walk in.
The Painter's World.
The painter had completed the cycle of the entire world. This time, she did not disguise herself again but instead assumed the identity of the current head of the Liu family, maintaining the operation of the entire world from within the Liu family.
Liu Family Ancestral Hall.
The painter and an old man sat on opposite sides of a conference table.
"Did you get the clone of the Divine Son?" the principal asked.
"I did," the painter waved her hand, and three clones of Nannan appeared beside her. Then, she asked with a somber expression, "Can these three clones really deal with it?"
The principal let out a cold laugh, mocking the painter's overestimation of herself. "What are you thinking? No one can deal with it except the Divine Son himself. These three clones are just part of the plan."
The painter did not get angry at the principal's mockery. She knew he was telling the truth. Let alone three clones, even she herself was just a small pawn in the plan, not even worthy of knowing the specific details of the plan.
"What is the use of collecting these three clones?" the painter asked, puzzled. Clones were just clones and had no possibility of growth. What did the principal want these three clones for?
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," the principal glanced at her coldly. "Prepare another three hundred such clones, and I will come to collect them in a few days."
"But..." The painter was about to say something when the principal's figure had already vanished.
"Sigh~" The painter sighed heavily. Three hundred was far beyond her limit, but she dared not defy the principal's orders and could only grit her teeth and swallow her resentment.
Suddenly, a mocking voice echoed from the void, and two figures emerged by piercing through the void.
"Haha, how laughable."
"Who are you?" The painter's expression turned cold. She glanced at the two people in front of her. How dare these mere two malevolent spirits, like ants, mock her?
"Us?" King Blood Kin leisurely pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes filled with arrogance. "We are here to save you."
"You can call me King Blood Kin," King Blood Kin said, staring at the painter with a half-smile.
"King Blood Kin?!" The painter looked at the two people in front of her in surprise. Although she and King Blood Kin were not from the same era, they both belonged to the Ming Dynasty. Her appearance was much later than King Blood Kin's, so she naturally knew of King Blood Kin's great deeds.
"You are King Blood Kin? What proof do you have?" The painter's demeanor turned serious. If this malevolent spirit was indeed King Blood Kin, how could he only possess the strength of a malevolent spirit?
"Clink!"
King Blood Kin threw a token onto the table. The painter reached out and drew it into her palm. After a glance, she confirmed that this person was indeed King Blood Kin.
"Believe me now?" King Blood Kin glanced at the painter.
"Welcome, Your Highness!" the painter bowed respectfully. "May I ask what brings you here, Your Highness?"
The name of King Blood Kin was more influential than that of any other powerful being, especially for someone like the painter. After becoming a resentful spirit, she understood even more what King Blood Kin had sacrificed for the country back then!
"Didn't I say? I'm here to save you," King Blood Kin waved his hand, and the professor behind him walked to the painter and took out a yellow cloth covered with runes.
"What is this?" the painter took the yellow cloth with confusion.
"After you activate it with your resentment, it will split you into good and evil sides, and your power will grow exponentially. You can choose one side as your main body and pour your power into it, creating a self a hundred times stronger than your current strength. Of course, the premise is that your body can withstand such power," the professor explained.
"What?" the painter was shocked. She never expected King Blood Kin to possess such a terrifying item. If her power truly became a hundred times stronger, she could definitely create three hundred clones of Nannan!
She would even dare to contend with the principal!
However, there was no free lunch. Especially at her level, any improvement was extremely difficult. She did not believe that King Blood Kin would help her for no reason.
"Your Highness, what do you need me to do?" the painter asked, holding the yellow cloth. She did not want to miss this great opportunity to improve herself.
"I need you to provide me with one hundred clones of Fang Ming," King Blood Kin said.
"Fang Ming?" The painter was confused. She understood why they wanted Nannan's clones; after all, he was the "Divine Son" that the principal was always thinking about. But why did King Blood Kin want Fang Ming's clones?
"Isn't he just an ordinary fiend seed?" the painter asked her inner doubts.
"Do what you need to do, and ask less about other things," King Blood Kin said coldly, his attitude exactly the same as the principal's earlier.
The painter was immediately choked, and after a long pause, she said, "I understand."
She realized that both the principal and this King Blood Kin who had suddenly appeared were treating her as nothing more than a tool.
Heh.
The painter sneered inwardly. Wasn't it a case of mutual exploitation?
"However, I need to fulfill the principal's request first before I can start on your side. May I?" the painter said indifferently. Since it was a transaction, she did not need to fear this person.
She respected King Blood Kin, but that did not mean she had to be subservient to him.
King Blood Kin did not care about the painter's attitude. He just wanted to get what he wanted.
"Seven days later, I will come to collect my things."
"Let's go."
After King Blood Kin finished speaking, he left with the professor.
The painter stared at the spot where they had disappeared for a long time, then smiled bitterly and shook her head.
The plans of these big figures always left people like her, the smaller figures, in a state of bewilderment.
Broken Horn Peak.
This place was located deep in the Hengduan Mountains. The entire Broken Horn Peak had a sharp, horn-like structure, but for some unknown reason, it had been cut in half, hence the name Broken Horn Peak.
The cut surface of Broken Horn Peak was very smooth. On the mountaintop platform stood an ancient bronze pagoda, mottled with green. The pagoda had nine stories and was massive, with a base diameter of nearly three hundred meters.
In the ninth story of the pagoda, the principal stood in the center with three clones. The surrounding walls were covered with countless runes, but because they had not been activated for a long time, they were overgrown with moss.
"You, stand in the center of the formation."
One clone obediently stood in the center of the ninth story of the pagoda. The principal then flew to the ceiling and pressed his hand on the rune in the center of the ceiling.
Streams of pure resentment poured into the runes, and one by one, the runes began to light up. Soon, the entire ninth story began to emit a faint light. All the light rays refracted and eventually converged on the clone standing on the ground.
"Ah!"
The clone began to scream, but its body was completely imprisoned by the light, unable to move. It could only endure the tearing pain.
Soon, the clone's body began to blur, and a shimmering overlapping image began to shake violently. Seeing this, the principal increased the input of resentment. The overlapping image on the clone became more and more solid, and the clone's pain intensified.
"Humph~"
A piercing hum sounded, and the light instantly enveloped the entire ninth story. The world seemed to be reset, and then suddenly quieted down.
A hint of joy appeared on the principal's face. It was successful!
As the light faded and the runes fell silent, the principal descended from the ceiling and came before what, no, should be said, two puddles of ink.
The selected clone had vanished, leaving only two puddles of ink condensed from resentment on the ground.
The principal's expression instantly turned grim. It had failed. Although he had been mentally prepared, failing on the first attempt still made him somewhat angry.
"Was the frequency wrong? Or was it because the experimental subject was not the original body?"
The principal frowned, pondering the reason for the failure. If it was a problem with the experimental subject itself, it should not have turned into two puddles; it would have likely collapsed during the splitting process. Therefore, it must be the frequency that was wrong.
Try again!
"You, go there," the principal pointed to another clone and said.