The Death of Chen Mi

In a house.

A woman with black spots covering her face held a knife to her chest.

Bang, bang, bang.

Someone pounded hard on the door.

Outside, a child cried out:

"Mom, Mom, it's okay, it's okay. You haven't turned into an Ancient God Beast!"

"Mom, Mom!"

The child's sobs grew louder and louder.

But the woman remained unmoved, tears spilling from her eyes.

She was already twenty-eight, the end of the Human Race's lifespan in the Pure True Yang Realm.

A few days ago, she had noticed bite marks on her child.

She had understood then that the malice inside her had grown completely beyond her control. Sooner or later, she would unconsciously start gnawing on her child.

So she had to die.

"Mom, Mom... Don't leave me."

Outside, the child's cries grew louder and louder.

The tears in the woman's eyes would no longer stop, but she could no longer bring herself to drive the knife into her chest.

At least let me see Xiao Ni one last time.

Tears streaming down her face, she said:

"One last time. Just one look. Just one..."

Countless ripples stirred in her heart.

She wanted to look at her child one more time.

She stood up, her body trembling, growing more and more despairing.

"Xiao Ni likes Ani pork. At least I can make a jar of minced pork sauce..."

That was what she thought, but her body trembled more and more. Then she thought she shouldn't be so indecisive. What if she opened the door and the beast within her turned her completely into an Ancient God Beast?

And so she struggled.

But just then, the sounds outside abruptly ceased.

The instant the woman's hand touched the doorknob,

her body suddenly turned into a dried corpse. Even in her withered