Flower God Sacrifice Shocks the Douluo Realm! The High-Heavenly Immortal Spirit Turns into Petals and Vanishes; the Scarlet King Goes Mad, Digging Up Forbidden Knowledge to Revive Her

The Light Screen shifted, and the image froze on a vast, boundless golden sea of sand.

A figure appeared in the center of the screen.

She had moon-like long hair, snow-white skin, and eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the heavens. She was not human; she exuded an ethereal aura that transcended the mundane world, as if she were the embodiment of the purest and most beautiful concepts in the world.

The Douluo God Realm, and the various powerful beings from different timelines gathered here by that mysterious power, all held their breath at this moment.

"The Mistress of Flowers?" Ning Rongrong murmured the title, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes. "It sounds like a very beautiful name."

Oscar, standing beside her, nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the stunningly beautiful Immortal Spirit in the image.

In the scene, the Immortal Spirit known as the "Flower God" walks barefoot on the soft sand dunes. Behind her, unprecedented Patisha Orchid flowers bloom in the sand, like purple stars adorning the desolation.

However, the narrator's voice carried a hint of indescribable sorrow.

[She was once Immortal Spirit from the heavens, banished by the Heavenly Principles for pursuing mortal dreams.]

"High Heaven? Heavenly Principles?" Tang San frowned slightly.

These two words gave him an inexplicable pressure, as if they were above all Deity, an inviolable supreme Laws.

Huo Yuhao's azure eyes flickered slightly as he tried to analyze the essence of this power, only to find it all in vain. The two words "Heavenly Principles" seemed to be a concept, impossible to fathom or comprehend.

As an exile, her power waned, and the shadow of death loomed large.

But she was not sad, for she had already foreseen her fate.

What?!

Upon hearing this, everyone in the audience was stunned.

"Knowing your own death in advance?" Zhou Weiqing's eyes widened in disbelief. "Isn't that just waiting to die? What is that? Why not resist?"

"Perhaps, for her, death is not the end." Rong Nianbing sighed softly. As the God of Emotion, he could vaguely sense the profound and resolute emotions hidden beneath the calm exterior of the Flower God in the picture.

The scene changes.

In the magnificent Golden Palace, a majestic red King, crowned with an imposing crown, gazes at the Flower God with doting eyes. He is the Monarch of this desert, the Scarlet King Arhama.

His Kamisato no Monarch majesty, only tenderness for his beloved.

"You look troubled," the Scarlet King's voice was deep and magnetic.

The Flower God smiled slightly, a smile that could make everything else pale in comparison.

She reached out and gently stroked the Scarlet King's face.

"I've prepared a gift for you."

Her voice was as soft as a dream.

"A dream... the most beautiful dream I can offer."

The Scarlet King, puzzled, simply smiled and took her hand, "Anything you give me is the best gift."

He had no idea that this casual remark would become his Eternity nightmare.

The scene shifts again, now to the grand Flower God Festival.

The people cheered, sang, and danced, celebrating their most beloved mistress of flowers.

The Flower God stood atop the high platform, receiving the blessings of her people. Her gaze swept across the sea of people, gently gazing upon the Scarlet King below, and their mutual friend, the still-young Grass God, clad in a white priestly robe.

Suddenly, her body began to become transparent.

Tiny specks of fluorescence escaped from her fingertips, transforming into glistening petals that drifted away on the wind.

"This is..." Xue Ye suddenly stood up from his seat, his face filled with shock.

"She... disappeared?" Dai Hao's voice trembled slightly. He had spent his life on the battlefield, witnessing countless deaths, but he had never seen such a beautiful yet cruel passing.

The smile on the Scarlet King's face froze instantly.

He rushed onto the platform, trying to embrace the gradually fading figure, but his hands passed right through her body.

"No... don't..."

The voice of this once mighty Monarch, who dominated the desert, was now filled with the helplessness and fear of a child.

The Flower God simply smiled, using her last strength to coalesce into an illusory embrace, gently encircling him.

"Don't forget, the People of the Sandstorm and Oasis, and our friends."

"This is the most beautiful dream I've woven for you. Please consider my death as part of this beautiful dream."

As soon as she finished speaking, her body completely disintegrated.

In an instant, endless purple petals fell from the sky, like a grand and sorrowful downpour, covering the entire desert kingdom.

Each petal embodies her blessings and affection for this land, for her people, and for her beloved ones.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, only the Scarlet King remained standing there, his hand outstretched, as if trying to grasp the warmth that had long since vanished.

A tear slid down his reddened eye and landed on the purple petal he caught in his palm.

"Ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar erupted from the Scarlet King's throat.

That was not the roar of Monarch, but the most primal and desperate wail of a wild beast that had lost its mate.

A terrifying Divine Power erupted from him, and a golden sandstorm soared into the sky, sweeping across the entire kingdom.

The people knelt in terror, trembling with fear.

The entire viewing space was deathly silent.

Everyone was deeply shocked by this scene.

Lie Yan's eyes welled up with tears, and she instinctively tightened her grip on Ji Dong's hand.

"She... is just like me..."

Ji Dong wrapped his arms around her tightly, his body trembling slightly from the shared emotion. He understood better than anyone that the pain of losing a beloved could drive a god completely mad.

Tang Wulin's breathing became heavy. He looked at the collapsing Scarlet King on the screen and seemed to see himself waiting for Gu Yuena for ten thousand years while he was frozen in Ice Seal.

Gu Yuena leaned on his shoulder, her silver eyes glistening with tears.

"How foolish... Why... would you choose death as a gift..."

Tang San remained silent, but his fists clenched unconsciously. He recalled the scene of Xiao Wu's sacrifice, the heart-wrenching pain still vivid in his mind even after so many years.

"He's gone mad... This Scarlet King is going mad," Bei Bei muttered to himself.

He Caitou and Xu Sanshi also looked solemn. They couldn't imagine what kind of love would make one person willingly walk towards death, and drive the other person to madness.

Time in the scene begins to pass rapidly.

The Scarlet King secluded himself in his enormous mausoleum, spending his days and nights studying ancient texts.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with a mad obsession.

He couldn't accept the death of the Flower God; he wanted to resurrect her at all costs.

[Therefore, he became obsessed with Forbidden Knowledge by the gods.]

On the screen, countless eerie symbols and distorted text appeared, and just looking at them sent a chill down one's spine.