I Have Now Become Calamity, the Destroyer of Worlds

Lv Yingxin could certainly see the future of her Old Ancestor.

She clearly saw that at some point in the future, Ye Jinhuan would sacrifice countless lives, including himself, to gather overwhelming Blood Force and challenge the Heavenly Emperor.

But this future must never be spoken aloud.

If it gets leaked, she will be the first to be silenced.

As for the information mentioned earlier about Qin Wangchuan stepping into Foreign Lands, it is indeed true.

But only three-tenths are true.

Qin Wangchuan will indeed come, but his purpose, timing, and ultimate outcome are far more complex than Ye Jinhuan currently imagines.

Upon receiving such a reply, Ye Jinhuan's tense expression visibly relaxed, and even a hint of barely suppressed joy flashed in his eyes.

He slowly leaned back on his throne and waved his hand. "It's alright, you've done your best."

"Go down and get some rest."

Lv Yingxin bowed as instructed, turned around, and walked steadily out of the main hall.

In the empty and Deathly Stillness hall, only Ye Jinhuan remained.

He sat alone on the majestic throne, his fingers unconsciously stroking the armrests, muttering to himself with suppressed excitement:

"The fact that she can't see it proves that my future is beyond the scope of what the Precognitive Authority can perceive..."

"There's only one possibility—that I will ascend to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor in the future!"

"Sacrificing living beings is indeed feasible."

Thinking of this, Ye Jinhuan couldn't help but curl his lips upward, forming a smile full of ambition and coldness.

However.

Although Ye Jinhuan harbored a sliver of instinctive doubt and apprehension about Lv Yingxin's precognitive abilities, he never truly doubted her loyalty.

They never would have imagined it.

This descendant of the Royal Court, whom he had watched grow up and entrusted with important responsibilities, a precious pawn with the ability to foresee the future, had long been captivated by Qin Wangchuan.

She completely betrayed the Foreign Lands and became Qin Wangchuan's most secret and beautiful servant.

Let alone body and mind, even life and death are determined by a single thought.

Deep within the shadows of the main hall, Ye Jinhuan's whispers echoed.

He thought no one would notice his idea of sacrificing all living beings.

As Lv Yingxin stepped out of the palace gate, a subtle, unnoticed smile curved her lips beneath her veil.

'That way, no one will bother you for a while.'

'Use this time to gather your strength, my master.'

As soon as I stepped out of the heavy palace gate, the guards standing outside immediately bowed and greeted me with great respect.

She didn't even look, and walked straight ahead.

The guard happened to be in her path and, before he could dodge, he was struck head-on as if by an invisible hammer. He groaned and flew backward, crashing heavily into a cold pillar before sliding to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

Lv Yingxin didn't even glance at the horrific scene; her voice was icy cold:

"Don't block this beautiful view."

As she spoke, she ignored the guards behind her who looked fearful but dared not utter a word of complaint, and slowly walked towards the steps outside the palace.

The night breeze stirred the high-slit skirt, and a long, straight leg stepped gracefully out from between the swaying silk.

Lv Yingxin's appearance was universally acknowledged as exceptionally beautiful.

But what people discuss more privately is her legs.

The beauty of those legs was overwhelming.

Long, slender calves and straight thighs combine to create a strikingly aggressive, elongated silhouette.

No words are needed; their mere presence is enough to hold the gaze of onlookers in suspense, even causing those of the same sex to avert their eyes in embarrassment.

Hence the unspoken nickname. "The most beautiful legs in the Royal Court."

Unfortunately, this scenery is absolutely forbidden, and no one dares to stop and admire it.

The palace is built in the clouds, and the downward staircase outside the palace seems to have no end in sight.

No special viewing platform is needed; standing on these steps offers a panoramic view and is the highest point of the entire Royal Court complex, making it an excellent vantage point.

Looking out, the magnificent panorama of the entire Banquet Royal Court unfolds before your eyes.

Countless dark and eerie buildings crawl like Giant Beast, rising and falling in a staggered pattern, stretching to the horizon.

The spire pierced the clouds, its tip wreathed in crimson energy;

A giant bridge spans the abyss, the howling wind echoing from the valley floor;

The massive pipes, like crisscrossing blood vessels, surged with dark red Blood Force, all converging towards the most magnificent palace behind them—the place where Ye Jinhuan resided.

The scenery is ever-changing and magnificent, showcasing the profound heritage and supreme authority of a top-tier power from Foreign Lands.

This is her home.

A cold, magnificent cage filled with rules of power and bloodshed.

However, Lv Yingxin's calm and deep eyes were not gazing at the magnificent scene before her.

Her gaze pierced through the mists of time and space, landing on the "future".

In a premonition so clear it felt like experiencing it firsthand.

Years later, this majestic Royal Court will be completely transformed into a boiling sea of fire.

The magnificent building collapsed in the flames, the sturdy walkway shattered and plunged into the abyss, and the crimson energy leaked out and exploded, dyeing the sky a mournful blend of crimson and inky black...

The wails, screams, and sounds of weapons shattering seemed to echo in her ears beforehand.

And above that devastating flame and ruin, a person will walk step by step through blood and fire.

His demeanor was composed, yet it carried an unstoppable resolve and judgment.

"If it were me in the past, I would have fought him here..."

Lv Yingxin.

She stopped standing still and started walking down the stairs.

Her steps were graceful and even, each step perfectly straight—her skirt parted slightly with her movements, revealing her long, slender legs through the high slit, each step and landing exuding breathtaking beauty.

Her gaze remained fixed on the void below, as if an unseen opponent was approaching her at the same pace.

That opponent was none other than Qin Wangchuan.

"But that was before. Now we're not rivals, but... partners."

Lv Yingxin suddenly felt interested and wanted to imitate him.

He tilted his head slightly, his chin taut, his eyes trying to capture that disdain and indifference from his memory.

Its footsteps also tried to imitate that steady pace, as if it could crush all obstacles.

She imitated it with extreme seriousness.

But to onlookers, it was an extremely bizarre, even somewhat comical, scene:

The incomparably noble and always aloof Yingxin His Highness.

A person walks alone up an endless staircase, sometimes striding forward, sometimes hesitating, sometimes looking up with disdain, and sometimes lowering their eyes as if deep in thought...

His movements were stiff and abrupt, his demeanor shifted abruptly, completely lacking his usual elegance and composure; he seemed more like...

He tried to imitate the way people walked in Handan, but failed miserably at drawing a tiger.

But this is Lv Yingxin, the most perfect Princess among the last descendants of the Banquet Royal Court.

She is the frost and snow that overturns the Royal Court, the villain who manipulates people's hearts, and the King Sovereign whom all people kneel before.

At the same time, he was also a believer who prostrated himself at the feet of one person.

She would reveal this almost "childish" side when no one was around—trying to understand and get closer to the man who had completely captured her heart and soul.

She enjoys it even if it's just imitating a walking posture.

As those long, straight legs once again shattered the glimmer of light on the ground, weariness returned to the eyelashes like a thin mist.

He's not here...

Final.

Lv Yingxin turned around and took one last look at the main hall behind her, which symbolized the highest power of the Royal Court and the will of her Old Ancestor Ye Jinhuan.

His gaze was calm, yet as deep as a frozen pool.

After considering the disaster her choice would bring, she resolutely turned away, her skirt blooming like a black lotus in the night wind.

Then, her alluring red lips parted slightly, and like a lover's whisper, she uttered that poetic declaration.

"I have now become a calamity, the destroyer of the world."

The words faded, their echoes dissipating into the wind.

Lv Yingxin never looked back. Her dark gold dress flowed with her steps, and guided by her long, slender legs, she sank into the boundless night.

Only the soft rustling of skirts as they swayed down the steps was the last lingering echo before the silence of the Royal Court.

'Judging by the time, his Sixth Brother, who has just experienced a dramatic change... should be setting off for the Foreign Lands soon.'

'We need to do some preparation.'

After all, as the most devoted Soul Slave, one must always share the burdens of their master.

For those the master cares about... pave the way, clear away any possible obstacles, or add just the right amount of experience.

This is her duty, and also where her joy lies.