A week later, Qian Ningshuang opened her blue-violet eyes. At the same time, a golden emblem appeared on her forehead—one identical to the Kaslana family crest from her previous life.
A sword gleamed upon a golden shield. That was what now shone on Qian Ningshuang's forehead.
Feeling the thing on her forehead, Qian Ningshuang's emotions were complicated. It was not that she had failed. On the contrary, she had gained many things far beyond her expectations.
This week-long journey of courting death could be divided into several stages:
First, she had overthought it. Even if it was only a Martial Soul, Abyss Flower was not something she could casually add things to at her current level.
In the end, she could only split off a portion of her soul to forge this thing.
But that did not matter. Qian Ningshuang and Holy Sword Durandal had long been prepared, with numerous backup plans.
Second, she had taken things too much for granted. Tampering with her own soul was like performing brain surgery on herself without anesthesia.
Never mind whether such a thing was even possible—if it was, it was still not something one person could endure.
At her worst, Qian Ningshuang had truly danced along the line between life and death several times.
Or rather, she had not merely danced along that line. She had truly died several times. If the real Abyss Flower inside her had not automatically activated each time she died and revived her, she could have waited for someone to collect her corpse.
In her daze, she had even seen some handsome white-haired, short-haired guy.
Then Holy Sword Durandal somehow emerged and took over her work.
Anyway, Holy Sword Durandal had also looked rather conflicted at the time. According to her, she had apparently used all of