The Tragedy of Chan Su-Nü

"Then let your true body answer."

Liu Chengfeng gave a cold smile.

"Impossible—"

Chan Su-Nü cried out.

She had already severed the connection and its karma. How could she reconnect with her true body? It was impossible. No one could do it.

"In my hands, nothing is impossible."

Liu Chengfeng sneered. The Dark Hand flashed and seized Chan Su-Nü's wrist. A sizzling sound rose as it branded her with the Final Calamity Mark.

"Ah—"

Chan Su-Nü screamed in agony. She yielded completely, unable to resist. Her body went limp and trembled all over.

"No—"

Somewhere in an unknown layer of spacetime, Chan Su-Nü's true body screamed too.

This was more than fear. It was an incomparable pain etched into her bones, a terror that made her soul tremble and wail.

Her true body tried to break free, tried to sever the connection, but no divine ability or method did any good.

It was branded into her soul, carved into her marrow. She could not escape it.

As long as Liu Chengfeng held her divine thought, nothing she severed would matter.

The Inevitable Calamity and the Endbound Ultimate Fiends had to be faced in the end. There was no escape.

Her true body trembled in terror and shrieked in pain. Refusing to yield was all but impossible.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! What—what do you want to know?"

Chan Su-Nü cried out in horror. She had yielded. Even if she tried to be stubborn, her true body would tell him the truth.

Under the Dark Hand's brand, she could not resist at all.

"Tell me. Which Unknowable and Unhearable existence ordered you into the Green Meng Realm?"

Liu Chengfeng stared at her coldly.

"I don't know—"

Chan Su-Nü answered truthfully.

"You don't know?"

Liu Chengfeng's eyes narrowed.

"I truly don't.