Tian Meng's Sacrifice

Time flew. In the blink of an eye, eleven years had passed since Xiao Wu took human form.

Beside the Lake of Life, the rich energy of heaven and earth lingered as always. The lake lay smooth as a mirror, reflecting the lush green branches of the ancient trees along its shore.

The Nine-Colored Deer lay quietly on its usual dark-green boulder, nine-colored radiance flowing around it. Its peaceful aura blended perfectly with the heart of the forest.

The Scarlet King lay nearby, all three heads drooping as he snored steadily. Everything seemed calm and peaceful.

Yet to Xiao Wu, who sat cross-legged on a smaller rock by the lake, everything around her seemed distant and blurred.

She closed her eyes and focused, sinking her entire mind into the rush of Soul Power within her.

Level thirty.

From the helpless, trembling child who had wept beside her mother Ah Rou in a pool of blood to the graceful young woman she was now, her Soul Power had reached level thirty.

Not once in all these years had she dared forget that bone-deep hatred and fear.

Her mother's horrific death and the greedy, cold eyes of those human Soul Masters were like a venomous thorn that would never dissolve, buried deep in her heart. Every breath tugged at the lingering pain.

She had trained desperately, never daring to slacken in the slightest. For she knew better than anyone that weakness itself was the original sin.

In this forest where the strong devoured the weak, on this continent fraught with danger, only strength could keep her alive, let her mother rest in peace in the next world, and one day make the humans who had harmed her family pay.

Today, she had finally reached level thirty. She could condense her own third