Chapter 726: Extinction

Heimu turned around, and the person who came was A Ge Lai Ya.

The light blond shoulder-length curls shone with a warm sheen in the daylight, the ivory elegant dress outlined her graceful figure, and her green eyes looked over calmly.

Heimu closed the system panel, lowered his hand from his forehead, straightened up a bit, nodded at A Ge Lai Ya, then pointed his finger at the red loli mob still fussing inside the purple-black cover behind the plaza, saying he would temporarily entrust these Ti Bao to her for a while, as he needed to go find Xi Lian to deal with other matters and had to leave immediately.

A Ge Lai Ya followed her gesture and glanced at the plaza, where over a thousand red-haired lolis rolled into a ball inside the purple-black cover, some pressing themselves against the wall and squeezing into various shapes, causing the corner of her mouth to twitch slightly.

Then she replied, "Just go, leave this to me."

Heimu nodded, raised his hand and tore open a spatial rift, with purple-black light threads surging from the edges of the slit.

She was about to step in when the plaza behind her suddenly burst into a chorus of babyish voices shouting, "Mom! Mom! Don't leave! When will you come pick us up? Remember to bring snacks back!"

Heimu's footsteps paused at the edge of the rift.

Under the brim of the Witch Hat, the corner of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably again.

She remembered that TirixiBiyosi's mother was still around, though she hadn't formally appeared yet, at least she definitely existed.

These little rascals clearly had their real mothers, yet they insisted on calling her their new mom, and not just one but a thousand of them in unison.

The purple-black rift began to close from its edges, sealing the last few "Mom!" shouts on the other side.

No point thinking about it; the more I think, the weirder it gets.

Perspective shift.

Qingque was still standing on the fish's back, her whole self in a state where her brain had just been formatted.

Her gray-white long hair was blown all over her face by the lingering airflow, she couldn't be bothered to push it aside, and just stared blankly through the gaps in her hair at the direction where that huge figure had vanished.

That scene just now, every frame still burned into her retina, impossible to forget even if she tried.

At the same time, her retina also retained the orange-smiling mask, the alluring grin of Changletianjun, and the stern lower half of the Imperial Bow's face combined with Aha's mask, delivering a mental shock.

These two images coexisted in her mind, incompatible, like two puzzles forced together—edges mismatched, yet neither could push the other out.

She had a lot to complain about, but there was too much, all stuck in her throat, not knowing which to vent first.

Then the giant tree made the choice for her.

Just as she stood there dazed for those few seconds, the distant Golden Giant Tree suddenly shuddered violently.

The faces on the trunk that had been shut by the Imperial Bow's light arrows all snapped open in unison, each filled with the same emotion—not anger, but an instinct‑like frenzy!

The blood‑red eyes all turned toward Qingque at once, pupils contracting to vertical slits the size of a needle tip, then the whole tree exploded, every tip of each branch from crown to root bursting forth new shoots like magma from an undersea volcano, flooding heaven and earth toward her direction.

Branches scraping the air emitted a piercing whine; layers of blood‑red eyes flickered in the surging golden tide, while a thick aura of Abundance surged forward, completely blowing away the lingering chill left by the Imperial Bow.

Qingque was hit full in the face by that breath, all sweet‑to‑cloying rot of plants, she couldn't help but shiver, and the jolt fully woke her mind.

She watched the approaching golden tide, even able to see her own diminished reflection in the blood‑red eye at the tip of the foremost branch.

Qingque raised her eyebrows slightly; she was about to do something she hadn't anticipated.

Not dodging, not fleeing, not like before when she'd lain on the fish's back clutching her head and scurrying like a rat.

Her fate power was operating at a frequency she had never experienced, steadily, suppressing the fear and panic that should have surged up beneath the surface.

She slowly lifted her right hand, lightly rubbing thumb and middle finger against the sky‑covering golden tide.

Pop.

"Extinction."

The crisp snap echoed across heaven and earth.

From her fingertip as the origin, a cyan‑gold ripple spread silently outward.

Where the ripple passed, the incoming golden‑like‑tide branches began to deform.

The front‑rank branches turned transparent from the tip, their golden skin fading to a translucent membrane, internal fibers becoming flowing liquid, and in the blink of an eye each branch became a long string of crystal‑clear bubbles, puff‑puff‑puff drifting upward.

After the front branches became bubbles, the rear branches were overtaken by the same ripple, undergoing the same transparency and foaming.

The golden deluge that had just been pressing down like a sky‑covering tide turned, in the snap of Qingque's fingers, into an ocean of foam made of countless bubbles.

The bubbles jostled together, emitting a dense puff‑puff sound, their surfaces flowing with cyan‑gold glints that fractured the distant tree's reflection into pieces.

Qingque narrowed her eyes, looking at the "tide" she had turned into a bubble sea, thinking the feel was pretty smooth.

Since she was already here, she raised the same hand, fingers spread, and gave the bubble sea a light sweep.

It directly kicked up a visible cyan‑gold wind pressure from her palm, sweeping across the whole bubble sea.

The foam was pushed by that wind and instantly boiled.

Countless bubbles converged in the same direction, re‑coalescing in the process—first fish heads, then bodies, then tails and fins—each fish outline formed by billions of tightly packed bubbles, with the gaps between them flowing with condensed liquid cyan‑gold light.

The moment the fish school formed, it shot like an arrow released from a bow toward the giant tree, tens of thousands of cyan‑gold streaks of light tailing across the sky.

The leading largest fish rammed its head straight through the bark, the following fish filed in through the gap, exploded inside the trunk, and tore out a huge chunk of wood from within.

The golden fragments scattered in all directions, vaporized by the light patterns on the fish before they could hit the sea.

The trunk was left with a glaring gap, its edges still emitting thin cyan‑gold smoke.

At that moment, the giant tree finally began to take notice of the white‑haired speck standing on the fish's back.

The faces on the trunk turned toward the sky, lips moving as if chanting in unison an ancient incantation belonging solely to Abundance.

Then, at the edge of the heavens, black shadows appeared—first a few, then dozens, then tens of thousands!

Each was a massive branch hurled down from above the clouds, tip sharp as a spear, surface burning with purple‑black flame, with a gigantic blood‑red single eye set in the center of each.

Their pupils locked precisely onto Qingque's position, sealing off every possible escape route with tens of thousands of Dao seals.

The sky was completely veiled by these branches, the whole heavens becoming a dome pieced together from golden branches and blood‑red eyes.