The instant Lin Luo’s body connected with the girl’s was fleeting, yet for him, it stretched into an eternity.

He could no longer see himself, nor her, nor the starry sky...

His eyes had utterly lost their meaning; he was blind to everything.

He even lost his own consciousness.

He possessed only one sensation: a merging with water, a feeling of floating towards immortality...

No! It wasn't that he had this feeling; he transformed into it.

He was no longer a person, nor even an object.

He became the purest essence of “Enlightenment” (Wu)! Faster than anything in this world, freer than anything in this world, more unrestrained than anything in this world...

everything, absolutely everything, had to bow before this “Enlightenment”! That state was something to be understood intuitively, impossible to articulate.

Though his eyes clearly perceived nothing, his “Enlightenment” allowed him to “see” so much.

What did he see? The first thing was an expanse of darkness, and then he saw a woman—a complete stranger, yet with a face radiating maternal kindness...

Suddenly, he understood who this woman was.

She was no one specific; she was “Mother”! First darkness, now “Mother.” Why was this happening? Through Enlightenment, Lin Luo quickly grasped it: he had become an infant.

The infant held in that mother’s arms was him, yet he simultaneously felt it wasn't him.

He was merely an external entity attached to this baby, yet he perfectly understood the baby’s feelings, as if he had truly become this infant...

Half infant, half himself! The infant was a girl, born into a perfectly ordinary family, lacking overreaching power, immense wealth, or earth-shattering abilities.

Yet, there was a loving father and a caring mother; she was very happy.

The infant’s name was Zhai Xin.

Then, time flew, and the infant gradually grew into a little girl.

“He” grew along with her.

Because he was her, in this world, they were one entity; he could sense every one of her feelings.

Eight years passed.

The infant matured into a little girl, innocent, lively, lovely, and kind.

Her father ran a small medical clinic, and her mother served as his assistant.

The little girl followed her parents, learning medical arts while helping patients.

Although her father’s skills weren't miraculous, the townsfolk called him a divine doctor because he had saved so many people.

For the poor, he charged the lowest fees.

She was proud of her father and resolved to become a person just like him.

But she did not succeed.

Because goodness was not rewarded.

Her father unintentionally offended a powerful noble, who struck back, resulting in the ruin and death of her entire family.

Watching her parents die before her eyes, she knelt in the sea of flames, utterly heartbroken, unable to utter a sound.

Let the great fire engulf her; she was indifferent.

If death offered release, she would embrace it happily, but living was hard, and dying seemed even harder! Just as the flames were about to consume her, a torrential downpour descended from the sky, snatching her life back.

Though the death of her parents made living a fate worse than death, as the descendant of doctors, she understood the preciousness of life.

She would not easily abandon this life miraculously saved.

However, at only eight years old, she possessed zero capacity to survive independently.

Dragging her weakened body, she sought aid from those her parents had once helped.

Yet, those people treated her like a plague victim.

Faced with her helpless expression, they didn't offer a hand but instead firmly shut their doors.

She felt sorrowful over this, but held no resentment, understanding that these people dared not offend the powerful noble.

Helping her would mean suffering the same fate of family destruction.

Thus, she became a beggar on the streets.

The powerful noble, learning the roots hadn't been thoroughly severed, paid her no mind, letting her fend for herself to perish.

A person with no background, no influence, struggling even to survive, was no more significant than an ant.

The tragedy at home, the callousness of passersby—these formed an indelible scar of pain in her heart.

Yet, she did not abandon her kindness.

Even starving, she shared half of the meager half-steamed bun she managed to salvage with another small beggar equally hungry.

But this act of goodwill was not returned.

The beggar ate the bun she offered, then tried to snatch the remaining half from her hand.

Though she resisted with all her might, what strength did an eight-year-old possess? Not only was her last scrap of food stolen, but she also endured a vicious beating.

Lying in an alleyway where no one passed, drenched by the falling rain, shivering from cold and starved, overwhelmed by pain, tears welled in her eyes.

But she did not cry.

She merely looked up to the heavens and posed a silent question to the void.

“Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, why are you so unjust? Why are good people not rewarded? Why must kindness be repaid with bullying? Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, where are you? Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, have you ever glanced my way?” Lin Luo watched her pain, felt her anguish, and wished to question: Why is the world so unfair? Why must such a kind girl suffer such persecution? But he asked nothing, for he knew that fairness had never existed in this world.

Tired of crying until her voice was hoarse, driven by the instinct for survival, she painfully dragged herself out to search for food...

She fought feral dogs for scraps but lost, getting her skin torn open; she chased after cats for food but was too slow.

To survive, she had to eat what even the dogs and cats disdained.

She survived! But life was worse than death! What a dreadful struggle survival was for an eight-year-old girl! Don’t cry, I must live.

This life was given by Father and Mother; no matter what, I cannot abandon it...

Whenever sorrow overwhelmed her, the girl yearned to weep, but after countless beatings and countless cold stares, she had learned strength, learned to arm herself, learned how to protect herself.

She could not avenge her parents, and she could not bear to look upon the place of her sorrow.

She had no choice but to leave that town, dragging her scarred body, her shattered heart, step by step...

Falling down, then climbing up again.

When hungry, she gnawed on tree roots and wild grass by the roadside; when thirsty, she drank the rainwater that fell from the sky...

Don't cry, absolutely don't cry! Don't cry, you must live, you absolutely must live! Lin Luo empathized completely with the girl’s grief, yet he was powerless, able only to cheer her on in his mind.

But without food, without water, without any ability to sustain herself, she simply could not survive.

Finally, she collapsed onto the muddy mountain path, her life hanging by a thread.

When she awoke, she saw an elderly couple.

She saw her own delicate face, simple yet clean clothes, and most importantly, she saw fragrant, steaming food...

Good deeds are rewarded.

When her life was nearly extinguished, this old couple found her.

Having no children of their own, they took pity on her and brought her home, treating her as their own child.

Under the genuine care of the elderly couple, she finally lowered her guard and resumed a normal life.

She could let go of her hatred, knowing what her parents truly wanted: not revenge, but for her to live.

Thus, she could forget the grief and begin anew.

But! A beautiful future was merely a mirage in the water.

After this brief happiness, during a trip to the market, they encountered bandits.

The old couple were killed instantly, while she, naturally stunning, narrowly escaped death.

However, her fate was to be sold at an exorbitant price to the slave market by the bandits.

Hating heaven for its injustice, hating earth for its unfairness, hating the brutal deaths of her loved ones...

yet she had no strength to resist.

Although she was still young, the slave master could already foresee her future peerless beauty and intended to train her into a high-class courtesan to earn greater profit.

But she refused! Even if her life was lowly, even if her survival was hard, even after witnessing the world’s filthiness, she would not allow her body or soul to be defiled, not even by a single speck! Her desperate resistance was insignificant against overwhelming power.

To force her compliance with the training, she was thrown into the water dungeon...

Enduring the agony of submersion, she suffered intensely, wanting to cry, but she did not.

Her tears had long since dried up during hundreds of lonely, cold nights.

She was brutally beaten, suffering torment beyond endurance, yet she gritted her teeth.

They starved her; her limbs grew weak, yet she gritted her teeth.

They deprived her of water; she became delirious with thirst, yet she continued to grind her jaw.

Bones broken, she did not cry! Legs snapped, she did not weep! No matter what torture she faced, her answer remained the same three words: “I refuse!” The girl’s unyielding spirit had already moved Lin Luo deeply.

Every time he witnessed her being punished, every time he saw her body covered in wounds, he could not help but weep.

But she failed to move the slave master; in fact, her tenacity only stoked the cruelty of these men.

Finally, they threw her into the fighting arena, intending for her to be devoured alive by a monstrous beast to recoup their losses.

Facing the ferocious monster, the girl was powerless to fight back, but she did not die.

At the very moment the beast was about to tear her to shreds, a light saved her, pulling her out of that world.

That light was named—The Book of Disorder (Wuxu zhi Shu)! Having obtained this immense source of power, she did not rejoice wildly.

Instead, she relived every past experience.

Ten years flashed through her mind at lightning speed.

Finally, she discarded two things—her innocence and her kindness! “Good people do not get good rewards, and kindness is not treated kindly.

Therefore, from this day forward, I shall walk the path of evil! Everyone who bullied me, everyone who looked down on me, I will kill them all!” Since the world is unjust and the Heavenly Dao is ruthless, there is no need for it to continue existing.

“No matter if they are human or object, if they stand in my way, I will kill them! One comes, one dies.

A pair comes, a pair dies.

If thousands upon thousands arrive, I will kill thousands upon thousands!” “If slaughter has no end, then I will kill until I reach the peak of the world, until the edges of the Heavens!” “Kill, kill, kill! Never cease! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Everything, destroy it all!” “With endless slaughter, I shall forge the supreme path of evil!” “From this moment on, I...

am the King of Evil! The most supreme and most wicked existence!” The former Zhai Xin, now the King of Evil—this...

was her life!