Li Cheng颐 quietly waited.

Waiting for the results after the mark changed.

He understood very early on that the Evil Flower was a tool, a powerful weapon of the Flower Emperor on the once-fallen primordial earth of extreme evil.

It was an extremely bloody tool, with which the Flower Emperor slaughtered countless lives.

But that doesn't necessarily mean it was evil.

Li Cheng颐 believed that in his hands, the Evil Flower would never become a bloody killing weapon like the previous Flower Emperor.

After all, he just wanted to break free from the shackles of the dead end and return to a leisurely and peaceful ordinary life.

That was all.

The language of flowers was countless, and the color of one's heart determined the color of the flower language abilities that were combined.

Finally.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes.

A brand new piece of information entered Li Cheng颐's mind.

'All twelve Flower God positions have been gathered. Do you want to begin the ultimate Flower God Garment fusion process?'

'Warning 1: The fusion time requires 365 Black Sea days. Please make all preparations.'

'Warning 2: After fusion, the Flower God Garment, when worn, will fuse all flower languages into an attached ability. Please prepare in advance.'

'Warning 3: After fusion, it may cause slight modification to the surrounding environment. Please do not panic.'

'Warning 4: After fusion, the building summoning ability can be activated. Summoning follows the principle of equivalence and requires collecting sufficient Flower Qi and Malice as consumption resources.'

A series of notes and warnings instantly flooded Li Cheng颐's mind.

He had only seen such a scene before with the Seven Intent Saint Spirit Art of Flower Language.

But that was flower language related to cultivation techniques, so more explanation was normal. This was completely notes targeting the Evil Flower itself, and the two were completely different in nature.

Standing in place, Li Cheng颐 carefully read all the notes and warnings, confirmed that there were no comprehension issues, then took a deep breath, took off all the items and robes on his body, wrapped them in a layer of bone armor and death energy, and buried them underground.

Then he covered his body with the initial Wisteria Flower Scale Armor and sat cross-legged in a large patch of Forget-Me-Not flowers.

The breeze blew, and mist filled the air.

Streams of pale golden sunlight transformed into pillars of light, penetrating through the forest from above and scattering around him.

Smelling the floral fragrance at the tip of his nose, Li Cheng颐 let his long hair fall loose, and finally used the Saint Spirit Art to urge his mind, using his wisdom sword as a pen to quickly weave a semi-transparent sword qi in the void in front of him.

The sword qi was attached with a trace of his own mental power, leaving a message about his secluded cultivation.

"Go."

He gently flicked the sword qi outwards.

The semi-transparent sword qi shot away, instantly flying out of the floating island, abruptly cutting through the black mist, and approaching the distant No Face Sword Sect outpost.

Before long, the sword qi plunged into the mountain cave of the outpost and disappeared.

About a few minutes later, a middle-aged female Taoist priest flew out, holding an unknown bird, pure white all over, in her hand, and threw it upwards.

The bird instantly let out a sharp cry, its body bursting into white flames, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the air, flying towards the distant horizon at a terrifying speed.

Having done all this.

Li Cheng颐 quietly sank his consciousness and pressed his hand on the Evil Flower mark.

'Start the final fusion?'

He looked up at the sky, and his body's death energy suddenly dispersed, completely covering the surrounding area within a few meters, turning it into a gray expanse.

At the same time, because he was standing still, the Shadow Dragon King's Shadow Spring automatically activated.

In this state, his recovery ability was twice that of his normal state, coupled with his powerful concealment ability, making it arguably the most practical of all the Shadow Dragon's abilities.

'Yes.'

Li Cheng颐 responded in his heart.

Whoosh!

In an instant, behind him, a huge, pitch-black crack suddenly opened.

The crack was five meters high and two meters wide, with darkness within, and countless strange, low sounds were densely transmitted.

At the same time, behind Li Cheng颐, a huge disc of the Evil Flower mark slowly lit up.

On the disc, the main flowers of each Flower God position slowly lit up, one by one.

'The purple Wisteria.'

'The golden gladiolus.'

'The golden sunflower.'

'The purplish-red Nodding Beggarticks.'

'The purple magnolia.'

'The purple agapanthus.'

And so on and so forth, rays of light of different colors lit up with different colored fluorescence.

Their light transformed into light bands of corresponding colors, slowly extending outwards and flying into the pitch-black crack.

Buzz!!

Suddenly, the light bands tightened, as if pulling some heavy object from the crack.

The twelve light bands constantly emitted subtle cracking sounds, as if they could not bear the weight.

And Li Cheng颐 continuously transmitted new and powerful colorful light to supplement the light bands and strengthen their pulling force.

Ah!!!!

In an instant, sharp and painful screams scattered from the crack.

Immediately afterwards, with a buzzing sound.

Countless cries, unintelligible curses, shouts, groans, etc., all mixed together and rushed towards the cross-legged Li Cheng颐.

He closed his eyes tightly, and his mental power was instantly shattered by countless evil and violent hatred consciousnesses.

It seemed that some enormous force was preventing him from completing the final fusion of the Evil Flower.

But soon, the special flower language ability of the Snow Lotus took effect.

The powerful and holy flower language provided Li Cheng颐 with stronger mental resistance, which happened to produce miraculous effects at this moment, buying him a moment of respite.

The Evil Flower also reacted, dispersing a portion of its colorful light to strengthen the protection around Li Cheng颐.

The mixed sounds of hatred were immediately weakened a lot.

'Final fusion time begins, countdown begins... 364 Black Sea days remaining.'

Enveloped in the colorful light, Li Cheng颐 gently closed his eyes, simply submerged his consciousness into the Yuanshen Sword Palace, and continued the practice of the Saint Spirit Art.

The one year time could just be used to raise his Saint Spirit Art to a higher level.

Because the Seven Intent Saint Spirit Art that he was cultivating was a self-perfected version, the progress was much slower than the No Face Swordplay.

But now this time was perfect for focusing on secluded cultivation.

Inside the Yuanshen Sword Palace.

Li Cheng颐's figure suddenly appeared, sitting cross-legged, with a mysterious book of incomparable blackness floating in his hand.

That was the strange black book condensed and given to him by the Sky Leap Tablet, which contained most of the mysterious traces of the Sky Leap Tablet.

The original Sky Leap Tablet, in addition to giving him the enlightenment and improvement of the two seals, the greatest gift was this black book.

Taking advantage of his free time, he planned to carefully read and comprehend it, to see if he could continue to gain something.

And just as he was in the Yuanshen Sword Palace, cultivating in seclusion, waiting for the final fusion.

Huo Qingkong, inside the No Face Sword Sect, who was resting and comprehending the Thousand Face Sword Canon, suddenly trembled.

Inside the stone house.

He put down the copy of the Sword Canon he was holding, and looked at the undulating green sword light outside the window, with an inexplicable sense of unease and oppression in his heart.

'The aura... is a little off... Is there a problem with my state?'

He frowned, always feeling that just a moment ago, something extremely important had happened.

Unable to perceive, unable to capture, he could not find the source of that influence at all.

'Is it my illusion, or...?'

'It's not an illusion...' Yao Di's voice sounded again.

'Something is approaching, reappearing... resurrecting!' His voice also revealed a trace of solemnity.

This was not part of the plan! In his plan to transcend, this strange aura was not originally supposed to appear.

Everything seemed to have shifted!

'Can you detect what it is?' Huo Qingkong asked with a solemn expression.

He didn't trust Yao Di, but he was extremely convinced of its powerful detection abilities.

Even the master who ignited the True Fire was unable to detect Yao Di's detection, so one could imagine how perverted its abilities were.

One must know that True Fire was also called Divine Fire in many places, a powerful flame that only those with the Great Dao of Yuanyin above twenty were qualified to ignite.

In many ancient books, there were many types of True Fire, among which the most famous ones had even been heard of in the mortal world.

The Three Samadhi True Fire, which was so famous, was such an example.

'Unable...' Yao Di replied in a deep voice. 'That aura... is too vast, almost the entire mortal world outside the Sword Sect is. In the Black Mist Sea outside of Pan Light, my several vassals have also noticed the clues of the aura... and this aura is extremely thin, making it impossible to detect its source.'

'Could it be that the Great Tribulation is ahead of schedule?' Huo Qingkong's expression tightened. Such a large scope could not have been created by a single person or a single force; it must be a vast natural phenomenon similar to a natural disaster.

'Impossible, the Tribulation Qi is not yet mature, and there are only a few Qi eyes now, and the intensity is still weak, far from the time of outbreak,' Yao Di denied. 'But...'

'But what?'

'But there is a trace of resemblance to the aura that leaked from your junior brother, Bai Lu...' Yao Di said hesitantly.

'Bai Lu? Impossible!' Huo Qingkong frowned. 'I have also sensed the aura on his body, and it is far from being as vast and powerful as this aura.'

'Rather than saying it's inferior, it's more like the aura on Bai Lu's body seems to be just a small mixture in this aura,' Yao Di said solemnly. 'But no matter what, Qingkong, you must make a decision.'

Huo Qingkong fell silent.

Such a terrifying change had already indicated that a major change was about to occur in the entire Pan Light.

If Bai Lu really underwent a drastic change, then the entire Pan Light might not even wait for the arrival of the Great Tribulation, and would produce immeasurable effects under that terrifying and ancient evil aura alone.

'Once the source of this aura erupts, no one will be able to stop this disaster! Qingkong, only you... if you can step into the supreme realm of Good and Evil Fusion, and achieve the Thousand-Faced God Monarch to purify everything...' Yao Di's tone was unprecedentedly sincere at this time.

If before, he had only intended to bewitch Huo Qingkong, so that after fusion, he would step into the realm of transcendence and leave this place.

Then now...

He was really a little anxious.

There were still so many years before the Great Tribulation, the things he had planned had not been completely replenished, and Huo Qingkong's growth had not been fully prepared.

An additional variable had appeared...

'Good and Evil Fusion...' Huo Qingkong fell silent.

He instinctively felt that once he started the fusion, it might be a devastating change for him.

'I can promise you to start the fusion, but... you have to tell me, who exactly are you!?' He pondered for a while and asked this question again.

In these years, he had asked this question more than once.

Each time, Yao Di evaded or simply lied and skipped over it, or simply did not respond.

But this time...

Yao Di seemed to feel the urgency of the situation.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke slowly.

'Okay, I'll tell you, I am Yao Di, the evil distraction of Ancestor Chi Yuan, but... also...'

(End of this chapter)