"Host, have you really made up your mind?" the system asked.
Gu Shengyin smiled: "Of course."
She paused for a moment and said: "Perhaps Iâm not cut out to be a qualified deity. I canât bear to watch those vibrant humans die with my own eyes. Even if thereâs reincarnation, another life, itâs ultimately not the same person in this life, is it?"
The system replied: "Host, not all gods are like that. Itâs just that this world, even the Heavenly Dao, is not perfect."
Only because the system exists outside the rules does it dare to speak this way.
Otherwise, it would surely be detected by the Heavenly Dao.
Gu Shengyin looked at the eternally unchanging sky of the Underworld and said to the system: "Iâm sorry."
She knew her decision was somewhat willful. Originally, the task in this world wasnât difficult, but now, whether she could even consider it completed was uncertain.
The system comforted her: "Itâs okay, Host, as long as youâre happy."
Gu Shengyin: "..."
For some reason, the previously serious atmosphere seemed amusing due to the systemâs comforting words.
She thought she probably encountered the most tolerant, gentle, and good-tempered system in the world?
She chose a place.
Yes, in the Underworld, it was under the tree where she often sat daydreaming.
The fiery red leaves of the Red Maple Tree rustled, two landing softly on her shoulder, the red and black contrasting beautifully.
Gu Shengyin had already closed her eyes, placing her hand on the record book.
The Divine Soul Power entered a profoundly mysterious space through the record book.
In this void darkness, there were countless small and large light threads of various colors.
These threads varied in thickness and color.
They were the threads of fate of everyone recorded in the book.
Gu Shengyin casually picked up a strand, and a string of information flooded into her mind: "Loo Yuan, male, ordinary life, died at fifty-eight."
She released the strand, letting the amplified Divine Soul Power search through the myriad threads for her target.
Found it!
Her eyes focused, and a massive, luminous, phantom hand behind her grabbed into the depths of darkness, emerging with two light threads.
These two threads were vastly different.
One glimmered with a faint blue light, dim and as if it might extinguish at any moment.
The other was a large, dazzling golden beam, its light overshadowing many surrounding threads.
The owners of these two threads were Qiao Zhihe and Ho Qing.
What Gu Shengyin was going to do today was defy fate.
Wasnât Ho Qing relying on her Merit Golden Light to act recklessly? Then sheâll take away her merit and see what else she could rely on for arrogance!
As for Qiao Zhihe...
Since sheâs already defying destiny and canât escape Heavenâs punishment, defying it once more doesnât matter.
She held the two lights in her hands, then began to infuse a powerful force into their destinies.
It wasnât difficult with Qiao Zhihe. Gu Shengyin barely expended effort to erase the Life Pattern there.
But with Ho Qing, it was troublesome.
Gu Shengyin could even feel that her Divine Soul Power, once inside Ho Qingâs light of fate, was like sinking into a quagmire, hard-pressed to advance further.