But Xingyuan, dazed by the momentary surprise, stepped onto the journey without much thought. The old man in the black robe, as promised, truly brought new life to the world under his charge, so he naturally kept his mouth shut responsibly.
Xingyuan woke up, feeling as if she had had a very, very long dream, a dream filled with many things she had deliberately ignored.
Through fragments of past memories and the authority of the Heavenly Dao, she "saw" the plot originally meant for her, as dictated by the Heavenly Dao.
After the Ying Tian Beast was born, it was taken away by Ying Qing. Having grown up in the Demon Realm, she naturally thought more of the demon race. However, it ultimately lacked a "heart."
Furthermore, the people of the demon race only wanted to rely on her power to strengthen their race, so they naturally wouldn't indulge her as Xingyue did. Thus, her temperament had always been rather indifferent.
However, in her original plot, this person did not exist. Perhaps this was what the Heavenly Dao referred to as a variable. She cultivated diligently from a young age, and after entering the Myriad Races Realm to receive her inheritance, the little humanity she possessed completely vanished.
After ending her years of karma with the demon race, she peacefully returned to heaven and earth.
Xingyuan lightly tapped her forehead with her fingertip, and all the painful or beautiful memories flooded into her mind. She suddenly understood something: perhaps if she had followed the script originally arranged by the Heavenly Dao, her experiences would have been almost identical to those of the "original hosts" she inhabited in the small worlds.
After many years, Xingyuan explored her power for the first time. She was surprised to discover a fact: her strength increased with each world she passed through.
No, to be precise, her soul became more complete with each world she experienced. A wild guess suddenly popped into Xingyuan's mind: so, was someone deliberately making her change her destined fate and regain her "complete" form?
That would mean that all the so-called original hosts were actually parts of a past "her."
Knowing it was a scheme, yet having to jump into it because of her sister, and thinking about it again, was her encounter with her sister also a scheme?
Xingyuan's gaze was deep. After a long while, she sighed. She could feel that her sister's kindness towards her was entirely from the heart. Therefore, even if others were scheming, Xingyuan was willing to take a gamble. Who would win in the end was yet to be known!
"Tian Ling, next world!"
When Xingyuan opened her eyes again, she found herself holding a cigarette in her mouth, leaning casually against a wall, watching a group of people beating up a teenager.
Xingyuan didn't rush to process her memories, but instead watched the commotion with interest.
"Sister Yuan, should we keep beating him?" a girl suddenly ran up to Xingyuan in a hurry and asked in a low voice.
Xingyuan calmly took the cigarette out of her mouth and clicked her tongue.
As she walked away, she said, "Forget it, it's not interesting. I'm going back."
Ran Xia stomped her foot, clearly reluctant, and quickly caught up with Xingyuan, urging, "This guy is so tactless, daring to bully Brother Yu! He's your person, Sister Yuan, and you're just going to let it go with a beating?"
Xingyuan paused. Unaware of the situation, she calmly waved her hand and said, "Then what do you want? Cripple him?"
"I, I didn't mean that!" Ran Xia shook her head awkwardly. Although she did have that thought, she couldn't do it now.
After all, in the eyes of others, she had always been a good girl.
Xingyuan let out a cold snort, her all-knowing gaze falling on Ran Xia, making her shrink back uncomfortably.
"Alright, it's so late, everyone go home and find your own mothers! Don't just stand here blankly!" Xingyuan then shouted at the crowd and left first.
"Tian Ling, navigate!" Xingyuan said to Tian Ling.
Tian Ling: ‼(•'╻'•)꒳ᵒ꒳ᵎᵎᵎ
Great, its functions have increased again!
Although it thought this in its heart, Tian Ling dutifully pointed the way for Xingyuan. Finally, Xingyuan stood before a luxurious villa.
Tsk! It seems I'm doing quite well this time! Not only do I have underlings, but I also live so well.
In the empty villa, only Xingyuan's footsteps echoed. Xingyuan turned on the lights and looked at the lifeless house, her mood instantly falling.
Fine! She retracted her previous words. She had never had a good destiny.
Xingyuan sat on the sofa and began to receive the memories.
This time, she was a notorious "little boss," in a derogatory sense. Legend had it that she was fierce and terrifying, and anyone who saw her had to pay a toll.
In reality, she just liked to fight. But fighting in school was no longer enough to satisfy her combat desire, so the scope of her fights expanded from her own school to the entire city.
Because she was good at fighting and never lost, she gathered a group of followers. However, because she was too brutal, those who were unwilling to accept it spread rumors everywhere, portraying her as fierce and terrifying, almost to the point of eating children alive.
The original host paid no attention to the outside world, in short, she didn't care about her reputation, so she still firmly occupied the top position on the list of fierce high school students.
She had a "boyfriend."
Xingyuan: (๑ŐдŐ)b
What the hell, she had a boyfriend? That shouldn't be right! Since they were the same person, their sexual orientation should be the same!
Xingyuan hurriedly found this person—Yu Wennian. Seeing that her evaluation of him was that he was a plaything kept when she had nothing to do, her worried heart finally settled.
Her parents were in business, both strong business figures, and it was a commercial marriage with little affection between them. Therefore, after giving birth to her, they treated it as completing a task and devoted all their energy to their careers.
She was left to her own devices from childhood. Her parents hired nannies to take care of her daily life, and seeing them once a year was considered a lot.
They might be in this city today and flying to another country tomorrow. However, in terms of material things, she was quite well-off.
At first, she yearned for familial affection, but later, having never met them even a few times, she lost that idea. But because they were always busy and couldn't attend parent-teacher conferences, she was mocked by others, no matter how excellent she was.
So she used the living expenses they gave her to hire many coaches to teach her martial arts and studies. If anyone dared to mock her, she would directly punch them.
Although she still had her own school, it was just a name. She only attended important exams, and usually spent her time doing what she liked outside.