Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 661 He's really ruthless to himself.

While everyone was still basking in the warmth of the new sun, another strange event occurred on the other side of the sky!

The earth trembled violently, something rumbled like thunder in the sky, and space itself was rapidly distorted by terrifying gravity.

Suddenly, everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and the world seemed to shift abruptly, like a reflection sinking into a lake.

Looking up again, the blazing sun and blue sky had vanished, and in the deep darkness of night, a huge moon was crashing down from the sky with terrifying force.

"The moon! The moon is wrong too!"

People are exclaiming in alarm as they emerge from one crisis only to be plunged into another.

Qin Youyou's gaze sharpened.

"The old body has reached its limit..."

The moon we see now is the remnant of her physical body, which she abandoned years ago, and is sustained by her remaining spirituality, laws, and the faith of all beings.

Now that her soul has completely returned to its place and the last connection with her old body has been severed, the moon has naturally reached the time to dissipate.

Everyone's eyes were instinctively drawn to the figure in blue.

The girl's figure standing in mid-air was like a pillar of strength in their eyes.

They knew that as long as He was there, this second heaven would be impregnable.

Qin Youyou urged Tutu to spread its wings and head towards the plummeting moon.

It crashed, it crashed...

close, close...

The moon fell, leaving a long trail of exploding sparks in mid-air, and the moon's original appearance became clearer and clearer in Qin Youyou's eyes.

It is not a cold, cratered planet.

To the average person, it may appear bright and smooth.

But in Qin Youyou's and the gods' perception, it was gradually revealing a female body that was unimaginably huge, still retaining a human outline, but had completely lost its life force.

Her former body.

It has been suspended for millions of years in a near-eternal, curled-up, slumbering posture.

Its entire body radiated a soft yet cold moonlight, and its skin was like the finest white jade, without any trace of decay or damage, as if it had simply fallen into the deepest sleep.

What does it feel like to see your own "corpse"?

Qin Youyou's feelings were extremely complicated.

She couldn't help but think to herself, "Uh, it's quite well preserved, even better than Lady Xin Zhui from Mawangdui in Changsha."

He even subconsciously assessed it with the eyes of a weapon maker, "This skin and bones, the willpower attached to the surface, the primordial power that has not yet been lost... these are all top-quality materials, it would be a real pity to waste them."

"We need to cook it while it's hot... uh, before it goes bad."

Once the thought was formed, she no longer hesitated.

The sun can be reshaped using the essence of the blazing sun and the feathers of the golden crow, but the former blood moon was shattered by her arrow. She must find a way to condense a more powerful moon so that it can share yin and yang with the current sun and maintain a balance.

With a wave of his hand, the Pleasant Goat Cauldron, which hadn't been used for work in a long time, appeared out of thin air.

The cauldron's mouth aimed at the massive, falling corpse and unleashed a powerful suction force!

"What is Youyou trying to do?" Ling Si's eyebrows twitched.

Ordinary people cannot see through the true nature of the moon, but they cannot escape the eyes of the true gods.

Upon seeing Youyou reveal her great cauldron, Ling Yi's pupils dilated in shock, Ling Er's heart skipped a beat, Ying Cancan opened her mouth wide, and the Primordial Golden Phoenix shuddered violently.

Even the domineering Ling San and the emotionless Ling Si got goosebumps on their arms.

"It's not what I thought, is it?"

"That's too cruel."

"No, no, we must be overthinking it..."

Immediately afterwards, Qin Youyou seemed to respond to their words, and she brandished her sickle again, her eyes shining with excitement as she sharpened the blade and plunged it into the cauldron.

The gods present were all terrified, standing rooted to the spot like wooden stakes, their hair standing on end.

The bald creature, which had almost been boiled in Youyou's pot before, now felt the fear of being dominated again. If it weren't for maintaining its floating posture in the sky, it would definitely cover its eyes with its wings to see up close.

Qin Youyou grinned maliciously, raised her knife, and with a fierce slash, plunged her own corpse into the cauldron with a soft thud.

The gleam of the sickle shone with a cool and dazzling moonlight.

As the blade plunged in, the gods all gasped in unison: "Hiss..."

Ying Cancan clutched her chest and looked at Bingbing, "No wonder you only beat me up when we both have amnesia, but not her."

Bingbing shivered slightly.

He said with lingering fear, "Thank goodness I didn't hit her."

This freak even stabbed himself, leaving no trace of his body. He's a ruthless person.

The chubby azure dragon swallowed hard and muttered to his fellow dragons beside him, "Our lord is really getting more and more ferocious..."

He suddenly realized that his wife simply didn't acknowledge him, but compared to that, it wasn't unacceptable.

At least they didn't throw him in a pot to cook, right?

Compared to the astonishment of the gods, ordinary people only saw the beautiful moon being taken into a pure white cauldron by the creator god, and the cauldron shone brightly, illuminating the entire night sky.

Then, the creator god took out a scythe and began to work on the cauldron. Although no one could see what was inside the cauldron, everyone could hear the rapid cutting sound of the blade.

"The noise sounds like someone chopping wood."

"I think it's more like chopping pork ribs."

"Even the moon is nothing more than a victim of our Creator God's blade! Creator God, you're awesome!"

They all looked at Qin Youyou with increasing admiration.

Qin Youyou, however, was completely oblivious to the reactions around her, utterly absorbed in her focus on processing the top-grade materials.

Her clear eyes sparkled with the almost fanatical brilliance unique to a weapon maker.

"Good material, good material..." she muttered to herself as she ruthlessly pounded her hands.

The seemingly ordinary scythe seemed to come alive in her hands, transforming into precise and icy streaks of light that pierced the joints and meridians of that massive body.

“The frame is made of jade, chosen for its firmness and solidity, to bear the weight of the moon.”

With swift and skillful movements, she carefully removed the jade-white bones and placed them into a cauldron, where they were slowly simmered with Netherworld Star Flame.

With the blessing of her will, the bones disintegrated, and the moonlight and laws that had settled within were slowly stimulated. Guided by her spiritual power, they were reshaped and gradually transformed into a bright, illusory frame.

"Flesh and blood are the substance; extract their essence and transform it into the source of gentle radiance."

"Use the black silk as a thread, take advantage of its extension, and weave a warp and weft net."

……

Every step is precise, efficient, and even possesses a cruel beauty.

She was like a master anatomist and casting expert, calmly making the most of her former body.

The gods had gradually gone from initial shock to numb awe, watching intently, not daring to even breathe.

This scene is truly beyond imagination!

Baldy secretly covered his eyes with the tip of his wing, but couldn't help peeking through a crack. Then he shuddered, terrified.

He swore that from this day forward, for the rest of his life, he would be his master's dog!