Chapter 612

Chapter 612: The Return of Seven Sins’ Power

“Why did you have to provoke her?”

“You know you can’t win, yet you keep trying. Did you get beaten again? Do you still remember what General Rong taught you?” Yu Shu sighed softly.

Hearing his words of repentance but seeing the defiance still flickering in his eyes, she knew—he was bound to get beaten again.

Night fell.

Inside the ruined temple, the bonfire crackled, a pot of water bubbling above the flames.

Windchaser stood guard at the entrance, boredom evident in the way he leaned against the doorframe, chewing on a blade of grass.

The soldiers escorting Northern Zhao remained hidden in the shadows, their presence barely perceptible.

By the fire, Zhu Mo threaded a needle. The dignified Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan was sewing clothes for his unborn child. “I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl? If it’s a boy, he’ll surely look like me. If it’s a girl, it’d be best if she takes after A-Wu.”

“I’ll make both blue and pink outfits just in case,” he muttered softly, sitting beside the pregnant Feng Wu.

The nanny and the maids were already fast asleep.

Xie Yu Zhou clutched a wooden fish, drooling in his sleep while letting out soft snores.

“I… I’m going to get married… Heh heh… wife…” he mumbled in his dreams, grinning foolishly.

In the corner sat Zong Bai and his companions.

Zong Bai was no longer conscious, and Lu Chao Chao would occasionally check on him.

Shan Shan lay beside the nanny, still sore from the spanking he had received from his sister. Lying on his back hurt, so he spread his limbs and slept on his stomach instead.

He had grown six teeth now, and at this moment, he bared them in silent protest, glaring at his sister.

Lu Chao Chao smacked her lips in her sleep, and Shan Shan shrank his neck, not daring to glare anymore.

[Hmph! Just you wait! When I grow up and gain strength, I’ll make you pay! I’ll spank you too!]

[If only I had divine power…]

[Then I’d make you suffer!]

Through his drowsiness, he seemed to hear a distant call.

“Master… you have arrived…”

“Master… wake up, Master…”

Shan Shan covered his ears and turned away, but his small body suddenly felt weightless. Startled, he opened his hands—

Huh?

He turned to look behind him and saw himself still lying there.

He reached out to shake the nanny awake, but his hand passed right through her body.

He was transparent!

Shan Shan wobbled as he stood, and with a single step, he floated into the air. The sensation intrigued him.

A voice was calling him.

His heart pounded violently, and an inexplicable instinct urged him to follow.

He drifted before Lu Chao Chao, tempted to pinch her cheeks or kick her.

But recalling her terrifying strength, he hesitated and sulkily withdrew his hand.

Muttering under his breath, [When I have power, I’ll make you suffer! You’ll beg for mercy!]

Then he turned and floated out of the ruined temple.

As he passed Windchaser, the man spat out his grass stem, frowning.

Strange. For a moment, he felt the wind shift.

But sensing nothing unusual, he simply crossed his arms and continued standing guard.

Shan Shan didn’t know where he was going, only that the voice guided him deep into the desert.

There, something enormous and hidden awaited.

“Master…” The voice grew more urgent, filled with a deep, seductive allure.

“My Master, you were born to stand atop the Three Realms. All living beings should kneel before you. Master… Master…”

“Accept our offering…”

“Master, reclaim what is rightfully yours. Make the Three Realms tremble. Let all bow at your feet. No more bending to others, no more suffering indignities. Power, strength… everything belongs to you.”

“Our King, come and take our offering. Reclaim your strength.”

Under the moonlight, Shan Shan hovered above the desert. In its depths, a wild sandstorm churned, forming an ancient array.

As the formation appeared, Shan Shan entered its heart.

Darkness swallowed him, and a violent, tainted aura coiled around him.

A furrow formed between his brows.

Strangely, he felt like he should enjoy this atmosphere.

Something about himself felt… wrong.

A faint light pierced the darkness.

Countless figures clad in black robes gathered, waiting.

As Shan Shan arrived, light erupted all around.

The symbols etched into the ground, the surrounding structures—they were both foreign and familiar to him.

At the highest point sat a throne.

“Has the Master returned? It must be the Master!” The black-cloaked figures fell to their knees.

They couldn’t see Shan Shan, but they could feel his presence.

“Master, at last, you have heard our call. We welcome you back.”

“Master, you are the King nurtured by the essence of the Three Realms. You are destined to rule over all. According to your birth cycle, you are not even a year old yet. But as you grow, your memories will return.”

“Your power will gradually awaken.”

“Master, we have been preparing for your return.”

“Once your strength is restored, no one in the Three Realms will be able to stop you. You shall reign supreme.”

Shan Shan’s eyes gleamed. He whispered, “The pinnacle of power? The peak of the world?”

“Yes! No one can challenge you.”

“I can do whatever I want?”

“Of course!”

“Welcome back, my King! Return to the pinnacle of the Three Realms!” The crowd knelt in reverence, chanting ‘Seven Sins’ name.

Shan Shan hesitated.

In a flash, he saw a man clad in black seated on the throne, accepting the worship of countless followers.

Before he could react, a force pulled him into the center of the array.

At once, the symbols beneath him flared.

Dark energy surged from every direction, flooding into his body.

“Ahhh!” Shan Shan screamed, overwhelmed by the violent influx of power. His tiny form trembled as if it would burst apart. He struggled to break free, but the force held him fast.

The energy was ruthless and domineering, filling his mind with chaotic emotions, threatening to drown him.

Cold sweat dripped from his brow. Looking closely, he realized—the formation beneath him was painted with fresh, glistening blood.

A savage instinct stirred within him.

His eyes burned crimson. His very blood howled with violent urges.

Pain. So much pain…

His small hands twitched, then clenched into fists.

He wanted to crush a mortal’s throat. He wanted to silence the endless screams in his mind.

At last, Shan Shan collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat.

His fingers pressed against the earth, and cracks splintered outward beneath his touch.

Staring at his hands, he was dazed.

He could feel it—his tiny body now held immense, terrifying power. Power that demanded destruction.

“Master, your body is still too young to fully withstand this strength. You have reclaimed only a portion, but it is enough for you to live as you please.”

“Go forth and do as you wish.”

The voice faded into the distance.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the ruined temple.

And before him—was the sleeping Lu Chao Chao.