Chapter 110

In the heart of the primordial forest, a few white rabbits nibbled on wild grass while birds chirped merrily from the treetops. A gentle breeze danced across clear streams, carrying the whispers of spring. Everything felt peaceful and hopeful, a picture of harmony.

But deep within the forest, a soft mutter disrupted the stillness.
"I am a disaster…"
As the words fell, a wall of fire swept across the landscape.

In mere moments, millions of hectares of woodland were engulfed in flames. Countless creatures fled as towering infernos reached hundreds of meters into the sky, blotting out the sun and painting the world in apocalyptic hues.

A barefoot little girl walked through a forest of thorns. Wherever she stepped, ash remained. She was confused, dazed, and kept muttering the same phrase—
"I am a disaster."

She paused, crouching to cradle a scorched but still-breathing white rabbit. She wanted to save it—but just as she reached out, crimson flames surged from her palm. The fire formed into a blazing bird—the divine scarlet phoenix—who snapped up the rabbit in a single bite.

"You must embrace your nature," the bird whispered, coaxing like a cultist.
"You are the child of destruction. From the moment you were born, you were fated to destroy all you touch. Those you consume—consider it a gift."

Still dazed, the little girl walked on. She journeyed through mountains and rivers. And wherever she passed, ruin followed.

Eventually, she stood atop a towering cliff and threw herself off. The rushing wind reminded her of her mother's embrace and her father's gentle scolding. But flames wrapped around her mid-fall, cushioning her landing—leaving her unharmed.

She waded into the sea, hoping to drown, only for the waters to evaporate into mist. Each bubble reflected a life she’d destroyed. She sought out wild beasts in the jungle to end her life, but they all scattered in fear. Then the forest burned.

She entered a city and asked its greatest warrior to slay her. But before he could strike, her flames erupted and incinerated the entire city.

She only wanted to understand herself—why did her attempts at peace bring only devastation?

"I told you… you are me, and I am you," the scarlet bird’s voice murmured again.
"Let go. Surrender your last bit of resistance, and I will grant you power beyond imagination. The East Domain is nothing—we’ll remake the world together."

On a snowy peak, the little girl sat hugging her knees, unmoved by the howling wind. Tears rolled down her cheeks, only to evaporate before they could fall.

She gazed at the endless stars above. The last glimmer in her eyes began to fade…

"Hmph. Boring," said a voice suddenly.

Throughout all this, Han Luo had been silently watching. He hadn’t interfered. This was her trial—her burden to bear. If he interrupted, the damage could be catastrophic. At best, she’d become dull; at worst, mentally broken or catatonic.

"But since I promised to help you… it’s time I stepped in."

As her consciousness started to collapse, the phoenix’s aura surged in power. Just then, a meteor streaked across the sky and landed before her.

Han Luo arrived, robed in white and glowing with gentle divine light, descending like a celestial from the heavens.

"Who are you?" the phoenix’s voice rang with alarm.
"Are you… an immortal or a celestial big brother?" the little girl asked softly, her voice tinged with surprise and faint hope.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is—who are you?"

Han Luo smiled warmly, like sunlight melting ice.

"Who am I…?" The little girl looked up, confused, murmuring the question to herself.

"Little one," Han Luo knelt and whispered, "do you want to see your parents again?"

Her eyes flickered with light at the mention of her parents—but the light quickly dimmed again.

"They’re dead! She killed them herself!" the phoenix cackled cruelly.
"You should’ve seen their faces—priceless!"

Han Luo ignored it.
"Have you heard the legend?" he asked her gently.

"What legend?"

"They say at the end of the Immortal Path, one can glimpse the wheel of reincarnation. In that cycle… you might see those you've lost."

"Lies!" the phoenix shouted.
"The Immortal Path leads to eternal life, the ultimate truth everyone seeks. There is no such thing as reincarnation. He’s tricking you!"

But no one paid it any mind.

"Will… will my parents be there too?" the girl asked, voice trembling.
"Of course," Han Luo said with a serene smile. "They’re waiting there for you."

"They’re waiting for me…" she repeated, over and over. With each repetition, her eyes grew brighter.

"NO!" the phoenix shrieked in pain.
"What have you done to her?! She’s resisting me—how can she have such willpower? Who ARE you!?"

Han Luo stood, eyes narrowing at the screeching bird.
"Feathered turkey, I’ve tolerated you long enough."

That thing had been babbling throughout his motivational monologue, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

"You dare insult me?!" the phoenix roared, enraged.
"In my domain?! Die!"

It flapped its wings, summoning fire meteors that screamed through the air toward Han Luo.

"Good," he said, stretching his arms.
"Let’s see how strong my Tenfold World really is."