Punit travels through the Fantasy Novel World and becomes the Cris, the Heavenly Emperor, the Final Villain Of Novel,"Emperor Of Three Realm ". At the beginning of the Travel, he was Suppressed by Ray, the Son of Destiny and the Daughters of the Destiny and his life was at stake. In a Desperate Situation, he awakens the White Washing System. Therefore, His White Washing Starts... ############################ It is inspired From Reborn Villain Makes Heroines beg For Forgiveness. ############################ Starting Of Novel maybe similar at start but will gradually change as I am using is just theme of that Novel. ############################ Try it If You like My Other Novel "Villain : Conquest" ############################ Join My Discord.... https://discord.com/invite/QZRNBpfM
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Outside The Mirror...
In the sanctified chamber just beyond the imposing Mirror Gate, where Cultivators hailing from diverse realms congregated beneath the gentle radiance of ancient glyphs, a moment of profound revelation unfolded with almost palpable intensity. The air itself seemed to thicken with anticipation, suffused with an eerie stillness that belied the tumultuous emotions brewing within each observer.
The Mirror Gate, an artifact of incomprehensible origin and adorned with sinuous serpentine etchings and cryptic arcane symbols, stood as a sentinel between worlds. Its reflective surface pulsated with an ethereal luminescence, as if resonating with a hidden heartbeat that echoed through the very essence of existence. Every facet of its mirror-like facade whispered secrets of epochs long forgotten, teasing at unfathomable powers that lay dormant within its depths.
Amidst the gathered throng of Cultivators stood a petite woman, her delicate form poised yet trembling like a leaf caught in the throes of an unseen tempest. Her voice, barely more than a fragile whisper, shattered the oppressive silence like a crystal dropped upon marble. "What's that vision?" Her words hung suspended in the charged atmosphere, pregnant with a blend of trepidation and a deep-seated foreboding that mirrored the unease etched upon her features. Her gaze remained fixed upon the Mirror Gate, ensnared by the mesmerizing depths that seemed to beckon with both allure and dread.
Beside her, a bespectacled man of scholarly demeanor stood in reverent silence, his countenance drained of color as he bore witness to the unfolding spectacle. "It bears resemblance to the Throne of Three Realm," he murmured, his voice a trembling homage to the divine and the enigmatic. Each syllable carried a weight of reverence and awe, as if the revelation before him transcended mortal understanding and delved into the realms of the sacred and ineffable.
A statuesque blonde, renowned for her unwavering resolve and steely demeanor, shattered the ethereal stillness with a primal scream that reverberated off the chamber's ancient walls. "What in the hell is that vision?" Her voice, a torrent of fury and indignation, sliced through the gathered assembly like a thunderclap, challenging the Mirror Gate to divulge its darkest mysteries and defy the comprehension of those who dared to behold it.
Meanwhile, a soft-spoken figure cloaked in the garb of a scholar muttered under his breath, his disbelief palpable as he wrestled with the implications of what lay before him. "It harnesses the power of all types of Qi!" His voice quivered imperceptibly, betraying the scholarly composure that had been shaken by the audacious revelation laid bare before his eyes.
In stark contrast, a voice rose from the depths of fervent adulation and unwavering devotion. "Cris-sama appears so divine in every vision," declared a devout woman, her eyes alight with a celestial fervor that bespoke an idol's worship and unshakeable faith.
As the atmosphere within the chamber thickened with uncertainty and wonder, one among the gathered Cultivators dared to voice a tentative query, his words fragile as autumn leaves stirred by a gentle gale. "This... this cannot be correct, can it?" His doubt lingered palpably in the air, a sentiment shared by many yet unspoken, as they grappled with the unsettling truths unfolding before them.
Ray interjected cautiously, his tone tinged with reluctant acknowledgment. "It seems the ancient Cultivator's words regarding Emperor Cris's physique may indeed hold merit, don't they? This revelation is unprecedented, to say the least."
Yet amidst the murmurs of uncertainty and speculation, it was Empress Hera who emerged as a beacon of commanding authority and regal presence. "Calm Down, yourselves," she commanded with an unwavering voice that brooked no dissent, her gaze sweeping across the assembly with a steely resolve that pierced through the veil of uncertainty clouding their minds.
When probed further by a curious Cultivator, Hera responded with a detached wisdom that bespoke her profound understanding of cosmic truths. "No such physique is documented within the annals of ancient scriptures, nor has any mortal throughout the river of time laid claim to its possession."
A ripple of intrigue coursed through the assembly, prompting another query veiled in wonder and curiosity. "Void Empress, what does this revelation signify? What enigmatic secrets lie concealed within this anomaly?"
Hera's response was delivered with a measured cadence, her words carrying a velvet-toned allure that cast a spell upon all who listened. "This physique is none other than the Supreme 'Limitless Eternal Physique,' a supreme lineage believed to emerge exclusively during the Golden Era of Union. It is said to confer upon its possessor mastery over all other supreme physiques, destined to ascend as the sovereign lord of the Three Realms."
She thought in Mind, "And every female possessor of a supreme physique within Possesser's era is fated to be consumed by obsession, whether in adoration or loathing with Possesser..." Hera paused momentarily, a fleeting thought flickering behind her enigmatic gaze, "...an eternal curse entwined with the very essence of this fabled physique."
In that fleeting yet profound moment, as the Cultivators stood poised upon the precipice of revelation, the Mirror Gate ceased to reflect mere images and instead unveiled the cosmic dance of destiny itself.
It left them to ponder the profound implications of what they had witnessed within the enigmatic depths of the Mirror Gate—a revelation that had the potential to reshape not only their understanding of cultivation but also the very fabric of existence and the realms that lay beyond.
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Next Chapter "21. Cris's Physique...[2], Sorry For late Update, it's Because My Junior College will soon start so I had make Some Prepations.
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