Chapter 391: A Girl Needs A Hobby
Stella looked out of her house's window, a light smile tugging at the edge of her lips. The slow ruin of reality before her eyes was simply beautiful. The endless meadow of lush green grass surrounding her house looked sick as it withered away to darkened soil. The once bright lilac sky had darkened to a deep purple with a gradient to grey and flickers of black. It was dreary and would likely invoke a sense of gloom or foreboding in those who gazed upon it.
But not for Stella.
"The heavens tried to take Tree away from me so many times," she murmured as her eyes narrowed at the lowest of the nine moons.
It had once been a pleasant lilac but now faded into the murky darkness of the sky as it took on a grey hue with glowing craters of purple dotting its surface like some sort of disease.
"So who cares if heavens' reality is brought to ruin? They summoned golden clouds of eyes and tried to smite him down. They sent a dao storm to tear him apart and decimate our home. They gave power to undeserving monsters in human skin." Her eyes flickered dangerously as her voice dropped to a harsh whisper, "People label us as evil for going against the heavens when it's the heavens that are truly evil and unjust. They deprive most people of power, only giving the opportunity of cultivation to a select few. Just enough that the demonic beasts are kept in order, and the origins are murdered over and over again. But not enough that the heavens can ever be threatened."
Stella dug her nails into the wooden frame of her windowsill. "Well, I have something to say about that. Fuck the heavens and screw the endless cycles you have established. I'm going to wipe out the beast tide for good, save the World Tree from her suffering, and have Ash spread the opportunity of cultivation. Then as the heavens tremble in rage, we will initiate the era of ascension and do it all over again on the next layer and then the next until we are knocking on heavens' door. So what if we destroy reality in the process? Ash can regrow it in his vision, whatever that may be."
The door to her room creaked open, drawing Stella's attention away from the desolation outside. Jasmine was rubbing her eyes and yawning while holding a doll.
"Master, why are you angry?"
"Everything is fine, Jaz. Just go back to sleep." Stella said with a fake smile as she calmed her expression.