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Su Yuniang saw that they were stunned and breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the most optimal solution.

This Three Flowers of hers carried the thick aura of the No-Life Sect, and she was shouldering the blame of the No-Life Sect!

If she didn't want to be executed as an evil cultist, what should she do?

Most people wouldn't think of a way to survive, but Su Yuniang's thinking was agile, and she thought of the only way to survive:

"Say that the princess in front of you is also an evil cult, still our Mother of No-Life."

At this point, regardless of whether the princess believed it or not, she wouldn't dare to call for help.

She thought she wasn't.

But what if?

Suddenly, a transmigrator from over two hundred thousand years in the future claiming to be the future Mother of No-Life would have to weigh the gravity of such a claim.

If it were true, not only would this Three Flowers be executed, but she herself would be too.

She couldn't afford to gamble and didn't dare to shout.

Su Yuniang pondered in her heart:

"No matter how long we can deceive them, being able to delay for a while and gain more information is a gain."

This identity as a member of the No-Life Sect was a huge burden.

This was a hellish start.

If she was an ordinary Three Flowers with a normal start, she would have the confidence to survive and gather more intelligence.

At this moment, Princess Xin'e truly wanted to open her mouth and shout that evil cultists had invaded, but when the other party shouted "Mother of No-Life"...

Her voice stopped abruptly, and her mind fell into chaos.

The two maids: "..."

They also felt terrified, wondering if they should call for help to expose the princess as a future Demon Sect bigwig...

No.

We're the princess's confidantes.

If the princess were to become the new Mother of No-Life in the future, we might as well be her Left and Right Guardians?

If we exposed the princess and we ended up being the Great Demons of No-Life, would we also die together?

"Welcome Mother, for ten thousand years and more, unify the martial world."

Su Yuniang said solemnly:

"Two hundred eighty thousand years in the future, the Nine-State descends into chaos, and all living things perish."

"Xu Huan and others used the power of the survivors to overturn time and return to the past before this period in history."

"Our No-Life Sect also infiltrated, successfully escaping to the past two hundred eighty thousand years ago."

"We brought the last three thousand members of the No-Life Sect, all powerful great cultivators above the Two-Phase Realm, but too many unexpected events happened, and now all of our cultivation has disappeared."

She was referring to those low-level female prisoners without cultivation.

It's not that our cultivation was too weak, but the chaos of time was too terrifying, and we lost our cultivation.

"Now our three thousand elite have traversed back to serve you!"

Her voice was extremely heavy and serious:

"The tragedies of the future can all be changed."

"You are the hope of the future, and our three thousand people will follow you to battle against the entire world. Please prepare to face the future twenty-eight thousand years from now, to overturn the dark taboos enveloping the whole Nine-State."

Su Yuniang's words left Princess Xin'e's brain struggling to keep up: "Why should I fight against the entire world?"

Su Yuniang: "We're here to help you."

Xin'e: "Why should I fight against the entire world..."

Su Yuniang: "Because you're the future Mother of No-Life~"

Princess Xin'e's mind was a confused mess for a while before she whispered, "Wait a moment, let me sort out my thoughts."

"Alright." Su Yuniang said respectfully, but she wasn't idle, "You are the future Mother of No-Life, you can't escape your destiny, please lead us to restore glory."

She had the three thousand No-Life Sect members beside her chant in unison:

"Greetings, Mother of No-Life!"

"None like No-Life!"

"Praise No-Life!"

Several thousand fervent voices rose and fell, as if they had seen the master they served.

This scene had a shock akin to the return of the Dragon King after three years, with a massive army marching forward.

Princess Xin'e's mouth opened wide in shock, silent.

After the shock, her intelligence finally began to reclaim its high ground:

"I don't care who you are; if you're saying that, at least you need to present evidence. First of all, I'm a mortal who can't cultivate, so how could I possibly become a powerful being in the future?"

Because I deceived you, you were originally a mortal.

Still, you were the kind of unremarkable mortal princess from two hundred eighty thousand years ago, a burial accessory of the Imperial Mausoleum.

But of course, Su Yuniang couldn't say it like that.

If the other party thought she hadn't died and had a future, she would just create one for her.

She explained, "You cannot cultivate now, but you can in the future, as you will plant a Postnatal Spirit Root!"

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"The era will shift, like a sweeping tidal wave that cannot be stopped by human power; even your father, the contemporary Saint, will not be able to stop the torrent of this world."

"This is a transformation of the era."

"This is a great revolution in human history evolution."

"It's like the ancient ape-men stepping out of the caves, learning to hunt, and entering the era of the Hunting Tribe."

"However, the Xin Dynasty remained strong, spending over ten thousand years before the new Jiu Shui Dynasty overturned your era."

Princess Xin'e nodded.

Powerhouses need to grow.

A powerhouse who could break through the One Heart Realm within ten thousand years was already a rare genius.

Like Jian Xin, a Two-Phase Realm Great Perfection at a few thousand years old, everyone believed he was a candidate for future Sect Leader.

The ordinary mortals who planted Postnatal Spirit Roots continuously came forward, and after establishing the path of cultivation, it took over ten thousand years to build a force capable of contending with the Celestial Spirit Root camp.

The timing completely matches.

"And you, secretly planting the Spiritual Root, have been nurturing and gathering strength in the dark over these hundreds of thousands of years."

Su Yuniang said:

"No one knows you succeeded the No-Life Sect, became the Sect Leader, secretly biding your time, while on the surface, you're still a weak court princess."

Xin'e furrowed her brow, "So, I defeated this generation's Mother of Non-Life?"

No-Life Sect has been passed down for a long time.

The outside world does not know how many generations of replacements the Mother of No-Life has undergone, but there certainly have been replacements.

"Yes!"

Su Yuniang sighed at the vicissitudes of time:

"Even the No-Life Sect must adapt to the tides of the era; the sect members of the No-Life Sect have their roots in the lower-tier cultivators of the masses."

"And now, with the arrival of the Postnatal Era, we naturally need to merge with the Postnatal Spirit Root and absorb followers with Postnatal Spirit Roots."

"You defeated the previous generation's Mother of Non-Life and made diligent efforts, revitalizing the followers."

"You enacted new reforms, began preaching among mortals without Spiritual Roots, letting them plant Clover on their bellies, so they give birth to outstanding scholars who can plant Postnatal Spirit Roots."

Under Su Yuniang's constant explanations, a vivid storyline of a leading female protagonist from a women's novel appeared.

Plots, lurking, patience, face-slapping, countless excellent followers.

The more Su Yuniang spoke, the more excited she became:

"Even the current Nine-Whisker Saint, the most stunning and great existence in human history, was once your suitor. It is said they pursued you madly, wishing to have eighteen babies in one birth, aiming for one Crazy Scholar."

So what if I mock the Saint's romantic history?

Even the transmigrator Xu Huan next door mocked the Saint wildly, saying he is dead and will become the great terror of human history in the future.

It's a minor issue!

He can touch it, but I can't?

If the Saint wants to settle accounts later, he should look for Xu Huan.

Here, I whisper secretly, not spreading it outside, and no outsider will know.

The two intimate bath maidservants beside were shocked, covering their mouths: "Such an exaggeration? Even that great terror at the end of time, actually... for our princess?"

Who would have thought that the weak princess from the Xin Dynasty, who had no Spiritual Root and wasn't favored by anyone, would become the No-Life Mother who is renowned throughout the world after two hundred and eighty thousand years?

An incomparable shock in the heart.

Even Xin'e herself became more and more confused as she listened.

But the opponent's evidence, details, techniques of planting Spiritual Roots, and cultivation techniques all proved that they indeed possessed "advanced technology" far ahead of their time by more than a hundred thousand years.

They were indeed transmigrators from the future.

This mysterious group of Great Cultivators capable of traveling through time came at the risk of their lives, even losing their cultivation to the point of being like mortals, and were discovered by me, a mortal...

It shows the severe damage they suffered!

All this just to return to the past to assist me?

How incredible!

She couldn't help but think:

Could it be I am truly the Mother of No-Life?

"Tell me more about the historical landscape of twenty-eight thousand years from now."

Xin'e pondered for a moment, "I can't trust you yet, need to distinguish right from wrong."

...

...

Outside the Princess's Mansion of Xin'e, on the street.

A few young cultivator prodigies, carrying secret treasures to conceal the aura of living people, walked within this Imperial Mausoleum.

Concealing their aura, traveling in the Secret Realm, stealing, was their habit.

As long as they didn't make drastic moves, they wouldn't be discovered.

And in front of them was the largest Secret Realm in human history, the Imperial Mausoleum.

"A few newly arrived prodigies claiming to be transmigrators have made such a big scene," one young man said in a deep voice.

They were very dissatisfied.

The Saint had, batch after batch, sent over seventy groups of prodigies, hiding them well.

These were life seeds arranged by the Saint, sent ahead into the "Future Capital City" Secret Realm to establish identities for themselves.

Now, some have become disciples of Great Sects.

Some are even low-tier officials in the Court, having done quite well.

"I heard someone has already made it to the position of patrol guard in the Capital City, even as a squad leader."

"Our identities are still too weak, relying only on copying books, some future great scholars' poetry collections, to gain fame in various study halls and build good relationships with certain talents."

"Famed far and wide, courtesans invite us into their boudoirs, yet we cannot... sigh! We can only watch, knocking them out to prevent exposure."

"We infiltrated in advance, gaining an advantage, but unfortunately, the positions aren't high enough."

They chatted, feeling the customs and habits of two hundred and eighty thousand years ago on the streets.

Suddenly, they saw the large characters of [Princess's Mansion of Xin'e] on the street side.

"This Saint has hundreds of princesses, but not few in this dynasty are skillful and battle-ready, and not easy to infiltrate if highly cultivated," someone chatted casually.

"This princess with no cultivation aptitude is our best infiltration choice, with a high status, not easily discovered."

"Brother Maowen previously tried to apply as a guard for this Princess's Mansion, but failed."

"Princess Xin'e is famous for her good temper, kindness, and rescuing mortals, but unfortunately, her mansion is very exclusive, she likes quiet, and it's difficult to infiltrate."

"Infiltrating to high positions is difficult."

This previous dynastic Saint had no Prince under him, only Princesses.

The first-tier Princesses are naturally those Great Cultivators, but infiltrating the mansion to become close maidservants or tea servants... is easily discovered.

The second-tier unfavored mortal Princesses are instead the best choice.

They regrettably glanced at Princess's Mansion of Xin'e and turned to leave, continuing to blend into the crowd:

"Never mind, no one can infiltrate, and our current hidden identities aren't bad."

"When the Saint enters the tomb, when this old Saint surfaces, let's see how we each use our hidden identities to show our Divine Techniques."