Douluo: I heard that Disaster is a waste?

An intense feeling of exhaustion surged into Qian Yue Huan's heart, and she could no longer hold on. The pain in her soul and body, and the mental torment, made Qian Yue Huan faint once again.

When she opened her eyes again, she came to a dark space.

Qian Yuehuan subconsciously felt that she was once again locked up in that dark room by the Spiritual Holy Dragon.

But the next second, Qian Yuehuan saw a naked little boy, who looked about three or four years old.

A real living person!

Qian Yuehuan's mind was stuck for a while before she recognized the person.

"Axok!"

"You're Axing!"

A Xing, the owner of another source of plague, is in a small world in another part of the miracle.

Ah Xing gave Qian Yue Huan a complicated look. Her face was pale, her skin was bloodless, and even her consciousness was extremely weak, so transparent that it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind.

"How could you have put yourself in this state?" asked A Xing.

Qian Yuehuan stepped forward and tried to grab Axing's body, but her hand went through Axing.

Qian Yuehuan opened her eyes wide and looked at her hands, but she couldn't touch them. She couldn't touch them at all.

Was this her dream? Or had she never met A Xing from the beginning to the end, and all this was just her imagination?

Confused thoughts kept filling Qian Yuehuan's mind. She looked up and around, and everything seemed fake.

Is this reality or a dream?

"How are you?"

A tender child's voice sounded from behind, which made Qian Yuehuan's eyes more clear.

Qian Yuehuan looked at Ah Xing anxiously, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and said nervously and incoherently,

"Tell me, how can I use the source of plague in my body?"

"I want to be strong. I don't care what the method is. I just want to be strong!"

"You said that I can become stronger by making disasters happen. I am willing to do that!"

"Even if people say I'm an evil soul master who has done nothing evil, I'm willing to do that!"

"I just want to be powerful! Powerful enough to dominate the lives of others!"

Qian Yuehuan's eyes were full of ruthlessness and an extreme desire for power. She was so eager to change her environment.

Ah Xing sighed, shook his head and said, "There's nothing I can do, and I can't help you change your current situation."

He is just a remnant soul that has been imprisoned for millions of years. He can't even protect himself, so how can he have the ability to help others?

Qian Yuehuan fell silent, but her eyes became more fierce. She clenched her fists, looked at A Xing, and said word by word, "No! You can still tell me everything about the source of the plague!"

"How to utilize the source of the plague, and how to use the divine power gained from the source of the plague."

"Didn't you say you hated being called a scourge?"

"How about we make a deal?"

"I will inherit your throne, and you will teach me all the inheritance about the source of the plague. When I become a god, I will create a body for you, so that you can regain your freedom and even obtain other sources of the universe to become another god."

Ah Xing's face changed in shock, and he had to look at Qian Yue Huan again. She was only five years old, which in the God Realm was just a cub that was born not long ago.

But in front of Axing, Qian Yuehuan seemed like an adult who had gone through a century and endured many hardships.

Qian Yuehuan's eyes were full of determination, his hair was silver and his eyes were golden, and he was too thin to look like a child. Instead, he looked like a madman who had been tortured to the extreme.

A Xing admitted that he was very tempted by the conditions proposed by Qian Yuehuan.

In addition to escaping from the name of "disaster", one can also reshape his body and gain freedom, or even become a new god and live an ordinary life.

And he only needs to pay for the inheritance about the source of the plague. This inheritance is just a piece of knowledge that cannot be realized in his mind.

After all, he made money.