Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

Chaochao nodded. She had been exposed to certain things and wanted to know the truth.

And if she could help her benefactor in the process, that would be even better.

This world was vast and boundless, hiding many secrets—like why the underworld had vanished.

And why the soul bodies of the dead were all dazed and bereft of their memories.

These mysteries were intimately connected to the mist that had appeared in the Mortal World.

But they knew little for now; answers would only come after they gained control of this world.

Chaochao knew all of this as well.

"By my calculations, my unfilial son should be sending the battleship down sometime in the next few days."

"Marshal! Bad news! We have enemy contact!"

Suddenly, someone came sprinting from the distance, shouting about an enemy attack.

Mr. Zhang’s expression turned grim. Chaochao, however, leaped into the air and vanished into the distance.

"Those shameless bastards from the Yao Family actually brought an army of tens of thousands! Did someone leak the news about our ritual?"

A general standing nearby spoke up.

"Are they planning to launch a sneak attack while we’re unprepared and disrupt the ritual?"

The ritual was a sacrifice to Heaven and Earth.

For a faction like theirs, which aimed to dominate this world, it was of the utmost importance.

It was a way to win the hearts of the people, to show them that they were blessed by Heaven and Earth, the one true, legitimate power.

That was why the ritual was so critical at this juncture.

"Her Highness has already gone to intercept them. She should be able to buy us some time. Marshal, why don’t we begin the ritual now?"

Everything needed for the ritual was already in place.

All that remained was for the Marshal to recite the prayer and perform the rites that only he could, to commune with Heaven and Earth.

Mr. Zhang didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the distance.

The enemy’s war cries were already audible as generals led men to intercept them, but the commotion was immense.

"The fighting has begun, Marshal!"

Mr. Zhang had originally planned to wait for the battleship to arrive before performing the ritual; it would have offered an extra layer of support and protection.

But he hadn’t expected the enemy to be so desperate to ruin the ritual.

Seeing the Marshal still hesitating, the general at his side sighed, then requested permission to lead his own men to join the interception.

The enemy seemed dead set on their course. They had mobilized a large force, and the fighting grew fierce.

In the heat of battle, the shortsword in Chaochao’s hand instantly transformed into a sharp longsword.

Her movements were swift and precise. With practiced Qinggong, she weaved through the enemy ranks, taking the lives of several junior commanders in a few deft passes.

But the enemy quickly ordered their men to surround her.

"You think you can perform a ritual to gain the approval of Heaven and Earth? Dream on! Today, you will be defeated!"

The enemy army roared in unison.

But then—RUMBLE!

A deep rumbling sound filled their ears. High above, dark clouds gathered, and the sky filled with flashing lightning and roaring thunder.

Such a phenomenon was a rare sight.

The Zhang Family’s forces had seen such things before, but never on a scale as grand as this.

Seeing this, the enemy forces immediately began to shout that the heavens were about to punish the Zhang Family, and this strange omen was the proof.

In short, they began spewing all sorts of slander to sway public opinion, spreading words meant to undermine the Zhang Family.

But the moment their leader finished saying the word "punishment," the clouds high above vanished, replaced by a blinding light.

This kind of light had almost never appeared in this world before.

It was a light they had only ever seen in the world above, back when they were alive.

The light shone down upon the land—no, wait, it was only covering one area, shining down upon the Zhang Family’s ritual altar?

’What’s going on?’

’Don’t tell me the Zhang Family has found another backer!’

It was precisely because the Zhang Family kept receiving this kind of aid that they had expanded so rapidly. To stop them from growing any larger, they had allied with outside forces and chosen this day of ritual to strike.

But who would have thought the Zhang Family’s aid would show up again!

And at such a perfect time, too!

’Oh, heavens! If you’re going to favor him alone, then why even let us exist?’

Instantly, the entire sky grew dark and gloomy once more.

A colossal object seemed to burst forth from the heavens, blotting out the sky overhead.

The sheer presence of the behemoth sent a wave of panic through everyone’s hearts.

’What in the world is that thing?’

It wasn’t just the enemy forces; even the Zhang Family’s own soldiers stared up in bewilderment.

So big!

It was just so big!

The Marshal had summoned divine artifacts before, but this didn’t seem to be his doing.

The object was unfamiliar and massive, exuding an oppressive aura.

Chaochao looked up at the object in the sky, her expression a mixture of innocence and confusion. ’Is this the battleship?’

BOOM!

A massive explosion erupted from within the ranks of the enemy forces.

A beam of light shot out from the colossal object, striking the enemy formation. In an instant, every soul body caught in its path dissipated into nothing.

Their souls were obliterated!!!

This terrified the surrounding soul bodies. They panicked, wanting to turn and flee, but military discipline held them for a moment. "General! It’s a catastrophe!"

The spot where the annihilated soul bodies had stood just a moment ago was now completely empty.

About a hundred soul bodies had vanished in that single blast.

’That thing... does it really belong to that old bastard from the Zhang Family?’

’Who the hell are these people, so determined to oppose us!’

The enemy general was about to rally his troops for an attack, but then he saw the colossal object come to a halt directly above the Zhang Family’s ritual altar.

It then transformed into a stream of light and vanished onto the altar.

A moment later, moving with incredible speed, Zhang Shuai appeared between the two armies, riding the battleship, his expression glacial.

The once-colossal object was now only the size of a single ship, clearly capable of changing its size at will.

"Yao Fen! Do you have any idea what day it is? Today is the sacred ritual of my Zhang Family! In choosing to attack today, have you considered the consequences?!"

Old Sir Zhang’s voice boomed like thunder, rattling their very eardrums.

"An army of fifty thousand? Good! Very good! Surrender now, or have your souls obliterated!"