"She was so fond of you. She was crying out your names as she died. You really should have seen her then, so pitiful it would break your heart." Hua Manzhu laughed mockingly.
Zhou Chen was silent for a moment, then asked calmly, "But she *is* you. Why would you be so cruel to yourself?"
"To be precise, she was only a part of me—and the part I despise the most."
As Hua Manzhu spoke, clusters of brilliant crimson Manjushaka sprouted from the ground. Their roots and stems spread, and in just a few seconds, they had carpeted the area around the Ritual Array in a gorgeous sea of crimson flowers. This startling expanse of red was like fire, like blood, like a wildfire in full blaze.
The Manjushaka, also known as the red spider lily, is the flower of Hell that blooms along the path to the underworld. It symbolizes the harbinger of death, the summons from Hell. For a flower like this, the deathly silent End Realm was actually fertile soil.
