EVIL RISING AGAIN!-Chapter 17: Reflections of Chaos

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Chapter 17: Reflections of Chaos

The obsidian shard from Vault 9B floated silently before Tian Mo, suspended by strands of his chaotic Qi. Its surface no longer reflected light—it devoured it. Yet as his energy seeped into it, golden cracks began to crawl across the smooth black surface like veins of fire, revealing what it truly was:

A fragment of the Primordial World Mirror.

It was more than a key. It was a lens to fate itself.

From his meditation circle, Tian Mo's eyes gleamed. The shard responded only to the resonance of his Primordial Chaos Divine Sins Emperor Technique, and in doing so, began showing him the hidden threads of the world—fortune in gold, danger in black, and everything in between.

Anna sat beside him, half-clothed, her body still marked with the soft glow of submission runes. Yin Hua stood respectfully behind him, her robes neat, aura sealed, the perfect infiltrator reborn in loyalty.

Images bloomed across the shard's surface—flashes of people, places, secrets.

A woman meditating atop a skyscraper, her body wrapped in silver-blue aura—Elena Zhou, CEO of Zhou Intercontinental Holdings. Cultivator. Widow of a once-renowned Earth-tier sect master. Her physique was impressive, an Earth-grade Ice Lotus Constitution, valuable for cultivation enhancement and energy refinement. But far from divine.

Tian Mo's lips curved upward slightly.

Perfect breeding material, he thought. Disciplined. Isolated. Emotionally starved. She'll fall faster than most once I thread into her weaknesses.

The mirror showed more: a secluded mansion housing a genius teen cultivator, brimming with luck. A military organization quietly researching ancient spiritual tech. Hidden relics buried beneath ancient ruins disguised as university buildings.

Each golden gleam was a path. Each black thread was a threat—or an opportunity in disguise.

Anna leaned in. "Is it showing you fate?"

Tian Mo didn't answer immediately. He pressed a second strand of Qi into the shard, and the images slowed—clarifying.

"No," he said at last. "It shows me weaknesses disguised as fate."

He rose slowly, his black robes rustling with power. "Yin Hua."

"Yes, my lord."

"I want a full dossier on Elena Zhou within three days. Business, cultivation, contacts. Especially anyone with ties to her late husband's sect."

"It will be done."

"Anna," he said, turning toward her. "We'll begin the next phase of preparation. I want you to begin inserting yourself into high-level society—through fashion, charity, or entertainment. You'll find the women they respect. You'll bring them to me."

Anna smirked, eyes dark with hunger. "And how deep do you want me to... penetrate?"

"Deep enough that their souls crave chaos."

He turned back to the fragment and sealed it within a reinforced vault of his own design—made from cursed relics and reinforced with devoured treasures.

For now, he wouldn't use it to leap toward Terra.

Not yet.

He was cautious—meticulous. Unlike those arrogant Heaven's Chosens who raced to the next realm relying on luck and inheritance, Tian Mo knew that every loose end left behind was a leash waiting to be pulled.

"I still have work to do here," he murmured.

His aunt. The woman who raised him in his weakest years—he hadn't forgotten her. She lived in poverty still, unaware of the monster her nephew had become.

She would be rewarded. Elevated. Guarded by cultivator bodyguards and served by those who once mocked her bloodline.

Then there were his old enemies—the bullies, the sons of sect elders, arrogant young masters who once spat on him.

He saw them now with new eyes. Weak. Bloated. Unworthy.

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They would lose everything.

And when the Hidden Circle finally collapsed, it would not be in fire and war—but in silence. In betrayal. In rot from within.

Tian Mo's harem would not just be lovers—they would be the architects of his empire. Women of wealth, power, and potential. Their children—his progeny—would become loyal cultivators and assassins, politicians and puppeteers.

They would bear his blood. His will. His madness.

And when Earth had nothing left to offer, only then would he ascend.

Only then would he claim Terra.

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