My name is Tu Sheng and I am a mandala flower.

Just a most ordinary red mandala.

I have no memory, and from the very beginning, a voice told me that I should continue to grow until I became the most honorable white jade mandala so that I could take on human form.

I can go from the east to the west of the earth, measure every inch of land with my feet, and chase the rising and setting of the sun.

The mandala is supposed to absorb the soul of a person after death, but in the desert, there are too few people, let alone the soul after death. I wanted to become a person as soon as possible, so I started looking for other ways.

This search is more than 300 years!

One day, tens of thousands of people were fleeing in the desert where I had roots, and I used ecstasy to lure them to a safe place to prevent them from dying in the desert.

Although these tens of thousands of people are safe, there are still people who are dying, so I want to use my roots to help them, at least my roots can provide them with some strength, and they will not die in a short time.

One day, however, my roots miraculously grew after inadvertently sucking the blood of a human being.

It dawned on me that this could be the other way!

I am like a happy child, carefully caring for these people, for fear that they will die, as long as they live, I have hope of continuing to grow!

So I started to get bigger, and I used to shrink my body so as not to attract the attention of other horrible creatures, but now I don't care so much, I want to protect these people. Maybe that's what the voice told me, saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, I have saved so many people's lives, and God has finally opened its eyes and given me another way.

I turned my body into a kingdom, using flower petals as a wall to help them defend against foreign enemies, and a heart of flowers into a sacred mountain to place their faith.

I sprinkled the pollen I had carefully cultivated all over the country, and the seeds of the mandala were left in the bodies of tens of thousands of people.

The mandala flowers bloomed, and everyone was a red mandala, just the lowest mandala like me, but I was very happy, as if I saw my child growing.

These tens of thousands of people have multiplied for decades, the population has swelled, and my body has grown larger and larger, eventually turning into a huge kingdom almost a thousand miles in circumference.

People call the outermost petals of my flower the One City, the Second City, and the Three Cities, and the closest place to the center of the flower is called the Three Cities.

Everyone helped me feed the mandala, and finally one day, a purple mandala appeared, and when the person was printing nine petals, the mandala in his body finally showed a different change, so I summoned him into the holy mountain, which is where my flower heart is.

I wanted to study what was going on with this purple mandala, but that person was too weak, I just took off the purple mandala, he died, I was afraid that everyone would be suspicious, so I passed down the holy oracle, all those with nine petals can enter the holy mountain, become the pride of the entire Tusheng country, and have the qualification to set foot on the gate of heaven.

People did not suspect him, and thought that that person had already entered the gate of heaven.

As a result, more and more people fell into the frenzy of feeding the mandala, and everyone wanted to be the one who could walk into the holy mountain.

Over the next 100 years, more and more purple mandalas appeared, and the whole country showed a positive vitality.

After another hundred years, the blue mandala finally appeared, and I was overjoyed that it was getting closer and closer to my goal, so I sent down an oracle, stipulating that red should be slaves, purple would be commoners, and blue would be nobles, and I would ripen the blue as soon as possible and give birth to the supreme white jade mandala for me.

However, the step from blue to black gold is too difficult to cross, let alone the evolution of black gold to white jade.

Time passed little by little, and I gathered countless blood in the heart of the flower, just to wait for the appearance of the black gold mandala, or even the white jade mandala, as long as I cultivate one, I can borrow it from myself, maybe I can become a white jade mandala, and when the time comes, I will turn into a human form and live happily ever after.

I was tormented by such extravagant expectations, and I wished that the black gold mandala would appear immediately, and then the white jade mandala would also appear in front of me.

Under such torture, another hundred years passed, and the black gold mandala finally appeared, and the person also chose to enter the holy mountain after the nine petals, saying that he didn't want to go to the gate of heaven, he just wanted to leave here.

I agreed to him, but on one condition, that is, to feed the black gold mandala completely.

So he walked into the lake of blood that I had prepared, but this feeding was five years.

The man had been dead for a while, but the black gold mandala was still supporting his body, and it seemed as if it had plundered his body, but it was still using the blood lake to feed the black gold mandala above his head.

This black gold mandala makes me feel uneasy, but I am not reconciled, this is the only black gold mandala, in case I miss and wither, I don't know when the next one will appear.

Just when I was hesitating, another royal mandala appeared, and at the time of the first flowering, the signs of the white jade mandala had already appeared, and I was overjoyed and prepared to go down to the holy mountain to meet it in person.

But when I picked it up, I regretted it a little, because the person who fed this mandala was so funny, and it even reminded me of the sound that had been echoing in my head hundreds of years ago.

I felt happy talking to him, and this happiness was the first time I can remember it.

I think it would be nice if that was the case. At the very least, I can still have a companion to talk to, because no one has spoken to me for hundreds of years......

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Above the blood lake, Su Heng, who fell into the memory of the woman in red, suddenly opened his eyes in shock, and he looked at the woman in red beside him, "You are really a ...... of life."

"Yes, in fact, you have already seen my body, this Tusheng Kingdom is my body......" The woman in red had a smile in her eyes, "Su Heng, are you willing to accompany me here?" I can not kill you." ”

"If I can feed the white jade mandala, can you really transform into a human form?" asked Su Heng.

"I don't know......" The woman in red shook her head a little lost, "but I know that if you really want to continue feeding, there is a good chance that you will become a part of the mandala's body like that person." ”

"Have you ever thought that there seems to be something wrong with your direction......" Su Heng took the initiative to look at the woman in red for the first time and said with a serious face.