Chapter Seventy-Five: If It’s Not Wrong to Say So, Then It’s Right!
In a dimly oppressive space cloaked in darkness, with a twisted net of flesh and bl**d, uncomfortable viscous plasma, and bizarrely grotesque figures, a storm raged above, emitting a deep rumbling sound akin to thunder. Numerous magpies wove through the storm, their cries, once representing auspicious omens, taking on a tone of severity.
Amidst this apocalyptic scene, it was almost impossible for anyone to notice the presence of a small puppy; even if they did, they would only think to kick it aside.
As the protagonist of this scene, the Haze God’s offspring, at this moment only had eyes for the figure of their enemy and naturally wouldn’t pay attention to the white puppy.
What could a small puppy, seemingly not even weaned, do at such a time?
As it saw the Haze God’s offspring pass by from not too far away, rudely ignoring its existence, the white puppy suddenly felt an intense rage, as if a stray dog had left a mark on its designated utility pole in front of it.
So, it stopped barking and took a deep breath.
It wanted to protect Luxianbei… If it had to say why, it was because the first “milk” it ever drank after being born was fed by Luxianbei, and it couldn’t withstand the uncontrolled spirit energy within Luxianbei attacking it.
In an instant, the air swirled, stirring up a storm.
Following that, this white puppy, which appeared harmless, began to inflate like a balloon at a visible speed.
As sparkling silver electricity flickered around it, the silky soft fetal hair shed, and its round body swiftly developed athletic lines.
The flesh on its back transformed into a viscous fluid, writhing as if boiling.
With a dull sound of flesh bursting, clotted plasma sprayed forth, and numerous limbs erupted from the puppy’s body like fireworks, arms, claws, tentacles… thirty-six different forms of limbs emerged on its back.
In just a few breaths, a fierce and ugly white wolf appeared in this underground space.
Its glossy silver fur stood on end like slender steel needles, but could not conceal the powerful, sinewy muscles beneath. Goat-like horns sprouted from its forehead, and metallic scales shimmered beneath the fur of its massive tail, with tail fins blossoming at the end like a vibrant sunset.
At this moment, it was the white wolf god revered by the canine tribes, as well as the embodiment of the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power.
When the Haze God’s offspring sensed a powerful spirit energy fluctuation behind them and realized something was amiss, turning around, they only saw a flash of lightning in their line of sight, and the next moment, a huge sound erupted suddenly.
“Bang——!”
The sharp-toothed, gaping maw closed upon that slender arm, with brilliant silver light shimmering between its teeth, releasing a violent aura seemingly intent on crushing everything.
“Puff——!”
In the explosive echoes triggered by the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power, a dull sound of flesh tearing followed, putrid plasma arcing through the air.
Claws as sharp as metal daggers scraped across its smooth back, leaving several gashes.
Severe pain hit. Watching the arm held in the mouth of the fierce wolf, a fleeting expression of pain crossed the face of the Haze God’s offspring, beautiful yet devoid of life, but soon anguish was replaced by anger.
Just as they were joyfully preparing to take revenge on their enemy, they were bitten by a dog that appeared out of nowhere; how could that make them happy?
Thus, accompanied by rising rage in their clear eyes, a dense black mist began to swirl from their bloodied shoulder, with an abnormal double helix emerging within the mist.
Soon, amidst a slithering sound of flesh moving, they completed their rebirth from the severed arm.
At the same time, the severed arm in the white puppy’s mouth began to wriggle intensely, rapidly transforming into spirit energy infused with power, spreading into its body, growing dense capillaries, releasing harmful substances, swiftly damaging the spirit energy structure that formed its body.
“Aw——!”
With a painful howl, the white puppy’s body, like a small mountain, crashed to the ground, silver-white plasma gushing from its mouth, quickly dissipating into free spirit energy in the space around.
An intense burning sensation quickly spread from its esophagus to its abdomen, erupting into even more severe pain, as if its entire digestive tract had undergone severe degeneration, bleeding and ulcerating.
Spirit energy seemed to be devoured by something, rapidly diminishing.
Although the white puppy’s birth relied on the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power and the “Canine Tribe’s Hunting Map,” allowing its body to be almost entirely composed of spirit energy, the Haze God’s offspring still had a way to influence the white puppy through its power.
After all, that was a strange power capable of making soil and stone “cancerous,” absorbing the free spirit energy within, directly “cancerizing” spirit energy—why wouldn’t that be possible?
If such a power were also combined with an ability to replicate powers, or became a breeding ground for plagues, it would be a guaranteed k*ll.
The white puppy struggled to rise, but with the flesh infused with the Haze God’s offspring’s power entering its body, its momentum gradually waned, breathing grew heavy, and soon its fur began to shed, followed by its claws, and then its teeth…
By the time it managed to right itself, ready to launch another attack against the Haze God’s offspring, it was stunned to find that its once-proud fangs and claws had completely disintegrated at some unknown point, its limbs and mouth a bloody mess.
In less than a minute, it seemed to have experienced an entire lifetime, transforming from a small puppy into a scraggly old dog, with sparse fur and missing claws and teeth, as if it could freeze to d*ath on some wintry night, utterly threatening no one.
Could such a body still fight, or pose a threat to an enemy?
Indeed, it could self-destruct.
Even though its body was severely damaged, the spirit energy had not yet been exhausted, and the spirit energy capable of unleashing the Hundred-Armed Giant’s power would explode without reserve, enough to reduce the entire subway station to dust in an instant.
But if it did that, wouldn’t it still not stop the enemy?
Its master had already fallen into a deep coma, and with their spirit energy fluctuations continuing to rage, they probably wouldn’t be able to support a new body forming.
That might be the terror of cancer; it doesn’t lead to immediate d*ath, and for a long while, you can live like a normal person, until it fully erupts.
Just as the white puppy hesitated, the howling wind surged from above, followed by a pitch-black metal rod crashing down, piercing the ground before it, vibrating and emitting a low hum.
The hum seemed to say to it, “I will be your sharp fangs!”
Seeing this, the white puppy paused, coming back to its senses as dazzling silver lightning lit up its dazed eyes, releasing a fierce light, and then it opened its mouth wide, gripping the handle of Xuan Ying Luo Fu tightly.
With spirit energy infusing, a towering howl erupted.
As the silver-white lightning coursed through Xuan Ying Luo Fu, sharp silver gleams emerged on the pitch-black metal rod, forming a sword’s edge.
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In the darkness, Luxianbei was being pulled between two powers, a severe pain constantly assaulting her.
In a daze, she felt a flash of silvery light in front of her, like a shooting star.
That lightning seemed to be a strong light suddenly shining in her face while she was sleeping, awakening her in an instant, restoring some consciousness, and almost immediately she heard the whispers of those figures in the dark again.
“Come, be with us, from this day forward, you will be our companion…”
“Before that, let me ask you a question…” Luxianbei pondered for a moment, slowly querying those figures, “Was everything I experienced and did before wrong?”
She was adamant about knowing the answer.
As soon as her voice fell, the alluring whispers in her ears fell into dead silence, and the arms wrapped around her body, attempting to pull her toward the abyss, also stalled.
“They” didn’t know the answer either.
After a moment of waiting, Luxianbei silently sighed, “So you don’t know the answer either?”
“Then let me ask you another question…”
“Do you know who can answer my previous question?”
The stillness persisted.
For some reason, Luxianbei felt as though the force tugging at her from those shadowy figures had quietly weakened considerably.
Seeing that those figures still remained silent, Luxianbei contemplated briefly and murmured to herself, “So, no one can negate my experiences, right?”
“I think I probably understand…”
As long as it’s not said to bewrong, then it must be right?
Besides, as long as I feel it’s not wrong, what do other people’s views matter?!
Such thoughts flashed through Luxianbei’s mind, and in the next moment, she felt her eyes welling with warmth…
