Chapter 272: The Past of Lilith
The slaughter targeting the decaying body of the Shaman Queen continued, the sound of flesh and bone shattering echoed ceaselessly.
An unusual pleasure diluted Luxianbei’s perception of her surroundings, enabling her to overlook the silent changes happening around her.
The dark red glimmers drifting in this strange space had unknowingly turned bright red, resembling the beautiful lady’s moist, red lips after licking them, alluring and vivid.
Then, the bright red glimmers condensed into fine rain, falling gently from an unseen height, softly patting Luxianbei’s body.
Cheeks, forearms, toes…
Merged into her body, silently and imperceptibly.
Thus, her originally fair skin was stained with a faint blush, enticing as if a thin layer of strawberry frosting had been sprinkled on milk pudding.
In a daze, the voice of the Shaman Queen echoed in her ears.
“That’s right, it is indeed like this; we are truly kin.”
“Ridiculous, so ridiculous! It seems you still haven’t realized what kind of existence we truly are…”
The Shaman Queen had completely given up struggling; the final erosion had been completed. What little conscious awareness he remained was about to fall into slumber. At this moment, his words were merely a sympathy towards a lost kin.
In fact, when he, attracted by the imminent success, fully invaded the operational core of the God Realm Yumen, he did not notice the presence of Hong Bian, only seeing Luxianbei who inherited Hong Bian’s powers and control over the God Realm. He sensed the powers he had devoured, unable to suppress the forces belonging to the North Goddess, and he had already anticipated the outcome of defeat.
With the triple pressure of the God Realm Yumen, Miracle Flower, and North Goddess’s powers… it would be quite difficult for him to harm Luxianbei.
And this final erosion, in his view, should actually be considered a guidance.
A guidance for kin to see the reality and destiny!
Clearly, he had succeeded.
The opportunity for success came when Luxianbei witnessed the anomaly triggered by his powers, igniting the latent desire for destruction deep within her consciousness and taking the first action against him…
Just as he had said when he was sealed, as long as the flames of war did not extinguish, he would not completely perish.
And of course, the battle between two Cataclysm Grades was also war, even more terrifying than an ordinary war.
“Useless, no matter how much we do, it is futile… those insects won’t thank us; in the end, they will only fear us, viewing our strength and talent as disasters, finding ways to eliminate us. A brief kindness is merely for the sake of usage.”
At this point, recalling the past memories, the Shaman Queen’s tone inexplicably became more agitated.
In his youth, he had enjoyed the reverent gazes, and in his adolescence, he experienced the suspicion and machinations brought by that reverence, only to finally see the true colors of that group once he reached adulthood.
In front of others, that group treated him as a deity, but in the shadows, they regarded him as a monster; had it not been for his sufficient value for utilization, they would have certainly removed him at the first opportunity.
Not wishing to become a tool for them to exploit and restrict, he could only follow the guidance of destiny to destroy, conquer, enslave, and become a true, ruthless and tyrannical deity, above all, whom no one would dare oppose, not even entertain the thought of facing.
“Don’t believe it? Would rather cling to a beautiful dream and wait to perish than face the truth? Haha, you will see, everything I said is correct.”
“The future is already unfolding before my eyes; a thousand years later, you, who are used as a tool, will inevitably perish, while I, following the guidance of destiny, will awaken from slumber, and the flames of war will once again sweep across the land.”
Not all urban legends can exist for long; existence like Jumeng, which lasted over five thousand years, is absolutely a rare exception in the world, as recently, its powers could no longer maintain their original appearance and only through changing powers could it continue.
Countless examples can prove that a thousand years is enough to cause any power to fall and distort.
The Shaman Queen firmly believed that Luxianbei had not followed the guidance of destiny, and would surely perish after a thousand years, while his current erosion of Luxianbei would serve as the seed for him to seize her remaining powers at that time.
If Luxianbei, under his “guidance,” adhered to the guidance of destiny, then she would inevitably replace him, spreading destruction across the land, and he would then be even less likely to perish; or rather… it wouldn’t matter if he did perish.
Not long ago, Luxianbei had placed an impossible choice before the Shaman Queen, and at this moment, the Shaman Queen returned the favor with a similarly difficult choice.
So, farewell, kin!
…
The Shaman Queen said many things; her voice was small, drowned in the muffled sounds of flesh and bone shattering. Luxianbei, immersed in the pleasure of slaughter, initially did not take notice. It was only when she heard the last sentence that she slightly furrowed her brow.
“A thousand years later? Don’t worry! I will wait for you there…”
After saying this, she resumed the slaughter once again.
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When Luxianbei came back to her senses, the dim light around her was completely swallowed by darkness. It seemed like a long time had passed, as the sky had slid from a sunset painted with crimson clouds to a quiet, pitch-black night.
As the Shaman Queen fell into slumber, the excitement and joy that had soared within her soul vanished without a trace, replaced by exhaustion, numbness, and confusion, even her body felt empty, like a light shell.
It was as if a grand feast had raged on until deep into the night, only to meet its conclusion, with hosts and guests all departing, songs faded, laughter diminished, leaving only the empty venue shrouded in darkness, in disarray, while she was left all alone.
She was truly left behind.
She could even see the figure of “herself,” lonely and desolate, pitiful and helpless, curled up in a dark corner.
Wait! Is this reasonable? I’m not Shen Baiwei, why can I see “myself”? A thought flashed through Luxianbei’s mind, but soon she lost interest in digging deeper.
There was a certain force undermining her will, deeply rooted in her consciousness, reminiscent of the moment she was guided and almost embraced that flame-enshrouded figure, yet it was not entirely the same.
Gone was the brutal compulsion; instead, it was gentle, as if softly saying, “Come, let me show you.” Then revealing everything.
In a daze, Luxianbei heard a crisp, somewhat sorrowful female voice.
Not far away, the silhouette of “herself” sang softly.
It sounded somewhat like an epic, yet also like a song from a distant land.
“Lilith once lived in a place outside the paradise filled with flowers,
A wreath woven from cornflowers and lilies was her only crown.
The wind tousled her long hair, taking away her wreath.
She met a boy who came from afar, the object of her affection.
She lost herself, lost her thoughts, just like losing her wreath.
Reluctantly, she sent the boy away to a place she could not reach.
She offered the boy the sweet spring flowing from paradise, the ripe honey fruits, opening her heart.
But the boy gradually forgot her.
How painful life is, how long the wait is.
The boy returned to Lilith’s side.
He said he longed for fertile lands and herds of cattle and sheep…”
As the song reached Luxianbei’s ears, she suddenly jolted back to reality, realizing what was happening.
It seemed like when that flame appeared, the past of the Celestial Maiden Ya had unfolded before her eyes; now, along with the song, was about to emerge the past of Lilith.
But…
Is this the final dance of the Shaman Queen? What to do? Do I need to condense another witch’s spiritual mark? Luxianbei thought.
(Writer’s note: Writer is stuck, will add more tomorrow, sob sob…)
