Free Web NovelLu Yibei landed silently, stepping on rough gravel, moving forward one step at a time.
On the scarred battlefield, thick smoke rose and flames flickered, as if making way for the arrival of this ominous presence that caused the Disaster, opening a path before her. Enraged tribal warriors, wielding their deformed weapons, rushed towards her, shouting and roaring.
Her peripheral vision swept over her feet, and she casually picked up an abandoned long saber. Holding it in her hand, the surging and cold Spiritual Energy flowed from the constantly trembling core of the Demoness Seed into her palm, then poured into the already broken and chipped long saber. The blade emitted a low hum.
That hum was like a call incomprehensible to humans, a call for blood...
Following the guidance of the call, the blood spilled on the ground and accumulated among the shattered limbs and flesh suddenly boiled. Streaks of crimson shot up, forming a crimson mist in mid-air, which then swirled under the pull of Spiritual Energy.
At the center of the vortex, on the broken long saber, dark red patterns gradually appeared, like a dense network of human capillaries, crisscrossing and quickly outlining dense incantations.
Those were Spiritual Energy circuits and incantations originating from the Da Chunyang Palace's creation of Spiritual Energy items...
A Spiritual Energy item, with the blessing of Spiritual Energy and blood, rapidly took shape.
A few breaths later, the broken long saber in Lu Yibei's hand disappeared, replaced by a blood-colored blade emitting an ominous aura and glowing faintly. Pulverized steel and blood mist, caused by high-intensity Spiritual Energy erosion, clung to and swirled around the blade.
Although limited by the saber's material, this Spiritual Energy item could not be maintained for long, but even as a disposable consumable, it was enough to kill those annoying stumbling blocks.
So, as Lu Yibei turned, the long saber swept out, whistling and bursting forth. Following a hum, the long saber cut through the oncoming scimitar as if severing a willow branch, splitting it in two. The long saber advanced irresistibly, sweeping upward, drawing a crimson arc, and effortlessly taking a head.
“Poof—!”
Blood splattered, and the headless tribal warrior flew backward.
Light and airy, like a piece of silk blown by the wind.
A gruesome wound appeared on his burned chest.
A flash of blood.
Amidst a wail, the tribal warrior's body hit the ground, struggled a few times, then disintegrated and lost its breath.
The next moment, before Lu Yibei could even shake the blood from her blade, a heavy hammer whistled towards her.
“Bang—!”
With a twist of her wrist, the long saber swept across, and the heavy hammer's attack halted abruptly less than half a meter in front of Lu Yibei.
Stepping forward, the blade slid along the side of the heavy hammer, sending sparks flying. Before the rhino-horned tribal warrior could react, crimson spread across his throat.
Before he could fall, Lu Yibei had already leaped up, lightly touching his shoulder with her toe, using the momentum to glide forward.
When she landed again, a dozen figures had already reached her, surrounding her completely.
Long sabers, sharp axes, heavy hammers... various weapons intertwined into a net, instantly enveloping Lu Yibei. Without hesitation, their attacks were vicious and seemingly impenetrable.
Precognition activated, and as a flood of information flashed through her mind, all attacks were seen through.
Full of flaws!
Weak and ridiculous, like children's play!
Then, her figure flickered and vanished, appearing as if teleported behind those dozen figures.
She struck, cleanly and decisively, each blow aimed at a vital point.
“Puff—puff—puff—!”
Sounds of blood splattering rang out one after another, and a dozen figures fell to the ground, unable to rise again.
After stabilizing herself, Lu Yibei slightly furrowed her brow, looking at the even more numerous figures gathered in front of her. She raised her hand and crooked her finger.
Thus, outside the battle circle, more than twenty large trucks, long ignored, roared into motion, speeding past her, raising a fierce wind that made her silver hair and the hem of her long dress flutter...
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In the distance.
Altan, gripping his crescent-shaped twin sabers, dragged his broken body forward with the other tribesmen who, like him, were blessed by the Great Shaman King.
Beside him, figures surged forward from all directions, seemingly oblivious to the deaths of their comrades.
Under the Shaman King's power, physical pain had vanished, and death brought neither sadness nor fear. In fact, they felt excitement and honor from dying on the battlefield.
Anyway, after dying in battle, their souls could return to the Great Shaman King, to rest in the sanctuary of true warriors.
“Kill!”
“Kill her!”
“For the Shaman King!”
“...”
Amidst shouts and roars, a high-pitched, sharp sound suddenly pierced through all other noise.
“Whoosh—!”
A sudden gust of wind, and two “steel beasts” flew by.
One in front, one behind, they streaked past Altan, hot blood dyeing his body, and high-speed flying fragments of flesh and bone pounded his body, causing sharp pain.
At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into a world of only blood and death. In his ears, strange whispers, tempting his will to fall, began to sound.
“Don’t struggle anymore...”
“All resistance is futile before her...”
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Listening to those whispers, Altan's blood-lit eyes briefly dimmed, and his mind wavered slightly. Looking again at the girl shrouded in blood mist ahead, fear surfaced in his eyes.
The power granted by the Great Shaman King also seemed to show a hint of decline under the girl's influence.
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While Lu Yibei was slaughtering, on the wilderness several kilometers from Yumen Pass, the Shaman King raised his head and gazed towards Yumen Pass.
Beneath the brim of his divine hat, made from the fur and flesh of various urban legend, a pair of deep, night-sky-like eyes with double pupils reflected the blood and fire of the scarred battlefield, as if transcending spatial distance.
The tribal warriors influenced by his power seemed to become a part of his body at that moment. He could feel their anger, see what they saw, and share their pain.
Then.
His face, adorned with fierce patterns, twitched, revealing a smile.
“This venerable one truly didn’t misjudge,” he murmured.
He had always been lonely, yearning to share.
Although he had countless subjects and followers in this vast desert, those people only regarded him as a god and could not comprehend all that he had glimpsed.
In fact, when he led his troops to ambush the Longxiang Army Camp, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that there were traces of “peers” not far from the Longxiang Army Camp, and more than one!
From then on, he had begun to anticipate the moment he would meet those two peers again.
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Therefore, when the Long Xiang Army began to retreat, he unhesitatingly commanded his army to pursue them.
He didn’t care so much about the deaths of those tribal warriors, nor did he care if the front was a trap set by Dragon Xiang and Hong Bian. He had long guessed what would happen when he arrived at Yumen Pass, but he firmly believed that he would be the ultimate victor.
At this moment, seeing the raised slaughtering blade through the eyes of those tribal warriors, he felt no blame, only joy.
The joy of finding a peer!
However, this peer seemed to still be lost, not having truly embarked on that path...
“Perhaps... this venerable one should give her a little help?” the Shaman King murmured.
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Not enough, still not enough, still not clear!
Lu Yibei thought so, letting her body, driven by the instinct of the Demoness Seed's core, raise the slaughtering blade again towards the oncoming tribal warriors.
From the very beginning, she had followed the instinct of the Demoness Seed's core to create chaos and slaughter, death and fear, wanting to glimpse where the guidance from the unseen presence watching her would lead her.
However, even after mustering twenty percent of her courage, risking sudden death at any moment, and continuously spreading blood and fire, bringing a war to its end, she still couldn't see the path ahead clearly.
It was as if some mysterious power had blinded her eyes, blocked her ears, and obscured her mind.
Isn't that just messed up?
Do you know how risky that is? Do you understand the principle that two fists can't defeat four hands?
Moreover, those were thousands of hands... a slight misstep could send you off with a knife from who knows where, Lu Yibei thought.
She felt as if she had sold her soul to the devil, plunging herself into the abyss for a chance to glimpse the future, only to encounter an abyss scam syndicate.
She wanted to quit, but she was unwilling.
A psychology similar to that of most /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ scam victims surged in her chest.
I've already lost so much, a little more won't matter!
What if?
What if I give them a little more money, and they actually send the goods over?
Then.
For no reason, a low voice sounded in Lu Yibei's mind.
Someone was trying to communicate with her, speaking an incomprehensible language.
It seemed to be Huihe, or perhaps Tibetan, sounding very similar to the words spoken by those tribal warriors.
However, although Lu Yibei couldn't understand those words, every word echoing in her mind, the rising and falling inflections, seemed to possess a strange power, drawing her consciousness towards an unknown direction, piecing together hazy images before her eyes.
For a moment, her soul seemed to break through the mysterious power that obstructed her view of the path ahead, allowing her to glimpse some scattered images.
It seemed to be a scene from the dawn of the world, with a primordial soup boiling and churning at astonishing temperatures, and scorching sunlight falling unimpeded upon the earth.
Immediately after, it seemed only a second had passed, yet it also felt like a long age. A colossal shadow came from the depths of the boundless starry sky, obscuring the blazing sun, and the night gradually lengthened, allowing the scorched earth a brief period to cool down.
Such a sight reminded Lu Yibei of the increasingly long nights that led to the surge in urban legend.
Finally, the long night descended, and everything plunged into prolonged darkness.
In the darkness, countless vast figures, like illusions, appeared and disappeared, a fleeting glimpse.
Suddenly, a violent roar erupted, as if the entire world trembled with this roar, and then the blazing sun returned to the earth, and the whole world began to awaken.
Figures, some grotesque, some distorted, some tiny, some colossal, emerged from the darkness, multiplying and thriving, occupying their territories, then beginning to expand, fighting each other, slaughtering one another. Shocking battlefields were scattered in every corner of the world.
The entire world, in that seemingly endless struggle and conflict, exuded an aura of decay and decline, as if it were sick and desperately needed a cure.
Thus, as if guided by some power, several terrifying figures descended.
They spread plagues, created slaughter, called forth lava, burned the earth with flames, and stirred up tsunamis tens of thousands of meters high...
Was that... the factors that would destroy the world? This thought flashed through Lu Yibei's mind.
Soon, the chaos ceased in destruction, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Only the giant beast lurking in the deep sea waved its tentacles, the skeleton shrouded in flames sat on the throne, and a head larger than a mountain stared wide-eyed at the sky.
Then, darkness descended again, obscuring the sunlight, plunging the entire world into a long night, waiting, waiting for the light to return.
The Shaman King guided Lu Yibei, showing her everything he saw when he advanced to a Calamity!
When darkness descended again, Lu Yibei suddenly awoke from her confusion, clearly seeing the end of that invisible guidance.
“The factors that destroy the world, Disaster!”
As if hallucinating, she heard a voice filled with terrible majesty say this to her.
As that voice sounded, she saw a figure enveloped in flames exuding destructive aura, gradually becoming clearer in her vision, as if calling her closer, extending an arm towards her, making her feel an uncontrollable urge to step forward and embrace it.
Her intuition told her that by embracing that figure, she would gain unique, supreme power, which almost no living being or urban legend could refuse.
Beside that figure, there were six other colossal figures exuding a terrifying aura, only their vast outlines visible, their true forms unclear. Behind them, countless more figures, seemingly slightly weaker but equally terrifying, loomed faintly.
Lu Yibei, “...”
Is this the direction that power points to?
Thank you! I've seen it, very tempting...
Can you let me get closer and see more clearly?
Lu Yibei thought so, and then, as if in response to her thoughts, the figure enveloped in flames and the six other figures beside it seemed to become slightly clearer, their general outlines now discernible.
“Wow! This is truly amazing, thank you for your grace, but... I refuse!”
As her words fell, she suddenly unleashed all her Spiritual Energy without reservation, directing a shout from the depths of her soul towards the other six figures, and even the countless faintly visible figures behind them.
In an instant, all the authorities within her trembled violently, as if they would collapse at any moment.
She said, “Everyone! Do you hear me? This is my choice, you... Ughhh—!”
Before she could finish, her words turned into a painful wail.
A terrifying force, as if to crush her, descended upon Lu Yibei's body.
The pain, a thousand times greater than the Hundred-Armed Giant's strength, made her wonder if she could even utter, or even think, the word “refuse,” let alone the rest of her inciting words, purely out of grace.
Then, immense fear silently crept into her heart.
She was horrified to find that she could no longer retreat, being drawn towards the figure enveloped in flames with an unstoppable momentum.
As if telling her that she had no right to choose, let alone refuse?
