Free Web NovelWhat happens to an ordinary person who, influenced by Calamity level power, temporarily gains power, but then loses the source of Spiritual Energy?
Shen Baiwei knew the answer to this question far better than Lu Yibei, who had secretly orchestrated all of it.
Because she had seen it with her own eyes.
The research into creating mass-producible and easily controllable "Psychic" by using special rituals to connect ordinary people without Spiritual Energy potential to the authority of a high-level urban legend, and using the high-level urban legend as the Spiritual Energy supply, has never ceased since the establishment of Tethys Laboratory.
Of course, it has never succeeded either.
And as for the ordinary people who were experimental subjects and lacked Spiritual Energy potential, besides losing their power when the Spiritual Energy supply was cut off, the chronic ailments accumulated in their bodies from long-term overloading with external Spiritual Energy would all erupt in an instant.
Some things, if you can't fit them in, but insist on forcing them, then there can only be "tissue tearing"...
At that time, terrifying symptoms, including but not limited to sudden death, urban legend transformation, bone liquefaction, and the spontaneous disappearance of organs, would appear on their bodies.
In short, certain death!
It's like installing an ultra-high-power engine on a toy car and forcibly starting it.
Could that possibly end well?
Even if it could run, it would be completely scrapped after just one use.
"They will all die." Shen Baiwei looked at Lu Yibei with a solemn expression and said, "Or perhaps, the moment they were eroded by the Shaman King's power, they already entered a state of chronic death."
If they had even a little Spiritual Energy potential, it would be even worse; they would almost certainly turn into completely irrational mutated urban legend... Shen Baiwei added in her heart.
"Davari, you're quite knowledgeable!" Lu Yibei nodded and said, "It seems entrusting this arduous task to you was not a mistake at all."
"Don't have any psychological burden either. You should think of it this way: they're already not long for this world anyway. We're just slightly utilizing the fact of their impending biological death to create a social death funeral for them, and incidentally, gain some benefits for ourselves and the beings of the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate."
"How is this any better than... well, better than selling films at a funeral parlor?"
Although the Disaster had a point, was she not afraid of the punishment of The Serpent of the Years at all? Shen Baiwei looked at Lu Yibei, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Although she no longer needed to worry about The Serpent of the Years' authority harming her because it couldn't devour the "correct" past, this did not mean that the punishment of The Serpent of the Years would not descend upon both of them.
They had already caused too much influence on Yumen Pass a thousand years ago, and the resulting changes were probably so great that time could not fully correct itself.
Immediately after, before she could organize her thoughts, there was a knock on the door, and then a low, male voice came from outside.
"Miss Shen, I am Soldier Chen Long, I have arrived."
Hearing this, Lu Yibei gave Shen Baiwei a look, took two steps forward, stuffed the Rouge Transformation · Incantation-Stabilized Mask and several small pieces of paper into her hand, patted her shoulder, and said, "I'll leave this to you. Take some time to look at these small pieces of paper; consider them your lines for the play later."
"To be honest, I'm quite confident when it comes to provoking others!"
As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the room's window, climbing onto the windowsill. Just as she was about to leap out of the window, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and said to Shen Baiwei, "Oh, right, be prepared to reload your save here. If things go wrong, we'll bail immediately!"
They had already tried their best; if they still couldn't save the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate from its gradual descent into the abyss, then they could only make a quick escape and save their own lives first.
With that, Lu Yibei lightly tapped the windowsill with her toes and soared into the air, her figure disappearing among the undulating buildings outside the window.
Reload save? Looking at Lu Yibei's retreating figure, Shen Baiwei's heart skipped a beat.
Although she hadn't completely lost the ability to "reload save" after successfully changing her Spirit Mark authority, using that ability meant having to directly face the authority of The Serpent of the Years again.
For Shen Baiwei, this was like tearing open a scab and enduring pain, facing fresh blood, just after a wound had barely healed; she instinctively resisted it.
Before Lu Yibei woke up, she could use the excuse that "the Disaster hasn't woken up, so I can't leave her and go back alone" to avoid "reloading save," but now she seemed to have no excuse...
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After leaving Daimu Courtyard, Lu Yibei headed straight for Chawan Temple.
Before Shen Baiwei appeared before the public as Miracle Saint Fang Ji, Lu Yibei had indeed reserved ample time, but this time was not for convincing Shen Baiwei, but for finding a way to communicate with Hong Bian and managing to do so.
Although she had already seen through the Shaman King's scheme of eroding and corrupting the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate and had found a way to break it, she did not believe that she alone could cut off the Shaman King's Spiritual Energy supply to the corrupted people in the city.
The simplest and quickest way to cut off the Shaman King's Spiritual Energy supply was to inflict damage on him, making him unable to attend to the corrupted people.
If she could severely wound him and force him into slumber, that would be even better! frёewebnoѵēl.com
It was no easy feat for a Calamity level urban legend to reawaken through legends; otherwise, those Half-Guitan tribes would not have wandered the Gobi Desert for thousands of years.
However, all of this was merely Lu Yibei's conjecture.
Alone, without breaking the Shaman King's seals, she didn't even have effective means to attack the Shaman King. If she forcibly broke the seals, she wouldn't be a match for the Shaman King.
After much thought, the only method she could think of was to seek help from Hong Bian.
"..."
Although Hong Bian had integrated himself into the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, he shouldn't be completely unable to communicate, right?
That monk didn't seem like someone who would do such a thing without leaving any way out! Lu Yibei thought.
Seeing Chawan Temple appear ahead, Lu Yibei slowed down and quietly ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) landed in the open-air courtyard at the entrance.
She had come to this courtyard with Shen Baiwei not long ago. At that time, it was still filled with exotic flowers and plants, flowing with vibrant Spiritual Energy fluctuations. But now, most of the vegetation in the courtyard, along with Hong Bian and Hong Bian's God Kingdom Prototype, had integrated into the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate. After several days of drought, most of it had withered and died, exuding a heavy aura of death.
Suppressing the sigh of change in her heart, Lu Yibei passed through the small courtyard and quickly entered the depths of Chawan Temple, soon seeing a group of monks who remained there.
After briefly observing the state of the monks, she froze in place, her mood gradually becoming solemn.
Excluding the Longxiang Army Armored Soldier who were previously ambushed in Chawan Temple and had now withdrawn, there were not many monks in Chawan Temple, but most of them were young and strong men, and all possessed a certain amount of Spiritual Energy. Logically, even if something happened to the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, they should be the last to fall.
But what Lu Yibei saw was completely different from what she had imagined.
After Hong Bian's God Kingdom Prototype disappeared, among the remaining buildings, figures dressed in moon-white monk robes were scattered everywhere, either lying or sitting, their expressions numb, like corpses. There was not a trace of vitality or life in them.
It was as if they had lost their ability to perceive the outside world.
Their clothes seemed to have not been changed for a long time; they were dirty and stained, some no longer distinguishable from their original moon-white color.
If they didn't even wash their clothes, there was no mention of cleaning the temple.
The long corridors were covered in thick dust, looking as if no one had stepped on them for centuries, far more than what could accumulate in just a hundred days. Various garbage was carelessly discarded: broken pottery, crumpled scrolls, moldy and spoiled food... Everywhere she looked, it was littered.
After observing for a while, Lu Yibei even saw a few fat rats crawling on two or three monks a little further away. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Those rats were brazenly gnawing at their flesh, leaving behind horrifying wounds.
Some wounds had already begun to rot, putrid blood oozing out and forming puddles, maggots wriggling in the decaying wounds, emitting chilling sounds when bitten by the rats.
They were still alive, their chests still rising and falling with faint breaths, but they made no move to drive away the rats and insects that were slowly taking their lives.
"Hello? I have some questions I'd like to ask."
"Hey! Can you hear me?"
"Esteemed High Monk, may I borrow your head for a moment?"
"..."
Lu Yibei tried calling out to the monk closest to her, gradually raising her voice, even feigning to grip the monk's throat with her hand, but the other party remained motionless, as if completely unaware of her presence.
Lu Yibei, "???"
What the heck? What's going on? Did the people they followed lose their dreams and become useless after their leader left the world?
As she was wondering, a monk in the distance, as if stimulated by her arrival, suddenly twisted his body, raised his head, and let out a loud cry.
"What use is money?"
Immediately after, as if responding to that monk, another monk cried out, "It devours conscience and severs benevolence and righteousness."
"What use are weapons?"
"They only increase slaughter and promote brutality!"
"What use is fine wine?"
"It's a poison that goes through the intestines and harms the body."
"..."
The question-and-answer voices echoed and overlapped in the empty Chawan Temple, as if endowed with some demonic quality, pouring into her ears and disturbing her mind.
Looking at such a scene and hearing such sounds, Lu Yibei's expression gradually grew solemn.
She realized she was wrong.
She had thought that the monks of Chawan Temple would be the last ones to hold on, but she never expected that they, with their Spiritual Sense and keen perception, would be the first to be affected...
