Free Web NovelThe slaughter of the Shaman King's remains continued, with the sound of flesh tearing apart constantly echoing. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
A strange pleasure diluted Lu Yibei's perception of her surroundings, making her overlook the changes quietly occurring around her.
The dark red flowing light drifting in this eerie space had, at some unknown point, turned crimson, like the luscious, water-kissed red lips licked by a beautiful woman's pink tongue, alluring and vibrant.
Then, the crimson flowing light condensed into a fine rain, falling from a height that could not be seen, gently patting Lu Yibei's body.
Cheeks, forearms, tiptoes...
It merged into her body, silently.
Thus, her originally fair skin was tinged with a faint flush, as enticing as a thin layer of strawberry frosting sprinkled on a milk pudding.
In a daze, the Shaman King's voice echoed in her ear.
“That’s right, it’s just as I thought. We are indeed the same kind.”
“Ridiculous, too ridiculous! It seems you might not even realize what kind of existence we truly are...”
The Shaman King had completely given up struggling. The final invasion was complete, and his remaining conscious mind was about to fall into slumber. His words now were merely pity for a lost kindred spirit.
In fact, when he was drawn by the imminent success, fully invading the operational core of the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, he didn't discover Hong Bian's presence. He only saw Lu Yibei, who had inherited Hong Bian's authority and control of the God Kingdom, and sensed the unsuppressable power of Goddess Bei within the authority he had already devoured. At that moment, he had already foreseen his defeat.
Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, miracle flower, Goddess Bei's authority... With these three layers of suppression, it was actually very difficult for him to truly harm Lu Yibei.
And this final invasion, in his view, should actually be considered guidance.
Guidance to make her kind see reality and destiny!
Evidently, he succeeded.
The key to his success was when Lu Yibei saw the anomaly caused by his authority, which ignited the destructive desire hidden deep within her consciousness, causing her to strike at him first...
Just as he had said when he was sealed, as long as the flames of war did not cease, he would not truly perish.
And the struggle between two Calamity-level beings was, of course, war, even far more terrifying than ordinary warfare.
“It’s useless, no matter how much we do, it’s useless... Those insects won’t thank us. In the end, they will only fear us, seeing our power and extraordinary talent as a Calamity, and trying every means to eliminate us. Brief kindness is merely for exploitation.”
As he spoke, touching upon past memories, the Shaman King's tone inexplicably grew a few shades more agitated. frёewebnoѵēl.com
In his youth, he had enjoyed gazes of reverence; in his adolescence, he had experienced the suspicion and treachery brought by that reverence. It wasn't until adulthood that he finally saw the true faces of those people.
In front of others, those people revered him as a god, but in the shadows, they regarded him as a demon. If not for his sufficient utility, they would have eliminated him immediately.
Unwilling to become a tool to be exploited and constantly restricted by them, he could only follow the guidance of destiny: to destroy, to conquer, to enslave, to become a true, cold and tyrannical god, superior to all, whom no one would defy, and whom no one would even dare to confront.
“Don’t believe it? Prefer to cling to a beautiful dream and wait for death rather than face the truth? Heh, you will see it, see that everything I said is correct.”
“The future has already unfolded before my eyes. A thousand years from now, you, used as a tool, will eventually perish, while I, following the guidance of destiny, will awaken from slumber, and the flames of war will once again engulf the land.”
Not all urban legend can exist for a long time. An existence like Ju Meng, which has lasted for over five thousand years and only recently had its authority completely unable to maintain its original form, requiring a change in authority to persist, is definitely a rare exception in the world.
Countless examples can prove that a thousand years is enough to corrupt and distort any authority.
The Shaman King firmly believed that if Lu Yibei did not follow the guidance of destiny, she would surely perish after a thousand years, and his current invasion of Lu Yibei would, at that time, become the seed for him to seize Lu Yibei's remaining authority.
If Lu Yibei, with his “help,” followed the guidance of destiny, she would inevitably take his place in spreading destruction [N O V E L I G H T] across the land, and then he would be even less likely to perish, or rather... perishing would not matter.
Not long ago, Lu Yibei presented the Shaman King with a choice where any option was wrong, and now, the Shaman King returned the favor, offering an equally difficult choice.
So, farewell, kindred spirit!
...
The Shaman King said a lot, his voice very soft, drowned out by the muffled thuds of tearing flesh. Lu Yibei was immersed in the pleasure of killing, and initially did not notice, only slightly furrowing her brow when she heard the last sentence.
“A thousand years from now? Don’t worry! I’ll be waiting for you there...”
With that, she resumed her slaughter.
————
When Lu Yibei came to her senses, the dim light around her had been completely swallowed by darkness. It seemed a long time had passed, and the sky had transitioned from a crimson-hued dusk to a silent, pitch-black night.
As the Shaman King fell into slumber, the soaring excitement and pleasure in her soul vanished without a trace, replaced by exhaustion, numbness, and bewilderment. Even her body felt empty, like a light, hollow shell.
It was as if a grand banquet had raged until deep into the night, finally coming to an end. The host and guests had all departed, the joyful songs were gone, the laughter faded, leaving only a deserted venue shrouded in darkness, littered with debris. And she, alone, was left there.
She was truly left behind.
She could even see her “own” lonely, desolate, pitiful, and helpless figure, curled up in a dark corner.
Wait! Is this reasonable? I’m not Shen Baiwei, why would I see “myself”? This thought flashed through Lu Yibei’s mind, but she quickly lost interest in delving deeper.
Some power was eroding her will, deeply rooted in her consciousness. It felt similar to when she was previously guided and almost embraced the figure shrouded in flames, yet not entirely the same.
There was no longer that tyrannical compulsion; it was just a gentle, almost whispered “Come, let me show you.” And then everything was revealed.
In a trance, Lu Yibei heard a clear, somewhat sorrowful female voice.
It was the outline of her “own” back, not far away, softly chanting.
It sounded somewhat like an epic, and also like a folk song from a foreign land.
“Lilim once lived in a place outside the Garden, where flowers bloomed.
A wreath woven from cornflowers and lilies was her only crown.
The wind ruffled her long hair, carrying away her wreath.
She met a young man who came from afar, the object of her affection.
She lost herself, lost her longing, just as she lost her wreath.
She reluctantly sent the young man away, to a place she could not reach.
She offered the young man the sweet spring water flowing from the Garden, ripe honeyed fruits, and opened her heart.
But the young man slowly forgot her.
How painful life was, how long the waiting.
The young man returned to Lilim’s side.
He said he longed for fertile land and herds of cattle and sheep.
...”
The song in her ear was only half heard when a blurry figure of a young girl appeared before her eyes. Lu Yibei suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing what was happening.
It seemed that just as Goddess Ba's past was revealed when that flame appeared, Lilim's past was about to emerge with the song.
But...
Is this the Shaman King’s final act? What should I do? Am I going to condense another Witch Seed spiritual imprint? Lu Yibei wondered.
