My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 813: Chapter 722: Song of Shazan (2)

The alarm on the face was replaced by deep fatigue, and the High Priest’s eyes returned to deep profundity.

He raised his hand, soothing the tribespeople below, and the snake head of the sand staff lit up, calming the violently trembling canyon.

"You are not a child of Pu’er, yet It accepted you. This has never happened before," said the High Priest. "I have seen your future."

"It’s a long path full of thorns. Are you really going to go down it?"

"Isn’t the worst outcome just death?" Chichu Chun was indifferent. "Saving her is enough."

"More cruel than death." The High Priest shook his head. "You will repeatedly miss the expectations in your heart, becoming numb, gradually deviating from the original path."

"You will repeatedly kill the closest ones, be repeatedly killed by the closest ones, wandering in pain and despair. Loneliness will accompany you every day and night for the rest of your life."

"Once you set foot on that thorny path, you will be alone, with no return."

"Why?" asked Chichu Chun.

"To save her."

A golden-haired girl’s figure appeared in Chichu Chun’s mind, unable to comprehend the meaning of the priest’s words.

Kill, save, liberate?

The High Priest fell silent.

He slowly raised his staff, uttering a high howl that was obscure and difficult to understand.

As the stars shifted and the wind and sand rose high, the priest’s robe was blown by the sand, and his figure was hidden in the dust. The scene sealed hundreds of years ago reappeared, pillar by stone pillar, building a magnificent sacred temple with the raging sand!

Buzz!

After the piercing roar, everything returned to silence.

Chichu Chun opened her eyes again, finding herself in another realm, standing in the middle of a giant round platform, the horizon vast and boundless, six suns blazing down on the land, corresponding to different times; of which four were already dimmed, only emitting faint light.

She saw a mountain-like towering machine sitting quietly on the barren sand veins, surrounded by the six suns, the light it emitted shielding the towering top that pierced the sky.

Its massive body connected like a bow, red patterns shedding dust.

It awakened.

"Pu’er Shazan."

The totem of the Pu’er clan, the legendary supercomputer lost on the Desolate Stone Plateau.

A product from the era of the Mourner, forged in the mid-period of the Silver Era, when people first linked together, using the forces of all humanity to build six such supercomputers, to calculate the only future for humanity. Not long after the supercomputers were built, due to the results calculated, mankind erupted into a prolonged war, known as the ’Computing Power War,’ also called the day of the fall of the Sky Balance by later generations.

In the war, people split apart to fight over the computing power of the six supercomputers, ultimately deploying devastating weapons against each other. The war ended the prosperity of the old era, and gave rise to corporate colonialism. Celestial Wings Space-Time, Cosmic Heavy Industries, Life Daylight, Jiulong Message, Zero Energy, companies familiar in later generations, rose by dividing the assets of the previous civilization—core technology.

In that Computing Power War, four other supercomputers were destroyed, leaving only two: one located in the Light Chasing Tower, and one sealed in the Desolate Stone Plateau.

This story has long been forgotten by history, only recorded on the stone tablets of the Pu’er clan; to prevent repeated tragedies, the high priests here have guarded the secret for generations. The sages drank sand ocher snake venom, and once they spoke out the secret, they would die from total decay. Until today, even if young clan members brag to outsiders, it no longer attracts attention from those with intentions.

This information flooded into Chichu Chun’s mind after entering this space.

Originally, she only heard that the totem of the Pu’er clan could answer the questions of the devout, never thought it would be such a scene.

The trajectory of fate intersected at this moment.

"I ask you a question." Chichu Chun looked up.

Pu’er Shazan gave Its response.

"██□□□███□██."

"Speak human language." Chichu Chun held her forehead.

"*I am listening*."

"How can I kill her?" Chichu Chun asked.

"*Beyond the scope of calculation, unknown answer*"

"Then tell me, how did the other me manage to swap consciousness with me, and how can I stop her?" Chichu Chun asked.

An ancient and distant buzzing echoed in the sky and earth, with Pu’er Shazan lighting up.

A set of coordinates emerged in Chichu Chun’s mind, pointing efficiently to a certain location in the Wastelands.

Seeing the answer finished, Pu’er Shazan dimmed, and Chichu Chun thought of something, hurriedly asking:

"What did he mean when he said I would keep killing You in order to save her?"

Pu’er Shazan fell silent, not responding immediately like the previous times, and just as Chichu Chun thought this question was beyond the boundaries, Pu’er Shazan’s response chilled her spine.

"*No comment*"

Bright red characters seemed to flow with blood, glaringly reflecting on the sky.

"No comment?" Chichu Chun stepped forward. "So you do know why?"

"Pu’er Shazan, give me the answer!"

Pu’er Shazan fell asleep.

In the next moment, Chichu Chun suddenly woke up, her consciousness returning as she had already left that realm.

Her chest heaved violently, rushing forward to shake the High Priest’s shoulders vigorously, her eyes filled with red threads:

"Let me go in to see It again!"

The High Priest remained impassive, calmly watching the emotionally turbulent girl with deep eyes.

As if realizing her impulsiveness, Chichu Chun softened her tone: "Let’s say I owe the whole Pu’er clan a favor. Please... let me in."

When it comes to matters involving the golden-haired girl, Chichu Chun’s tone instinctively became humble.

"It has rejected your visit," said the High Priest.

"It chose to avoid."

"This has never happened before either."

"I am helpless."

Chichu Chun gritted her teeth a bit, her face showing some reluctance.

After a moment, she shook her head: "Thank you, I will remember this kindness forever."

"I should embark on my journey."

Before departing, Chichu Chun looked back one last time at the back, countless members of the Pu’er clan holding hands, sincerely seeing her off, including the people of the Dark Night Walker, all bidding her farewell with gestures of blessing.

A few months’ journey ended, she should return to the right path, no matter what awaits her ahead.

...

Somewhere in the Wastelands, Chichu Chun stepped on the edge of the barren land, under the tree there was a skeletal corpse, the red hair of the skeleton already withered; it lay quietly leaning at the edge of the land. No one knew why it was there, its body dim, only the ’colorless’ stone in its chest still emitted a dazzling and beautiful light.

Chichu Chun stared blankly at the withered skeleton on the ground. After gathering her thoughts, she picked up the ’colorless’ stone. The moment she touched it, a white flower bloomed in the skeleton’s chest, the miracle residing within the ’colorless’ stone flowing into her mind.

——White and unblemished flower.

White and unblemished flower, one called Sleep, the other called Waken. An emotional dream, the flower blooms and fades.

Was March using this miracle to swap consciousness with her?

Thinking about it, suddenly, an inexplicable chill swept across Chichu Chun’s back.

Then, how did the other party acquire this miracle?