novelraw Chapter 1226 623: Epitaph
Chapter 1226 623: Epitaph
"..."
There was no answer. The grotesque body, covered in blood and flesh, twitched. The fragmented, shriveled eyes trembled, struggling violently, uttering indistinct sounds.
Curses or pleas.
Unclear.
No need to care.
Ignoring Tong Shan's expression of wanting to speak but stopping, Ji Jue resolutely reached out his hand...
Not caring about the crude materials, not caring about the mixed sources, nor the quality of the finished product.
Under the blessing of Non-Attack, the bare-handed refinement began once more!
Within the burning of the Spiritual Fire, the bloodied wolf quickly collapsed into a fist-sized bone-white sphere, upon which a twisted, grotesque face of wailing appeared.
Under the erosion and infiltration of many Great Evils, it was reduced to a Spirit of Creation, eternally tormented, unable to escape.
"Don't worry, I'm different from trash like you who push their compatriots into Hell."
Ji Jue examined its battered appearance, telling it: "As long as one day, someone can break this sphere for you, you will naturally be freed. See? It's that simple."
Then, under the witness of that face of despair, he raised his hand.
He threw the sphere in his hand toward Spring Lake.
It fell into the lake and vanished.
Soon, amidst the gurgling, dull, eerie sounds, the spectacle of Earth Spring came to an end. The original lake water, under the change of underground pressure, fell back into the ground crevices, rapidly receding, disappearing into endless darkness along with the wolf's urn.
Never to be seen again.
"Let's go."
Tong Shan sighed, pretending not to have seen anything, and patted Ji Jue's shoulder.
But Ji Jue didn't move.
Standing in the same spot.
Tong Shan stiffened, seeing the scene he least wanted to see.
Ji Jue turned his head.
Looking at everything he had created as a craftsman.
In the deathly silence, the bustling crowds were no longer visible.
Only a land full of scars, a market burned to nothingness, and ashes floating down from the sky like snowflakes, drifting and falling onto his hair.
"...So that's how ashes are everywhere the same, huh."
Ji Jue murmured, unable to resist laughing.
Mocking his own childishness as a craftsman and stupidity as an Ember, unable even to discern the most basic 'value'.
Blinded by a single leaf, unwilling to see the truth even when it's right in front of his eyes.
Is there any better material than this?
After losing their land, home, past, and future, the people of the White Country were left with nothing but hatred...
Ji Jue thought that, at least they could live or die on their own terms. After all, they had fallen to such a degree, could there still be any remaining value?
But never expected that now even this last bit of freedom of being human would be cruelly stripped away.
Even the dying struggle, to be utilized...
Hatred and despair turn into nourishment for the catalytic blood pact, soul and body become bait for the Transform Wolf.
After the Federation and Empire took everything, the ones who pushed them into the abyss were their fellow compatriots.
And the one who truly crushed their last remaining bit comprehensively was himself.
Ji Jue felt no regret, nor shame.
No matter how many times it happened again, he would make the same choice.
But, for some reason, he suddenly recalled that storm not long ago.
In the turbid floodwaters of the slums, the woman holding a child...
Back then, could he have saved her?
Could he?
Maybe, just a bit earlier, a bit faster, he could have reached out his hand...
Once, and once again, no matter how many times it took.
But facing this world before him, even if he exhausted all his strength and time, relying on just his two hands, how much could he grasp?
How much could he change?
"Let's go."
He glanced one last time, leaving the ashes and scorched earth behind him.
Tong Shan patted his shoulder, ultimately, saying nothing.
The car's engine started once more.
Ka—
An Ning gritted her teeth, pulling the last wolf poison residue, now solidified into a needle, from the wound. She squinted her eyes against the dim light beneath the clouds outside the window, examining carefully.
On the coagulated blood, in the crimson, there was a faint bluish glow, making her squint her eyes.
Indeed...
"Brother Ji Jue, that dead wolf, something's off."
She suddenly said, "Its lineage is completely different from the White Country's Wolf Blood Oath!"
The differences between wolves are often greater than outsiders imagine, and between wolf packs, they are also distinct.
The White Country's Wolf Nest bears the White King's Wolf Blood Oath, which cannot mix with other wolf packs. The boundaries between each are clear, even attacking each other... It's known that heretics are more abominable than enemies!
"Although to outsiders, they are all wolves, in essence and manifestation there's still a difference because the White King has not truly become Wolf Evil, so there's still a slight difference, but this one is different."
She picked up the blood needle in her hand, then fished out another one from her pocket that was made as a keepsake. Placed together, the differences immediately became apparent.
The color of the first one was noticeably deeper and more obscure, while the second was much more transparent.
"Look, the second one is the one we killed in the rally before, from the lineage of the Mountain Wolf, more adept at lurking and disguise."
An Ning explained: "And the one just now, its speed and explosive power were more exaggerated, and its fur was also gray-white, it should've belonged to the Mountain Wolf lineage."