novelraw Chapter 1228 623: Epitaph_3
Chapter 1228 623: Epitaph_3
With disdain, he overlooked the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth.
"——White King reigns supreme!"
He murmured the words he had repeated countless times over the years, once again standing here.
Just as the Seeder had promised him.
After crossing so many obstacles and enduring countless tortures and pains, he returned here once more to start anew!
But nothing is the same as before.
No more White Country, no more Shekri of the past.
The situation has changed, and the world turned against him, but none of this matters.
This time, he will not let anyone else dictate his destiny…
——not even the so-called White King!
In that instant of hunger and thirst, the wolf forged by the White Country could no longer hold back, revealing its ferocity and ambition.
The Wolf within his heart laughed silently, while the Mountain Wolf Lord gazed indifferently.
Isn't this what a wolf is supposed to be?
As long as the third Wolf Evil can be completed, it is enough.
Everything else is irrelevant.
"Your sacrifices are all for the future White Country."
With a short knife and a golden cup in hand, Shekri's perception radiated from the wilderness, overlooking everything once more. The hoarse words echoed in every sacrifice's ear: "The grand and solemn enterprise is forged from your dedication!"
Pa!
In that instant, amidst the sound of shattering, countless wails arose from the void.
In the wilderness, in settlements, in villages, one by one, the hollow shells devoured by blood thirst crumbled, exploding into the air, with the remaining blood-red hue dancing and dyeing the earth.
Like countless drops of blood, densely appearing on the land of White Country.
Dense and innumerable.
It seemed to want to stain the entire White Country crimson.
In that instant, under the observation of the Qi Observation Technique of the Hanging Elephant Mirror, the calamity energy of the entire White Country suddenly boiled. Numerous dormant Heavenly Calamities, with the irrigation of massive sacrifices, suddenly shook and gradually awakened from their slumber.
Earsplitting and piercing roars resounded throughout heaven and earth.
Blood Rain gushed from the wilderness, whirling by, taking away all life wherever it passed.
Thunder roared, countless electric lights darted like living creatures, converging, lashing the earth. The earth trembled, fissures appeared like a constantly opening and closing mouth, devouring countless soil and stones, turning into a deep valley.
Pale mist spewed from the ground cracks, echoing with the wails of souls.
And the flood, crawling like worms, climbed from the riverbed, with tens of thousands of sticky tentacles dancing in hunger once more.
The Blood Rain born from slaughter, the Abyss Mouth completed from earthquakes and Blood Sacrifice, the dead mist formed from layers of plagues overlapping with massive grievances, and the Living Water Disaster infused with life from the mutant flood…
In an instant, one after another, the Heavenly Calamities, in Shekri's call, reappeared from slumber!
On the earth, countless bloodlines meandered, wriggling, extending towards the Old Capital. Ultimately, it coalesced into one, and in the blink of an eye, strands of bloodlines had already covered White Country, entwining innumerable souls, rooted to the earth, merging entirely with the wilderness.
Crying, wailing, roaring, whispering…
In the void, countless voices continuously echoed, surrounding Shekri.
Shekri laughed loudly, almost dancing in delirious joy.
The Gold Inlay Short Knife sliced down, opening a gap from the altar, and then, the Blood Water Cup filled to the brim was raised high.
Generously, he poured all the bait into the crevice.
"Today, I offer pain and blood tears to the Garden of Ultimate Bliss!"
He stared intently into the crevice, drawing on the splendor of light quickly sprouting from the uptake of blood water, chanting praises and singing in wild joy: "Shambhala, I hope for your deep roots, once again flourishing and thriving!"
Using this wolf blood as a link, this sacrifice as proof, and the White King's remnants buried within as a foundation.
Amidst the raging Heavenly Calamities, the blood covering the earth transformed into real roots, withered seeds sprouting new buds once more.
In an instant, the chasm rapidly expanded, a pure white giant tree grew from the deepest darkness, unfurling countless branches and leaves, covering the sky and earth.
Like a dream, like an illusion, so distant.
But on the altar, the entire altar, everyone saw once again, on the giant tree, a corpse pierced by blades, hanging.
As if weathered for eons, the original visage was long unrecognizable!
The Sacrificial King's remnants!
For a moment, as if sensing the call from the mundane world, the shriveled fingertip moved gently.
At this moment, the traces left by the King of Compassion and Generosity, the relics of the Kings far from the present world… what is called Shangri-La finally cast its shadow on the present world once more!
No, from now on, it should be called…
Shekri grinned, silently laughing, embracing the illusion that filled the world:
"——[Forest Country·Shangri-La]!"
Amidst the encirclement of endless Heavenly Calamities and the irrigation of blood, the Illusion Light Tree towered between heaven and earth, expanding, growing at a visible speed once more!
The radiant brilliance illuminated White Country.
Yet, within a grotesque posture, there was no longer the solemn appearance of the former pure land…
Under the same glow, in the desert, illusions from countless times past appeared instantly.
The emaciated monk sitting cross-legged under the giant tree once again looked up at the drastically changed world before him, without any admiration, grief, or resentment, anger, or joy in his expression.
Soon, those calm pupils slowly closed.
Dissipating without a trace.
Only a faint sigh remained, vanishing into the raging wind, never to be seen again.