novelraw Chapter 1288 647: Unworthy
Chapter 1288 647: Unworthy
Within just a few seconds, after the relentless reverberation of Flame Light and Destruction plowed through, the entire Forest Country had literally turned into a Melting Furnace Hell.
Yet Ji Jue did not feel pain or discomfort, instead, he was as joyful as a fish in water, and didn't even need to use his protective suit.
From the holes left by the past disaster of the Flame Tide, Black Flame surged, engulfing the steel body, leaving traces of remnants on the land he passed, creating a line of slowly spreading dark footprints.
He walked forward in the sea of flames, step by step, feeling the thorns on his chest grow at an incredible speed, in response to the feedback of the Forest Country.
In a fleeting moment, how many has he really killed?
Hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands?!
He never dreamed that one day, his hands would be stained with such thick bloodshed, yet equally unexpected was his own calmness at this moment.
Coldly gazing at the Hell before him.
On the Seven-cornered Crown, the blood color gradually invaded, and amidst the frenzied surge of the Wolf Blood Oath, it extracted the gifts of the Forest Country, spreading scarlet thorns that fell into the void. In an instant, in the shadow of the burning dense forest, every tree was entwined with the icy Illusion Light of thorns... he could even feel that in the void, a hungry gaze subtly cast towards him.
The so-called Great Evil Wolf!
Ji Jue paid it no mind.
He calmly crossed the scorched earth and looked ahead, at the manifestation of Shangrila, the foundation of the burning tree... riddled with cracks, waves of Illusion Light dispersed, like blood, flowing towards the void.
The core had suffered such severe damage, even the purely spiritual realm of Shangrila could hardly support, and collapse was merely a matter of time.
Even more unexpectedly...
"Are you still alive, really?"
Ji Jue chuckled, lowering his gaze to the ground, to the deepest part of the pit, among the scorched earth now turned to Molten Rock, a bizarrely twisted stone.
It was the charred corpse burnt to ashes.
Shekri.
At this moment, beneath the cracks, the dried blood fell like dust, and as the shell cracked, the half-bodied, flesh and blood-covered Shekri slowly crawled out.
Who knows what heavy cost was paid, how many precious treasures were sacrificed, and how many trump cards were turned over...
He's still alive!
He's actually still alive!
"Truly moving, Mr. Shekri!"
Ji Jue couldn't help but applaud and exclaimed, "In terms of survival, I am willing to call you the strongest, but I wonder who would be stronger, you or the Seeder, Sir?"
"Lu... Lu... Chang..."
The fragmented face lifted, eyes long turned to charred chunks, seeing nothing, but the soul seemed to hear the mocking greeting, now, the torn lips opened and closed in a hoarse shout, with deep-seated hatred:
"I... I want to..."
I want to kill you!!!!!
So close to the birth of the true third Wolf, so close to truly becoming the third Wolf, yet just like with the Heirloom Seal in the past, when everything seemed under control, the other appeared in front and took it all away!
"Is this not my fault, is it?"
Ji Jue lowered his gaze, scrutinizing his miserable writhing form: "Why put on a façade, Shekri, at this moment, you clearly still have considerable strength, don't you?
What did the Seeder give you? Now you even connected with the Forest Country as one... so this is it? The Sacrificial King's catalyst was merely the bait thrown out, waiting for the third Wolf's completion, is it? Once he became eternal, waits for the Sacrificial King's death, you naturally would become the true Forest Wolf, hmm, this plan truly is a masterstroke!"
The scarlet pupils contracted for an instant.
Shivering in terror.
"You... you... are not Lu Changsheng!!!"
Shekri's eyes widened, and tears of blood flowed from the ember-like eyes: "Who are you! You, you truly..."
"Ha, maybe so, but who I am, what does it matter to you?"
Ji Jue mocked with a cold laugh: "Besides, even without me, could you really succeed? Does the Seeder backing you truly love you that much?
And why, until now, has there been no movement?"
"Insolent!"
Shekri roared, furiously refuted: "How can the Holy Master's thoughts be speculated by someone like you, I, I..."
Bang!
Ji Jue merely reached out and poked, the phantom before him shattered silently.
Fake.
Ji Jue shook his head, sighed, and turned back to look behind...
The real Shekri, dragging his damaged body, crawling forward with one hand, disregarding the scorching scorched earth and Molten Rock on the ground.
Towards the altar, still under Shangrila's protection and miraculously retaining its main body, he climbed the burning iron-red steps once again!
Speeding fast!
In the end, a dying struggle.
Ji Jue watched coldly, making no move, just quietly witnessing him climbing again from Hell... disregarding pain, disregarding humiliation, abandoning shame and dignity, crawling wretchedly.
Towards Shangrila.
There's still hope! There's still a chance! There, there still...
Amidst unprecedented pain, Shekri forgot about the Flame Shadow behind him, staring deadly at the Illusion Light of Shangrila, his eyes, illuminated by that splendid light.
Yet, for some reason, at the moment of climbing the steps, he recalled that person descending the steps.
White King!
"Since you can't do it, why not abdicate and let the worthy!" the once Shekri venomously questioned, "What you can't achieve, why not give it to me!"
White King gave no answer, just looked at him once as they passed by.
Calm and indifferent.
As if gazing upon insignificant Dust.
Answering with contemptuous silence.
Climbing the second step, Shekri twitched, for some reason, once again recalling his appearance when wearing white and ascending the altar.
The youthful version of himself, arms wide open, head held high, enjoying the cheers.
Yet, turning back, he saw his teacher's gaze.
So disappointed.
"...Shekri, you cannot become the Sacrificial King."
The dying old priest closed his eyes and denied the humble pleas of his student: "From the beginning, there has been no faith in your heart... No matter how lavishly you dress in white robes, you won't even glance at those cheering for you."
Bullshit!
It's all fucking bullshit!
Haven't I done things! Haven't I accomplished deeds! Haven't I loved all of this... Then why can't I...
Bang!
The crumbling steps slid and smashed his head, from the shattered skull, boiling blood flowed out, Shekri roared fiercely, clutching the burning hot steps, climbing upward once more.
One more step, push further!
He must go forward, regardless of what kind of Hell he falls into, he must...
"What a pity, Shekri, you can't be the Wolf Lord."
The back of the Seeder emerged from his memories, Shekri, kneeling on the ground, trembled, instinctively looked up but could see no expression on his face.
Only heard the regretful voice, "Because your heart is empty, no matter how greedy and plundering, all you gain in the end is nothingness."
Why, Holy Master, why would even you say this!
I, I am clearly so...
"If you want to try, I won't force you."
In that moment, the Seeder seemed to have turned back, gazing at him with a mysterious look in his eyes, "I give you everything of the White Country... Only, in that field of old remnants, can you gain any insight?"
Insight?
Insight into what!
Insight into this shitty world and all of this?
Shekri roared, on the torturous steps, shouted with all his might, clutching that strand of Illusion Light from Shangrila.
Unable to restrain anymore, he burst into laughter.
I no longer need that kind of thing!
He resolutely triggered Shangrila's power, channeling the boundless despair and pain within, converging into form, descending towards the Flame Shadow behind.
Death!
An instant of dead silence.
Thinking nothing happened.
Shekri paused, summoned again, activated again, torrents of venom and despair converged, like a flood surging towards that figure, but the tide and flood split right down the middle?!
It's as if they avoided him!
Even, as he continued to trigger, they gradually ceased responding to his call, sinking into silence.
Causing his expression to twist utterly, hysterical.
Piercing roar:
"Why, why!!!"
"For what reason? You were abandoned, weren't you, by Shangrila."
Ji Jue laughed, stretched out his hand, and effortlessly pulled that strand of Illusion Light from his hand, causing a resonance, "Such a pity, it seems in the end you never realized..."
Shangrila is the place of enlightenment, no matter how much it changes, this essence remains unshaken.
All is trial, all is the process of understanding.
And after enlightenment, Shangrila ceases to have meaning and effect. From the moment Ji Jue stepped back in here, Shangrila's power would no longer affect him...
The vanished King of Compassion is the evidence.
Under the bombardment of the Fusion Bomb, having lost the Secret Ritual and foundation initially anchored, Shangrila simply won't heed Shekri any longer.
Moreover, Ji Jue as a Sin of self-being inherently aligns highly with Ci Ji, taking over all of this at this moment is almost natural.
You want to use my things to fight against me?
"Do you know why?"
Ji Jue reached out, placed his hand on that twisted shattered face, delivering the final answer:
"—Because you are unworthy!"
Bang!!!
The Black Flame erupted from that shattered body, engulfing everything, unheard are the wails and screams of the soul, perhaps he had died before then.
In realizing he was destined never to succeed, the ambition wolf named Shekri, once that exceptionally radiant priest, the true advocate of all this, met the most complete despair.
Even to the point of inevitable, death!
With Shekri's demise, the giant tree suddenly radiated brilliance, the crumbling Shangrila shuddered, waves of darkness spread, countless blood-colored brambles emerged, winding around every burning tree.
Forest Country, under control!
Ji Jue closed his eyes, feeling the blood light flooding the Evil Demon's aperture, realizing he had never been closer to the Great Evil Wolf.
Should he wish, he could easily replace Shekri, and once the White King dies, become a true Forest Wolf!
Yet he felt nothing...
Only understanding, perhaps Shekri was the most suitable person.
Exactly because of self-void, he greedily seeks outward, exactly because of this endless craving, he endlessly plunders, yet in the end, gains nothing.
Forever insatiable, forever starving, forever in the void, Forest Wolf futilely chases horizon's illusions, yet never satisfies enough to halt one day.
So pathetic.
"No longer need any more wolves."
Ji Jue firmly held the Illusion Light in his hand, telling it, "Today here, no wolves will be born..."
More Illusion Light gathered, blood-colored brambles coiling upon it, layer by layer, finally transforming into a strand of purest dark light.
The Wolf Blood Sword lifted, aiming at the Corpse Bone Wolf in the firmament.
Ready to draw the final conclusion for all of this.
Endurance and suffering, have lasted too long.