novelraw Chapter 1292 - 650: With This Hunt, Presented to the White Deer!
Chapter 1292 - 650: With This Hunt, Presented to the White Deer!
This time, there's no need for a furious storm.
Just this gust of wind stirred by the death of the Sacrificial King is enough to shake everything!
In this vast gale, countless cracks have formed in the Heavenly Essence Law established by the empires and federations on Central Earth, precariously supporting themselves.
This sudden wild wind might just be the prelude to the coming waves...
It can be foreseen that after the Chosen Ones summoned today truly mature, what kind of tempest will erupt in the chaos of Central Earth!
From this moment, the era of the White Deer has unveiled the corner of its prelude!
The White King is dead, yet the White Country is reborn.
Even though this rebirth is destined to be filled with endless turmoil, slaughter, struggle, death, and even sinister acts and poison... the blood of the wolves has soaked into the earth, irrigating the wilderness, and more blood will surely be shed in the future.
Peace and order have yet to arrive.
But Ji Jue no longer thinks about those distant things...
At this moment, he lifts his head, gazing at the gradually clearing night sky, even the leftovers of battle, the cold stares of many Heavenly People and Evil Demons, utterly uncaring.
The Mountain Wolf, severed in half, is still struggling for life, fleeing desperately, but even if it escapes back to the Vortex, it might prefer death over life. The Forest Wolf has long vanished, hidden by the Hermit, and may not dare to show itself for years to come.
As for the rest... they're irrelevant.
The dust settles.
So much so that Lu Changsheng, the 'ringleader,' can laugh at the wind and clouds in this brief moment.
And when he turned back, he saw the White Deer, bowing its head in thought.
Ji Jue also looked at the White Deer, full of anticipation.
Then he noticed... the majestic and boundless Superior gaze, from expectation and joy, gradually showed an illusion-like anger and disappointment.
How much clearer can it be, you bastard, why can't you take a hint!
Thus, it turned and left, as if making a certain decision.
I've had enough; I'm never being fooled again!
Ji Jue felt terrible, instinctively glaring and reaching out, wanting to hold on... No, my brother, I can also talk, I can also love the White Deer!
Unfortunately, it was too late.
That pair of antlers flicked impatiently, and the Illusionary Light Sword that decapitated the Forest Wolf was raised by an invisible force, flying straight at Ji Jue.
With a snap, it pierced his chest, embedding itself into the shadow of the Evil Demon.
And disappeared.
Just like that, the things Ji Jue offered up were thrown back again—take these useless things and trick someone else, as if I actually wanted them! Keep them yourself!
Ji Jue's vision went black, but he only felt that his originally severed Wolf Blood Oath was actually regrowing, and moreover...
Wait, is this the Forest Wolf's [Plunder]?
"Huh?"
Ji Jue was dumbfounded, incredulous: Brother, you really gave it to me! Brother! Brother! Wait for me, brother, wa...
Too late.
The White Deer, heartbroken, had left, and no matter how much he called, it would not turn back.
Ji Jue sighed, lost and forlorn, but after confirming that the White Deer was truly gone, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Brothers, it's time for a meal again!
The only downside was running into an annoying guy at such a good time...
"Congratulations, Ji Jue, you finally achieved enlightenment."
The illusion of the Ci Ji King reappeared, full of joy, even more than Ji Jue's: "From now on, will you still be lost?"
"Not sure."
Ji Jue rolled his eyes, "As long as one is alive, how can one be without worries."
After solving one problem, there will only be another, and after completing one task, there will only be more to do... as long as there is a single breath left, there are endless worries, endless work, endless tasks.
After a moment's decision, more troublesome and complex decisions await, after a moment's enlightenment, greater and deeper consequences follow...
The nature of the craftsman is beyond saving and only seeks trouble for oneself.
"The path of enlightenment is underfoot, Ji Jue."
The Ci Ji King smiled faintly, his figure becoming more and more ethereal, as Shangrila was completely annihilated, this last trace would also completely vanish.
Gone forever.
Just...
Ji Jue couldn't help but be cautious: "How did you die back then? As the magnificent King of Compassion and Generosity, did you leave only such a cruel task?"
"King of Compassion and Generosity?"
The illusion chuckled, shaking its head in self-mockery: "A title others imposed upon me. Even with much enlightenment, one cannot dispel confusion in the end.
Until the very end, I never found the answer..."
"What answer?"
"The answer to everything."
The illusion sighed lightly, once again looking at the world before it: "I just wanted to know the true face of all things—an unwarped, undarkened, and unchaotic world, where everything is clear and follows naturally."
No ambiguity or blurring, and no need to deceive oneself, avoiding oneself.
Be it destruction or redemption, it doesn't matter.
No matter how terrible the ending, it's better than such ugly entanglement...
He said, "What I want to see is after transcending endless cycles and torment, the original and final forms of all living beings."
The path of compassion is also useless; widespread aid avails no redemption.
The one named Ci Ji, the King of Chaos, pursued understanding all his life, only to find in the end that at the end of enlightenment, there was nothing he wanted.
Seeking inward, exploring outward, exhausting Ascension and Absolute Abyss.
From the blue heavens to the Netherworld, neither could be found.
Hence, abandoning all, severing everything.
To gain a possibility...
"Was it successful?"
"Who knows?"
The Ci Ji King sighed calmly, "A residual as I am, only an illusion, a reflection of the past... yet the world remains so ugly, I suppose it largely failed, huh?"
"Good for you, an early death is an early liberation."
Ji Jue praised sincerely: "Congratulations to you."
"Ha..."
The Ci Ji King sighed, helpless: "Do you hate me that much, Ji Jue?"
"Yes, I hate you that much."
Ji Jue nodded firmly without hesitation: "Even someone like the Hua Xu Monarch, a pleasure-seeking person, I can understand, but someone like you, I just don't mesh with."
Even with some enlightenment and some improvement, Ji Jue still sincerely believes that some understanding is better left unattained.
"Then, a final farewell."
The illusion from ages past smiled gently: "May you continue to gain understanding in the life ahead."
He glanced back at the current world, without a shred of nostalgia, only giving a final mischievous smile: "And if I were you, I'd definitely run a bit faster..."
Before the words were fully spoken, it had already vanished.
Gone forever.
In the desolate ruins, Ji Jue looked up at the sky, feeling those countless cold gazes cast upon him, and couldn't help but grin wide.
Such joy.
Good times pass especially fast, now it's time to say goodbye.
It's just that, wearing this mask for so long, why is it hard to take off?
You truly are a burden to me...
"This time turning evil to good, rare indeed are your sincere hearts, helping me achieve this great cause, truly a fine deed!"
The black flame shadow laughed mockingly, waving farewell: "If by chance, history remembers this day, don't forget to give me a thank you, haha, hahahaha..."
In the boundless black flame torrents, the last gleam of illusion from Shangrila completely perished.
The collapsing boom reverberated.
That figure, like a nightmare, disappeared into the darkness once more.
Leaving only silence, the tides surged, sweeping all directions.
No one was speaking anymore.
In the distance, the dark night sky was once again illuminated by the flame's glow, the scarlet twirling, so dazzling.
That direction...
Fan Yun was rigid, the last warmth inside him vanished, only feeling ice cold.
Tower City!
Under the breath of the White Deer, Tower City was burning.
All once glorious and splendid, like pearls and treasures, luxuriously extravagant, now consumed by flames born of bitterness and agony, disintegrating, reduced to ashes...
Only the dazzling flames illuminated thousands of miles.
As if singing and shouting to this world!