Chapter 510 - · HE · Eternal Slumber (Part 1)
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Chapter 510: Chapter 507 · HE · Eternal Slumber (Part 1)The sky was already devoid of players; they were fleeing at full tilt toward the edge of Qiongdi.
No one could stop Xiber anymore.
She raised her arms and sang aloud, like a steed galloping across the prairie, like an eagle sweeping through the forest. She sang out, the bright red lines all over her body twisting and spreading, her tendrils extending like limbs.
In the murky world, her floating white hair was the only splash of brightness.
Through layers of darkness and viscous substances, Su Ming’an, sluggish in thought, could barely see the blood mist in his vision, glimpsing the profound sorrow in the depths of her eyes.
"Xiber," he called out, his voice broken and intermittent.
She sang with feeling, her voice ringing loud over the endlessly spreading tendrils, exceptionally clear over the land filled with wails and cries for help.
"...Xiber," he called out again.
She turned her head, seemingly surprised he was still conscious, but she continued to sing.
Su Ming’an stepped forward, grabbed her collar; her lower body was connected to the tendrils, and as he pulled her up, the tendrils wrapped around him furiously like provoked snakes. Searᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
They swiftly coiled around his wrists, forearms, shoulders, instinctively constricting his body, refusing to let him touch Xiber.
Xiber simply patted them, and like obedient children, they retracted.
"You still have consciousness, huh," she said, looking at him.
"...Why, do, this," Su Ming’an said.
He meant, why Xiber insisted on metamorphosing him.
"It’s simple," she said, "because I have to purify Qiongdi... and you definitely can’t accept such a group annihilation ending, right? Since that’s the case, better not let you interfere with my affairs."
"...Flower," he said.
"What?" Xiber didn’t hear clearly.
"Curse... fire." His mental state was deteriorating rapidly, even speech was becoming difficult.
Even if he had a myriad of reasons to persuade Xiber, he was now too weak to speak, he couldn’t even utter a full sentence, there was no way to talk about anything.
He tightened his grip on the blade in his hand, fresh blood seeping out between his fingers again, the pain bringing a momentary clarity to his vision.
He repeated the simple words.
"Seeing... flowers bloom," he said.
She clearly stated she would wait for him to appear in the future, to see the flowers bloom together.
But now that he had come as promised, she didn’t trust him at all.
All the support from the past, the help amidst the sea of fire, that lullaby, felt as if they had never existed. In her heart, now only the word "purification" remained.
Listening to his words, she reached out.
And snatched the blade from his hand.
The blood-stained blade lay in her hand, and she glanced at his mangled palm.
"You really don’t see yourself as a human, do you? Doesn’t it hurt?" she asked before throwing the blade far away.
The blade, glinting with light, fell into the muck and disappeared without a trace.
"...Ocean," he said.
"Shut up," she said, "I don’t want to see."
"You, want to," he said.
She yanked up his collar, her eyes like those of a wild wolf, just staring into his eyes.
Under the hot wind of Qiongdi, their gazes seemed suddenly locked by the wind, she stared at him without blinking, seeing the clarity he held onto in the depths of his eyes.
"You, the top-ranked adventurer, the strongest adventurer, why won’t you just enjoy a beautiful dream?" she said, "The ending is hopeless, you know that no matter how hard you try, it’s useless, so why can’t you all face reality?"
As she spoke, her tone grew more intense, and though she was only staring into his eyes, it was as if she was conversing with many others.
"—Why, why do you always want to stop me? Why do you always want to kill me? I obviously, I just wanted to do it for you all, for your future..."
"Such pain—so much pain! I’ve come all this way; I’ve arranged everything! Why, why must you oppose me, must you, must chase after the so-called freedom you speak of—"
She shouted loudly, watching as his eyes slowly grew unfocused, his grip loosened, releasing him.
He lay on the tentacles, his fingernails piercing into the palm of his hand, full of wounds.
He struggled free from the tentacles, his vision gradually growing hazy.
With white hair, Xiber, who was watching him, became unprecedentedly foreign in his eyes. He suddenly realized that he might never have truly understood her.
Her pain, her struggle, seemed so superficial in his understanding, and even now, he had not grasped the reason for her profound anguish.
...She was the only heretic in Qiongdi, burdened with the heaviest of secrets.
Was it this identity that burdened her with such intense guilt and self-destructive tendencies?
He dragged his heavy legs, crossing over the uneven tentacles, pressing down on her shoulders, the blood from his hands dyeing her red robe even redder.
"Xiber."
He called out her name.
"No, can’t, accept, fate."
At no time should one accept fate.
Even if in utter despair, without any chances, one must never accept what’s called the end.
Fate is in one’s own hands, as long as there is a breath left,
...they deserve to fight for their future once more.
In the typical World Replica, there was never a shortage of those who could work miracles in dire straits, and he refused to believe that such an extraordinary person as she would simply accept her fate.
However, she just continued to sing loudly.
White hair floated in front of his eyes, her singing voice clear and bright.
Yet, this nursery rhyme with its strange tune sounded even more bizarre when sung by her, like a cold breeze blowing across the neck, chilling to the bone.
In her singing, there was no longer the spirituality and aspiration that filled her lullabies. There was only panic, desolation, and despair.
Like a song blown over a parched desert,
But in the desert, there are no flowers.
Only, when she sang "Black Python," her voice suddenly choked up.
As if tears broke through a dam, she suddenly began to cry loudly, her blood-stained hands covering her mouth, as if all strength was suddenly gone.
Before, in despair, in helplessness, cursed and despised by others, she had never shed tears.
But now, her emotions surged forth like a sudden rupture.
She originally thought that there would be no more companions on this journey, and even with Su Ming’an, she could sense that he actually did not approve of her act of purifying all Qiongdi.
But now, through her tear-filled eyes, she saw—
A familiar figure, holding the Black Blade in his hand, making his way through this black river flowing with sludge and tentacles.
He wore a cross-collared sacrificial robe, laboriously wading through the river; the tentacles attacked him, only to be sliced open by the pitch-black energy in his hand.
He made his way through darkness and filth, as if passing through a vast expanse of hell and death.
In the endless silence and pollution, he did not stop at all, walking straight toward this side.
The tribespeople were fleeing in panic, avoiding her like the plague.
—And he was walking against the current.