Chapter 299 - Sacrifice?! (1/2)

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”No!!!”

Yan Zaizen regained a brief period of consciousness. His soul had been thoroughly drained, leaving him in a fiercely exhausted state. Currently, his cultivation was at the Advanced Nascent Soul Realm! Yet, he urged his all to shout.

His shout didn't elicit any response from the figure, but Pinaka looked down. When she did, a smile blossomed with heaven-eclipsing beauty and radiance. She couldn't speak verbally, similar to Yan Zaizen, but she mouthed a few words with that smile.

Yan Zaizen's eyes widened, and his heart trembled. A roar that felt unreal surged in his throat. When it was bellowed out, the heavens quivered and shook violently. This may seem like a random shout of fury, but it actually completed into a single word:

”PINAKA!”

Pinaka held a pearl in her hand, and her body wrapped in the chain was sent into the vortex.

It closed.

The figure seemed intent on vanishing, as it no longer had a reason to remain. It stepped forth and seemed to merge with the world. If it returned from whence it came at this moment, Yan Zaizen had the feeling he would lose everything forever!

”No! STAY!!!” His shout caused a pause, and the figure turned. Its 'gaze' looked at Yan Zaizen in a similar way it 'looked' at Dracula, with displeasure.

”I settled for this...you dare...truly I am…” The figure's habit of not finishing any sentences returned, causing Yan Zaizen's frustration to increase.

”Fine. Die.” The figure waved its fingers that were four and a thumb but felt like thousands. A wave of energy radiated outwards. This wave contained a soul-stirring quality, but it also emanated soul-destroying might! If this wave hit Yan Zaizen, his soul would most definitely vanish!

Yan Zaizen's pupils constricted.

”Is this it?” Yan Zaizen felt his end near…

A powerful voice resounded, ”You must never let fate triumph. Carve your own destiny, start anew. Yet, the past truly cannot be separated.” It sounded profound and mysterious, but also utterly incomprehensible to all who heard it. It was as if it was a mixture of seven sentences in three.

However, the figure trembled, its eyes filled with disbelief as it deeply 'looked' at Yan Zaizen.

His expression was indifferent, the expression of a sovereign emerged and a trace of a crown appeared atop his head. This crown was hazy, but it had a beyond grand feeling to it.

The black holes that were his eyes had disappeared, leaving only amber-gold. He had no pupils or irises, just a sea of amber-gold remained. This gold sea seemed to be burning essence of Yan Zaizen's shrine to maintain itself.

He stood upright and seemed to cause the heavens to tremble, but oddly, also pull towards him as if it were a child running to its father. ”The false, the true, haaa...its truly unfortunate.” Yan Zaizen voice was not his own. Instead, it truly felt like words of a king of all. Even its sigh felt as if it was disappointed at fate!

”Yo...you?!” This was the first time the figure was truly in shock.

'Yan Zaizen' waved his hand. The heavens seemed to answer as a might of untold levels surged, collapsing around the soul-destroying wave. It was as if the heavens were the body, its might was antibodies, and the surging wave was a foreign pathogen. In less time than it takes to blink, the wave dissipated.

'Yan Zaizen' stepped forward, in an instant, he appeared before the figure with a raised hand and smacked him on the side of his head.

POW!

It was an action that was familiar beyond belief, and it caused the figure to be stunned, unable to think. In truth, it didn't even exist currently but was an odd entity. In this form, physical things would be unable to interact with it, energy or matter.

Yet, it was smacked.

”Speak in complete sentences,” 'Yan Zaizen' sighed once more after admonishing this figure as if he was a child.

”You... it's you?!” The figure completely didn't care about getting smacked; instead, the figure's voice rose up in volume as if in disbelief and excitement.

”No.” Shaking his head, 'Yan Zaizen' immediately denied. ”My time has passed. It's him.” Pointing to himself, he closed his eyes.

The figure shook visibly, obviously realizing the situation from those words. A 'look' of sadness appeared on its face, but then a look of confusion. ”How? You...I…”

'Yan Zaizen' glared at him; he was still using false starts in his words.

As if unwilling to be glared at, the figure 'looked' away and tried to articulate its thoughts. ”Where's 'it'?”

'Yan Zaizen' sighed once more, totaling three times and this sigh contained the vicissitudes of age and exhaustion. ”Him.” He pointed to himself once more, pushing even deeper until it poked his body.

The figure took a step back, as if out of fear. ”How? Wait...is that how he disturbed the ritual...but then?”

”If I didn't interfere, you would've been lost. Your entirety, this avatar, and your true body.” 'Yan Zaizen' stated, but the figure didn't doubt, only feeling as if it had been saved. An expression of relief marked his ambiguous face.

”Currently, I've severed its connection with him. Thoroughly. Eliminating the potential for his soul to further mutate. Unfortunately, if I had allowed you to continue acting, 'it' would've…” Unwilling to continue, he turned away.