Chapter 809: What We Mean By Destiny (1/2)
With the last of Xuan Yuan’s wishes fulfilled, his lingering obsession abated and he finally sought out eternal rest.
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“If that old ghost’s finally found his peace, does that mean I’m free as well??” Chained to the dragonbolt pillar, the torch dragon shook his head slightly and took another look at the door of bones. A complicated smile stole across his face. “It’s actually not that bad here, I’ll never be lonely if I keep my kin company.”
Whoosh!
The iron chains connected to the pillar scattered to the ground as metallic shards. A silver shadow of a nine-tailed fox darted forward and vanished from the premises.
“Hmmph, I’m not leaving now even if you beg me to.” Indulging in a nice stretch, the torch dragon swiftly shrank himself and coiled around the bone door. However, a second version of him appeared in short order—his projection from the nascent spirit observation method.
“That kid’s observation method is magical indeed. By observing all things in the world of immortals and using that as the foundation, I can go anywhere I want.
“But his mindset and vision is on par with Xuan Yuan’s. He can relinquish the body of a peak great emperor just like that, without any reluctance or hesitation…” the torch dragon sighed.
Xuan Yuan had willingly gone to his death, or rather, his murder, so that he could fully imbue the five altars with his power. Only then would they possess enough strength to nurture organs of the world.
He was the sacred emperor of humanity, an existence beyond the realm of great emperor. If he hadn’t wanted to die, who could’ve killed someone who stood at the very heights of the heavens themselves?
His death served to facilitate the survival of later generations, so that there might be a ray of hope preserved for their continued existence in the future.
“Hehehe, little girl Tushan, you’ve forgotten who you are, haven’t you? The monster spirit emperor? A great emperor?” Grumbling, the torch dragon dismissed his projection and fell fast asleep coiled around his kin. [1]
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Qing Yu and Violetshade easily obtained the mother altar without running into any obstruction.
“These are the Xuan Yuan Slaves sacrificed to the mother altar!” Qing Yu picked out a dense throng of figures on the altar. Though she’d never seen them before, she could still identify who they’d been in life.
There was no fury or hatred on their faces, there wasn’t even a hint of resentment. It was as if they’d long known that this was to be their destiny, their only value within their Xuan Yuan Tomb. Their only purpose was to be sacrificed to the mother altar and break apart the Great Formation of the Nineheavens Gates.
“Lu Yun can resurrect them,” murmured Qing Yu.
“But what would be the point of that?” Twin sparkles of purple flashed through Violetshade’s eyes. She mused pensively as she looked at the slaves, “They knew of their destiny a long time ago. Their only reason for residing here was to await the day in which someone would sacrifice them.
“Protect the Xuan Yuan Tomb? It was the tomb who protected them.” She sighed softly when she finally caught sight of a slender corpse beneath the mother altar.
Back when she was Empress Myrtlestar, she’d once visited the tomb and planted the roots of karmic repercussion with someone. The person had remained on her mind all this time and had just perished, and Empress Myrtlestar herself had transformed into Holy King Violetshade and Fuying. Any debts or feuds from the ancient past were thus rendered null and void.
“She died not too long ago by willingly offering herself to the mother altar… is this what we mean by destiny?” Qing Yu lifted a hand and quietly raised an unassuming burial mound, sending the corpse to her final rest.
Since Qing Yu didn’t know who the corpse was or what her background was, burying her with a humble pile of dirt was the only thing that could be done. She saw no resulting resentment from the corpse, a sign that residing in a burial mound was enough for her.
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