Chapter 229
But her "performance" gradually began to tear open the self-enclosed memories of the raven's shadow.
"Professor, look! I can give... life too! I can graduate now, right?"
"Woo woo woo... Slade, your ink is too expensive. Can't you make your own ink?"
The massive shadow of the raven was twitching and distorting. It merely caught a glimpse of the woman's face, and the entire spirit seemed to be struck by a heavy blow, releasing more memories into its mind.
Knowledge, recollections, experiences... A torrent of thoughts collided within its head, almost like a sharp explosion ringing in its ears.
Yet it remained frozen in place, its eyes beginning to show signs of hallucination.
The dilapidated factory before it transformed into a resplendent palace hall, and the golden-haired woman sat atop the steps covered in red carpet, speaking to the raven's shadow in her hands.
Suddenly, the woman’s movements froze, as if a wind-up doll had run out of its programmed sequence and was now starting a new one.
She stood up, looked up, and gazed in the direction of the raven.
"Slade."
"Run!!!"
Rip—
The flesh and clothing around the woman's waist exploded. The once resplendent palace, in the raven's eyes, seemed to turn into a sea of flames in an instant, and the woman's figure was dragged into the darkness.
No... no, no...
The raven's previously cold and indifferent gaze finally showed a flicker of emotion. Without any thought or hesitation, it dove toward the woman, even it itself was unsure why it was doing this.
But it felt that if it didn’t act, it would regret it once more.
This time was different; this time it was a god, it could save everything...
The raven plunged into the darkness, enveloping the shadow, but what awaited it was not the terrifying mosaic of darkness from its memories, but a girl with black-blue hair, her left fingers severed, and a horrifying monstrous hand.
Almost the moment it saw that monstrous hand, it vanished from its sight. Before the gears could even start turning, the hand had already seized its throat, swiftly dragging it toward the blood-red vortex...
...
"Ha..."
Xia'er slowly exhaled.
Thank goodness... nothing unexpected happened.
Xia'er looked at the still swirling blood-red vortex.
The raven and Xiao Zuo had already gone in; now it was her turn.
Xia'er controlled the corpse to stand up again. The body that had been lying on the ground, performing death, charged directly toward the blood-red vortex, but it passed right through it as if it were a glitch, crashing into the wall.
So it really doesn’t work...
Perhaps it was because it lacked the characteristics of a spiritual being or an extraordinary person?
Or was it that inspiration hadn’t reached a sufficient level to enter?
Xia'er didn’t conduct any more experiments; these were trivial matters. There were more important things waiting for her to accomplish.
Her left hand continued to bleed, feeding the blood-red vortex. She stepped through the blood array and extended her right hand toward it.
A monstrous hand emerged from the blood vortex, grasping Xia'er’s wrist and pulling her directly into the vortex.
The spiritual alarm rang loudly in Xia'er’s mind, a thick fog enveloping her vision, and everything around the factory began to twist.
In the mist, countless terrifying black shadows surged, drawing closer to Xia'er as the obscuring fog thickened.
There was no time for hesitation; she quickly dashed toward the raven, which was now standing dazed, eroded by the other realm.
"(Guan Su language) Impossible... I am a god... impossible..."
It seemed to sense something approaching from within the fog, but before it could react, a hand reached toward its pupil.
In that instant, the raven felt a wave of intense heat radiating from its eyeball.
A torrent of spirit, essence, and knowledge was being violently stripped from its spirit and body, causing its already twisted form to become riddled with wounds.
Power and knowledge that did not belong to it were being frantically plundered, leaving this spirit, which should have long been dead, with nothing but a battered body and memories.
Yet it simply watched the hand reaching for it, offering no resistance, just staring as it approached its eye.
Then, darkness enveloped its vision, as if the other eye had been destroyed as well, and its body rapidly decayed.
The fear before it completely dissipated, leaving only remnants of memories burning like the sun in its mind.
At the same time, changes began to unfold before Xia'er.
Silver gears floated above her fingertips, shimmering and spinning.
The gears seemed to accelerate the encroaching fog, which rolled and churned with black shadows, surging toward Xia'er.
At that moment, the "Echo of the Silver-White Timebinder" in Xia'er’s pocket flew out, colliding directly with the gear, bursting forth in dazzling silver light.
The silver glow nearly engulfed Xia'er’s entire field of vision, dispersing the surrounding fog. For a moment, the murmurs in her mind seemed to lighten, replaced by a warm, familiar sensation.
The once antique silver pocket watch began to twist and reshape with the addition of this gear, its simple exterior now adorned with intricate carvings. At the center of the dial, a gear was gradually taking form, slowly spinning.
【Go!】
Amidst the silver light, a system screen appeared before her, but it flashed and vanished almost instantly, yet it was enough to set Xia'er’s thoughts in motion again.
Xiao Zuo!
Sensing Xia'er’s intent, Xiao Zuo leaped up, grabbing the back of her collar and flinging her toward the shrinking blood vortex.
Thud—!
Xia'er’s figure was hurled out of the blood-red vortex like a rag doll, rolling rapidly on the ground before crashing into the factory wall with a loud bang.
The violent impact caused Xia'er’s form to flicker, her originally black-blue hair rapidly losing color, replaced by red, as she reverted from her transformed state.
At the same time, in the Ansu Goddess of Salvation Church, a saintess with her eyes tightly shut suddenly opened them, filled with shock and disbelief.
She quickly rose, leaping down from the altar, not even bothering to put on her shoes, rushing toward the door where the Pope was conversing with a cardinal.
"Your Holiness! Something's wrong..."
"One of the deities has already found a way to reclaim part of their uniqueness... and it’s not the goddess!"
"Where? Which church?"
"I don’t know... the signal is very vague, I can’t even tell if it’s in this world..."
This scene was not only unfolding in the Goddess of Salvation Church but also across various other churches and secret societies.
Someone had actually regained uniqueness after the Age of Chaos... something that hadn’t been achieved even during the thousand-year Holy Wars of the Ancient Era.
Only a select few at the highest levels were privy to this information, but everyone understood that the world was about to shatter once more...
The once-silent secret societies and churches would go mad in their quest for this truth...
Chapter 138: A Gentle Kiss.
Xia'er slowly made her way to the factory entrance, leaning against the door, using the dim sunlight to look at her right hand.
In her somewhat dazed vision, the skin on her right hand had cracked, and crimson tendrils were writhing out from the fissures, waving beside her hand.
Drops of blood, staining her fingers and palm, fell to the ground one by one.
Yet when Xia'er used her left hand to wipe the blood from her right hand, nothing came off.
In her left hand's perception, her right hand showed no signs of change; the palm was dry, devoid of any wet blood.
These two sensations were contradictory.
She had indeed torn open the raven's eyeball with her hand in the other realm, so it was impossible for her to have no blood on her hands, yet the blood shouldn’t be flowing like this—after such a long time, it should have dried up.
At this moment, the low roars of the monsters from the other realm echoed in Xia'er’s mind, their sounds reverberating like whispers, and she was grateful she couldn’t understand what they meant.
Xia'er slowly took out the "Echo of the Silver-White Timebinder" from her pocket.
At this moment, the pocket watch had lost its initial simplicity and began to display exquisite patterns.
Opening the silver cover, the watch no longer felt sluggish as it opened... it was as if it had been completely renewed.
But what caught Xia'er’s attention the most was the gear at the center of the dial.
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