Chapter 220: Who Cares If She’s an Urban Legend? |
In the dreamscape, Du Sixian seized every opportunity to practice every new spell that she learnt.
Boom!
The sudden thunder made her freeze on the spot, and her hands were still maintaining the same movements when the spell was cast.
The thunder was deafening as if it were exploding right next to her ears. Along with the thunder came an unbearable heat, which invisibly oppressed her nerves and seemed to ignite her blood.
Boom!
Several streaks of crimson lightning flashed in the clouds, and another explosion boomed. Looking up, the dark clouds in the sky were stirred by some kind of force, condensing into a huge lead-coloured vortex. A horrifying low roar became increasingly clear among the clouds.
Something’s coming.
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, a huge fireball pierced the darkness in the sky like a falling comet, and the red fire illuminated the entire dilapidated city.
From time to time, strange figures appeared on the streets, shrouded in a red-brown mist in the distance, wandering like lonely ghosts.
“There is a mountain, and there is a woman.”
The stinky sewage on the ground continued to heat up, and plumes of grey smoke evaporated in the air. Her ears continued to be filled with garbled, incomprehensible calls, and waves of tingling pain came from the depths of her brain.
The messy crimson lines were like a wildfire burning the grassland, running around in her mind like a dancing elf.
All kinds of horrific images flashed before her eyes, and a huge basalt stone monument rose in front of her, with ancient Arabic characters carved into it.
She could see children being impaled onto an altar, and as their blood spilt, it evaporated into the air, forming a pillar of smoke that morphed into a figure.
The figure was as burly as a giant, and its whole body was wrapped in flames and thick smoke. Its long, curved horns seemed to be cast from lava, and it was as dazzling as a torch that illuminated the darkest night.
After an unknown amount of time, the horrific fantasies in her mind gradually faded, and Sixian slowly raised her head, waking up from her nightmare.
The sky itself seemed to be ignited, and the huge fireball was nearing impact, falling into the streets in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
The violent shock wave swept across all directions with a terrifying fire, and the intense heat melted the reinforced concrete, turning it into a golden rain of fire that poured over the city.
A majestic, evil elf rose into the sky amidst the rain, opening its arms and embracing the sky, seemingly intoxicated by the destruction.
It was the pure manifestation of energy that contained Ifrit’s remaining will.
“Gulp…”
Sixian looked at the terrifying figure in the sky in horror and gulped. She wanted to force herself to wake up, but unknowingly, she let out a cry of horror instead as she muttered…
“There’s a mountain, and there is a woman.”
…
“There’s a mountain, and there is a woman.”
Inexplicably, a low call sounded in Lu Yibei’s ears, waking him up from his drowsiness.
Then he realised that he was falling into darkness.
Although there was neither a sense of weightlessness nor the sound of rushing wind, he felt as if he were falling.
And in the midst of his fall, there were waves of deep, chanting voices.
However, when he listened carefully, he couldn’t find where it was from as if it were echoing within his consciousness. The calls banded together, word by word, and they pieced together to form a unified voice that resonated in his soul.
And among the countless voices, he could hear Du Sixian.
Fuck! Why is it always you? Can’t you save me some trouble?
Cursing, he threw an imaginary stone into the darkness, causing invisible ripples to ripple across the darkness.
Then, a sound like broken glass came from the end of the darkness, and something was torn apart. A whistling sound could be heard, and flames started to emerge from his body as the façade began to collapse, heading towards the desolate land in his dreams.
…
Boom!
In the ruins of the city, the temperature is constantly rising. The burning garbage and scum emit pungent smoke, forming a toxic smog over the city.
Du Sixian trembled behind a toppled boulder. She knew that the huge monster was like a derailed train, rampaging through the city uncontrollably, getting closer and closer to where she was.
Plus, the high temperatures forced her into a heat-like daze, as if she would faint from dehydration at any moment.
I can’t stand it anymore. Where is god? Are there any gods here?
She knew there was a god in these ruins, and that god guided her to the Night Division. If God were here, they would not let this destruction continue.
It seemed to only get hotter, and the city itself was like a furnace.
Strangely enough, she felt comfortable in the scorching heat.
The surroundings were suddenly quiet—the calls from the streets, the rampaging of the monster, the collapsing buildings—they all disappeared in an instant.
She peeked out from behind the rock, and a spectacular scene was displayed before her.
One after another, flames pierced down into the ground, wedging themselves into the ruins of the city like pillars of flame and like a forest of light.
As a result, the city shook.
At that moment, in the sky, a graceful figure standing in the void slowly emerged, sitting on a throne in the centre of this dreamscape.
Her scarlet hair was flowing behind her, and the blazing flames were woven into a coat to wrap around her petite body. Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she were sleeping unconsciously.
She stared blankly at the girl in the sky, and only then did she realise something: “It’s… her! It’s my master! My mistress! She’s actually… my God!”
She knew that the girl who had helped her back in high school was powerful, and she had also suspected that she was an urban legend.
But never would she have thought that the person she had been looking for might actually be a mythical legend! A goddess of some sort!
Plus, it seemed like she had some kind of special connection with her.
But…
I’m a member of the Night Division now, and if my mistress is an urban legend, am I not a traitor?
She was worried, but she persuaded herself to accept this as a fact. She had been searching for her for so long, so she could only firmly grasp onto her thigh.
Plus, it’s not like her mistress was asking her to do anything bad.
While she was thinking, something changed.
After the girl appeared, the manifestation of Ifrit seemed to sense the danger and let out a thunderous roar. He pounced towards the girl, not intending to let her have the first move.
A storm suddenly arose in the centre of the city, and a large amount of air was sucked into the vortex of thick smoke. In an instant, a huge pillar of flames like a mountain rose into the sky with billowing black smoke, holding up Ifrit’s ferocious body that wrapped him in blazing flames as he shot out towards the girl in the sky.
The next moment, the girl in the sky suddenly woke up, and her golden eyes shot out a fiery, divine light.
And the world stopped.
Under the illumination of the fire, her petite body seemed to be enlarged, coupled with a terrifying aura, causing Ifrit to stiffen.
And this aura was primordial.
Even though the two existed in ancient legends, Ifrit seemed to be afraid of the girl. The girl’s legend seemed to span farther back than that of Ifrit’s, and she was much closer to a true god.
Ifrit was like a prince in a remote kingdom, while the girl was like the emperor of a bustling kingdom.
Plus, this was her dreamscape.
Breaking into this place was tantamount to trespassing on private property.
She had no need to hold back at all.
Ifrit spread out his wings of flame, intertwining into countless human figures with ferocious faces that seemed to crawl out of hell.
The faces shouted and sang, murmuring mind-breaking incantations as they looked at the girl in the sky.
The girl merely raised an arm, and several flaming swords stretched out from the void behind her, spinning and stirring the air around them, spreading into a blinding cyclone.
Sixian stared at the brilliant sword from behind the cover, feeling a stinging pain in the depths of her brain. A recitation could be felt within the recesses of her brain, embedded itself into her memory.
“A scorched sky and mountains that span outwards; a red earth—destruction, disaster, flames… Rain down the fires of Heaven, my flaming sword that guards the gate!”
Accompanying the chanting of the spell in Du Sixian’s mind, the girl stretched out her hand and made a stroke in the void.
In an instant, the flaming giant sword slashed down in the air, and a red arc fell from the sky like a star plunging into the atmosphere. Ifrit’s wings began to burn up and dissipate into the atmosphere, and the faces, too, went with the wind.
A blood-like torrent poured out from behind the girl, and looking at the scene in front of her, a strange thought flashed through Sixian’s mind.
Roar!
A shrill scream could be heard, stinging the eardrums of everybody in the city and imprinting pain on every soul.
Ifrit, surrounded by fire and blood, eyed the sky as it leapt towards a dark cloud.
There is no point in struggling.
It wanted to escape, but it seemed to get slower and slower, and at the last moment, it tried its best to reach into the clouds.
Just a little bit more…
However, its last chance to escape was cut off, cutting off its connection with the outside world and ushering in its tragic end.
Ifrit’s body shattered into dazzling fragments, scattering into every corner of the city and the crevices of the Earth.
From a distance, Du Sixian saw a bright wisp of flame flying towards her and hitting her between the eyebrows.
…
“Ah!”
The moment the flames hit her, she suddenly woke up and found herself back in the B&B. The scene of fire and destruction was still fresh in her mind, and she couldn’t help but tremble in her bed.
In a trance, an incantation emerged from the depths of her mind, and she chanted it softly.
In a trance, a mantra emerged from the depths of her mind, and she chanted it softly in her ears.
However, no matter how hard she tried, a spasm in her brain would force her to stop the incantation.
“Ow…” she moaned in pain, staring at the corner of the room.
This isn’t something I can master now. I can’t be too ambitious, but I have gained a lot of knowledge now.
While thinking, she gently clenched her fist. She had a slight feeling that, after witnessing the scenes in the dreamscape, she had completely mastered spell number 16.
“Her strength is otherworldly! Every time I feel like I’m about to catch up with her, I find another canyon between us.”
Subconsciously, this made her impression of Lu Yibei much greater.
However, even Yibei himself, after leaving the dreamscape, would not be able to cast spells of that level.
…
After inhaling the steam of the Disaster Liquid, Bai Kai saw many strange and bizarre sights.
He saw the people who kidnapped him as a child; he saw the desolate Gobi Desert where he almost died; he saw the urban legends that walked at night more than ten years ago; he saw the woman that he could never forget…
Her eyes were charming, and her voice was soft: “I’m back, and I’ll never leave your side again. Can we be together?”
“Absolutely!” He smiled, opened his arms, and stepped forward. The moment he hugged the woman, his hands glowed silver, and energy arose.
…
“Ack! Ack! Ack! Cough! Ack! Uerugh!”
Bai Kai coughed violently, waking up in a room filled with water vapour.
“Damn it, I should’ve seen right through it. How could she ever come back to me? Tsk.”
Bai Kai cursed and opened his eyes, seeing a room filled with thick smoke. He turned his head and looked towards the bed, where he saw a graceful silhouette that made his blood rush.
What a beautiful figure! Awesome! Wait, something’s wrong!
Why is he a girl now? What the hell happened?
In his stupor, the sound of glass breaking could be heard, and he hurriedly looked around the room.
The spells that sealed off the room in the four corners of the room were corroding and breaking under the water vapour, and the cracks glowed with a golden light.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he started to move quickly.
“O’ Sighing Turtle, embodying the nature of the Universe… I breathe along yin and yang, concealing the scenery within the heavy spring.”
Muttering an incantation, silver light danced around his body, faintly condensing into the shape of a tortoise shell. The illusory tortoise shell entered his body, forming a barrier between him and the water vapour.
Shielding himself from the intense heat, his lips trembled as he began to form seals, running around the room to reinforce the barriers in the room.
Then he picked up his godson’s clothes, closed his eyes, and gently covered her body.
He then found a corner farthest away from Yibei and sat down against the wall. He could sense the psychic energy fluctuations emitting from her and fell into a deep thought.
Weak energy is hidden underneath the violently hot fluctuations, and there is another bloodthirsty energy that could only belong to a Witch…
What a ploy! Checking whether the runes’ target is an urban legend should have been a necessary step in the past, but I skipped it because it was Bei.
Yibei’s father had talents in spells and alchemy, while his wife was a hybrid between a powerful urban legend and a human, and she had divine roots in her. It was silly of me to think that Yibei wouldn’t inherit their powers, but…
Who would’ve thought that Bei would become a Witch? When did she… no matter. It’s dangerous now—even if she’s still human, she still needs help to stay safe during the process of transferring runes. I don’t know if she can.
He ruffled his hair endlessly, saying, “I shouldn’t jinx it! The fluctuations are stabilising, and the most risky part of the operation is done. The issue now is…”
Bai Kai talked to himself and glanced at Yibei.
If she really is Yibei and not a Witch disguised as Yibei, how should I get her out? How should I get along with her in the future? She’s a girl, so I can’t get close to her. How do I address her parents if I meet them after I die? Sorry! Your son is now a girl! They are going to haunt me endlessly!
His thoughts turned into a slurry of porridge, and his numb eyes landed on Yibei.
Even if she is a Witch, as long as she is still Bei, I will protect her until the day she falls, and even then, I want it to be in my hands.
Thinking of this, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, a soft nasal sound suddenly echoed in the room.
Sniff… sniff…
Lu Yibei woke up.
