182: Chapter 63: The Curtain Falls_3 182: Chapter 63: The Curtain Falls_3 He finally knew the truth, the falsely good-intentioned dissuasions and the familiar conversations were all from the mouth of the scoundrel who betrayed him.
In despair, he roared, his heartbreaking cries echoing!
He raised the cloth bag, exerting the little strength he had left, wanting to sacrifice everything to perish together with this malicious person.
But soone had forgotten that he was bearing a sinister curse.
Under the surge of emotions, the suppression of the magic weakened, and Liu Zhongwu’s magic burst forth, becoming uncontrollable!
“Ah, ah, ah, ah——!!”
Gurgle, the raised cloth bag rolled onto the ground.
Just like his split body in the city of the skies, soone’s body gradually dissolved into black water, no longer bearing any trace of humanity.
Calling himself a chess player, soone who manipulated lives behind the scenes…
had just died like that.
“…”
The cloth bag, rolling down the slope, moved towards the crystal clusters from the flowing black water.
The bundle’s skin was torn by the sharp edges of the crystal, revealing its true contents—a pale face.
Inside the cloth bag was astonishingly a head.
A man’s head.
Within the black water, two forces faintly erged, one completely clear, resembling crystal, and the other grey and obscure, like mist.
These were the powers of the giant dragon collected with great effort: the Spirit Prison Realm of Supibia, and Kong Hua Realm of the city of the skies.
The naless head opened its mouth, sucking both forces in.
The pale face stirred without wind, and a clear crystal neck grew below it.
The crystals molded into a torso and limbs, the material turning pale, transforming into human form; the mist solidified into a wide-sleeved robe, covering it, creating a white-dressed figure.
In the blink of an eye, the head was no longer just a head, but had beco a tall, lean man!
He raised his right arm, covering his face with his sleeve, only to see the grey mist solidify into a tall hat, landing on the ghostly man’s head.
Tap!
Tap!
His heels tapped on the crystal, the crisp sound echoing through the valley.
He moved in short steps like an actor on stage, his tall and thin body spinning half a turn on the spot, his long white sleeves dancing in the air, revealing the blood-red lips on his pale face.
“A chess player exits not as a player, a spectator enters truly as a spectator.”
He stood still, resting his arms on his sleeves, chanting a monologue in a long and lodious tone.
Like an actor who had practiced for a long ti stepping onto the stage of his dreams, even though there was no audience below, he was eager to sing his soliloquy.
“What is real, what is fake?
Who is loyal, who is treacherous?
Life is like a play, clear to the observer!”
He turned his head once more, looking towards the filthy black water.
Beneath the sleeve, ten fingertips stretched out invisible threads, diving into the water.
“Though the body is lost, the remnants of the heart persist.
The will condenses into a temporary, virtual body.”
“Half the spirit’s wisdom still harbors rebellion.
Seize all wisdom, total confusion like mud!”
His fingers moved in unison, like a Puppet Master controlling marionettes with strings, and the black water rose along with the strings, forming a robed figure.
This robed figure’s facial features faintly resembled a young child from before, but now appeared several years older, resembling a young man.
The reborn soone’s eyes were dim, showing no trace of the liveliness of a living person.
“Thus, a play well done, yet, who will take the stage next?”
Under the white robe, a hint of black-red fla ignited.
This color had dominated the nightti sky of the city in the skies fifteen days ago, the very blade of the Sword of the End.
The power of the black sword quickly covered all his robes, seemingly about to consu the ominous man, but it was blocked by actively curling grey mist by a quarter.
The crystal body, sowhat reluctantly, also shone a bit of light, jointly blocking the sword’s corrosion by half.
Thus, the Puppet Master’s clothes shimred with mixed colors, as if three forces were battling over his body, a magnificent and relentless fight unfolding.
The man was neither angry nor upset, rely lifting the hem of his robe and laughing, “The ti has not yet co!”
And the reborn soone just then regained consciousness, muttering, “What…
happened to …”
“You were dead, and I have saved you!”
The robed figure numbly raised his hand, trying to help the man with the tall hat, but grasped nothing.
As a virtual entity, he could no longer interfere in the tangible world, much like Qiluo when he first t Gongsun Ce.
The man with the hat reached into his sleeve and leisurely walked down the mountain with the newly reborn soone.
“What do we…
do next…”
“Having observed both realms, it’s ti to seek the new king.”
His voice rang with a unique lody, echoing like a song in the deep mountains.
“And head to Zero Island to seek Shiyu, and obtain Huojin’s and Zhi Pi’s techniques!”
(Second Volu ends)
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