Even if they et again in the future, Shen Tang and the others may not be his match.
Fighting against Liu Ye for his body could even bring about more violent retaliation.
For her, this was too dangerous.
Jia Lan looked down at the female in his arms, his slender, cold, white fingers gently stroking her slightly furrowed brows, his voice soft and low, "I am just a secondary personality that erged, and being able to keep my consciousness and stay by your side is already good enough."
"For , the most unbearable thing is losing you."
In contrast, he felt lucky that at least he could "see" and "hear" many things through spiritual power. Except for not being able to eat, sleep, or feel, there was not much difference from normal people.
"Lan’er, he deceived you. There is only a difference in strength between personalities, not a hierarchy," Lunus’s voice suddenly ca from the doorway.
Shen Tang and Jia Lan were both taken aback, looking towards the High Priest who walked in slowly.
Confusion flickered in Jia Lan’s eyes, "Father? Why do you say this? But I’m simply not a match for Liu Ye, I can’t even resist..."
"Father, am I too weak?"
If Jia Lan believed himself to be just a dood secondary personality ant to be devoured, perhaps he would not feel discontent.
But upon learning he was not a secondary personality, yet still unable to reclaim his body, besides discontent, there was deeper sha; he felt utterly useless.
Lunus looked at him with pity, explaining gently, "You are suppressed by Liu Ye because he has gained the complete Curse Power, while you have yet to receive the inherited powers of past High Priests, making it naturally difficult to compete with him."
He gazed deeply at his son’s pained and frustrated expression, his tone carrying a touch of regret, "And your power cannot break through to a higher realm... because of ."
The power of the Sea Clan’s High Priest has always been passed down from generation to generation.
The old dies and the new is born, inheriting throughout ti, unchanged for eternity.
But Jia Lan was the only special branch to grow from this main trunk.
So, he has always lived as an ordinary rmaid, never awakening the powers of the Priest Clan.
Jia Lan and Shen Tang evidently thought of this layer, shock appearing simultaneously on their faces.
Especially Jia Lan, who stared blankly at his father before him, his lips moving slightly, but ultimately unable to speak.
Lunus voiced what he couldn’t say,
"Only when I am gone will this power be passed on to you."
He stepped toward Jia Lan, speaking slowly, "Not having given you the Priest power before was partly due to a trace of human selfishness, unable to let go of this worldly prosperity, but more so because I didn’t want you to bear this shackle. I hoped you could escape the curse of the Priest Clan and live freely like ordinary Beastman children."
"The power of the Priest Clan, though strong, is also a shackle heavy with duty."
His voice was low, filled with deep mories and emotions, "I once didn’t want you to repeat my path, to be shackled, hoping you could enjoy a life of ordinary completeness with a partner, safely and freely live out your days... but now, I think you need this power."
"I should no longer be selfish; it’s ti to pass it on to you."
Lunus walked to Jia Lan, taking out a short blade from his sleeve and handing it to him,
his voice incredibly gentle, "Good child, kill ."
The blade glead coldly, reflecting the loving and gentle smile of the High Priest on one side, and the pale, fearful visage of the young man on the other.
"Father, I can’t..."
Jia Lan staggered back a few steps, looking at the man in front of him, eyes dry and unable to cry, yet his body trembled slightly, showing his inner resistance.
How could he kill his own father with his hands?
Lunus still gazed at him gently, his tone calm and slow, with no hint of fluctuation, yet carrying a certain alluring power, "Lan’er, only by obtaining the Priest Clan’s inherited power can you confront Liu Ye."
"Do it, Lan’er."
Lunus remained just as gentle and composed, his emotions rarely fluctuating, like a pond of still, lifeless water.
This was also a lesson every High Priest had to learn.
Only by severing emotions and desires, having no selfish attachnts, could one beco a true priest, always making correct decisions without regret.
However, Jia Lan refused to take the knife from him.
Eventually.
Lunus sighed lightly, not forcing him anymore; with a twist of his wrist, the blade pierced straight into his own left chest.
"Father!"
Jia Lan could no longer suppress his emotions, rushing forward to stop him, but it was too late.
Lunus’s body turned into a faint golden light, gradually dissipating, while the light flooded into Jia Lan’s body.
Jia Lan suddenly lost strength, collapsing to the ground, his face showing pain as if his soul could not bear such overwhelming power.
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