Chapter 3998: Chapter 1906: Mortal and Godhood
The forest is lush and the children babble.
Under the ancient japonicum of the Mournful Emperor realm, Bei Huai and the phantom of the black-robed figure sit across the table, upon which are three bowls of blood-red liquid.
The vitality breath is extrely dense, nearly overflowing.
“You are more dim than before.”
The gentle breeze brings the evening’s mournful cry, exceedingly comforting.
With a poised deanor, Bei Huai takes a sip from the blood wine before him, speaking with apparent ease.
Opposite him, the Ghost Ancestor’s figure is hazy, and compared to the last ti he appeared, there is a noticeable “virtualization”.
He remains silent.
In Bei Huai’s presence, the Ghost Ancestor is a miser with words.
This does not extinguish the enthusiasm of a solitary researcher of life; Bei Huai sets down the weathered stone bowl, gazing across, and speaks to himself:
“The Spirit Dao Disc has long been solidified, and those ascending will ultimately collide with the supre; this was supposed to be your final mont of competition.”
“Yet now, Sword Deity Hua is eroding your authority, your ‘soul’ is being consud, and you remain indifferent.”
“Why?”
Bei Huai stares at him, his eyes containing pure curiosity.
He is much like a cultured scholar, exuding a scholarly air with a profound interest in the unknown and new phenona.
Outsiders cannot see from Bei Huai’s perspective; from this angle, they can see the black-robed figure opposite, power flowing away into the intangible whirlpool behind.
Yet the Ghost Ancestor has not taken even the slightest asure to stop this occurrence.
Bei Huai speaks again, probing:
“Repeatedly letting go of authority, your status will decline each ti. That, I know, you know as well.”
“So, you are not rely ‘letting go’; you are ‘completing’. Like my research, you too wish to be reborn in Sword Deity Hua, via the ghost beast host body?”
The Ghost Ancestor remains motionless, the will-o-wisp under the black hood does not flicker at all, revealing neither a ‘right’ nor ‘wrong’.
“Don’t conceal it.”
Bei Huai shakes his head slightly and pushes one bowl of blood water toward the front:
“Your soul, it’s boiling.”
The fluctuating soul aura remains completely unmasked, and upon hearing this, there isn’t the slightest indication of stillness.
Human emotions fluctuate with words; the Ghost Ancestor transforms accordingly, imprisoned within the mournful cry, laid bare here.
“Life Blood Water.”
The Ghost Ancestor stares at the blood-red liquid in the stone bowl; Bei Huai also regards the three stone bowls:
“Indeed, my current power is only a third of yours, so I cannot acquire you for now; you need not fear.”
“And, just like the bowl of water in front of …”
He points to the bowl with only two-thirds remaining, looking up with a smile:
“The authority of the soul, you choose to let go to Sword Deity Hua.”
“The authority of reincarnation, you choose to let go to Xu Xiaoshou.”
“You were a full bowl, now you give away two-thirds, wanting to actively descend to one-third… Ghost Ancestor, you are tempting .”
Bei Huai tilts his head slightly, his gaze mischievous: “My self-control is not very strong; I might truly make a move.”
The breeze caresses the hills.
The Ghost Ancestor’s black robe gently flutters, the will-o-wisp in his eyes dances.
He does not care about his life or death, only regretting that Bei Huai ultimately revealed everything about eting Xu Xiaoshou.
And to this day, Xu Xiaoshou has yet to truly wield the scythe of the God of Death.
This is a very clear signal: he does not trust him, nor is he willing to engage in deep cooperation with him.
It’s understandable!
From Xu Xiaoshou’s perspective.
To an unfamiliar individual, what guarantees cooperation, even if he is the Ancestral God?
He equally has better choices for cooperation, such as Level Three Bazhun’an, Kong Yuhen, and even Demon Ancestor and dicine Ancestor.
In terms of potential or status, these beings are far above his own priority.
Yet understanding is one thing; the Ghost Ancestor can only sigh in the end…
Ti is not with .
Destiny, too, is not with .
Now isolated and unsupported, threats before and behind, he is at a dead end, his only hope forced to rely on Sword Deity Hua — anyone can see this truth, and who will let him succeed?
Under the watchful eyes of dicine Ancestor and Bei Huai, over the years the Ghost Ancestor has made nurous small attempts, but none went unnoticed or unsuppressed.
To the point where the divine palace had to be lost, authority had to be transferred, and the once-glorious Ancestral God has now beco a dog without a ho.
Such is the trend, the situation.
The Ghost Ancestor looks at it at a glance, easily seeing his conclusion.
Without surprise, he will be the first pitiful one to be eliminated, his power divided and consud by different factions.
“But I don’t want to act so quickly.”
Bei Huai rests his fist on his cheek, the other hand pointing at the life blood water before the Ghost Ancestor:
“Drink it and retain so power.”
“Don’t let Sword Deity Hua succeed so easily; of course, Xu Xiaoshou won’t suddenly decide to help you. You continue to hang on, until…”
He turns his head, gazing at the lush and picturesque mournful scene, breathing in the air filled with earthy and floral fragrances, at ease:
“Until I wish to consu you, then you submit willingly, won’t you?”
This is not a request.
It’s an unvarnished threat.
Every trick has been seen through, losing the courage and capability to smash the pot, wanting to drink or not drink this bowl, it must be drunk.
The Ghost Ancestor picks up the stone bowl, drinking the blood water in one gulp.
Inside, it is filled with dense life essence, dicine Ancestor’s aura, branding, and Bei Huai’s mournful power, all entering his stomach.
This is not the first bowl; in the past, he has likewise “actively” drunk too many bowls.
“Good.”
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