In Ying Xiu’s blood-red eyes, Baili An was reflected, containing deep hatred:
"If it weren’t for this coward ending his own life, plunging his dearest ones into boundless pain, how could his birth mother beco maddened day by day!
For commoration, she even went to the extent of using a strand of his hair and breath to create .
If not for soone treating as a re replacent, how could I be so pitiable as to strive day and night to imitate soone else just to survive!"
Every word from Ying Xiu was filled with blood and tears: "I sincerely tried to please Ying Ji, but her treatnt of was to utilize to the utmost extent.
She rely wanted to reminisce another soul through my façade! This is what you owe ! This is what you owe !"
Inside the hall, under Ying Xiu’s frantic accusations, the atmosphere was montarily oppressive and silent.
For a long ti.
Baili An lowered his eyes; his gaze as clear as autumn water, icy like snow and frost, tinged with coldness: "Has a dream lasted so long that not even you can differentiate between dreams and reality? If my mother truly considered you as my substitute, why would she na you ’Ying Xiu’?"
Ying Xiu froze for a mont, speechless.
Baili An said no more, flicking his fingers, sending a clear spirit light over, which fell into Ying Xiu’s spirit platform.
A cool sensation spread from Ying Xiu’s forehead, his whole body shook, feeling his spirit platform suddenly clear; the dust-laden mories of two hundred years were breezed away by the spirit light.
mories hidden in dark corners surfaced slowly, like scattered light spots and foam from the depths of the sea.
Ying Xiu’s eyes were chaotic, sinking into distant and forgotten mories.
He saw his soul fragnted and mottled, for a mont glimpsing countless versions of himself, endlessly floating in space.
He was originally from the earth veins of Houtu, unseen by the world, a tiny microorganism wandering through life.
Without consciousness, without entity, even his soul was fractured and pale.
Like the most primitive soul structure, unaware of ti’s length, leaving no trace even within the Six Realms.
Like a mushroom spore, wherever it falls, it parasitizes.
Life for microorganisms like him, smaller than dust, is always brief; with stronger winds, they vanish without a trace.
Unwilling to accept his inherently weak and small existence, like a fish dying for water, a tree parched to death, a strong will to live drove him to see hope in a Puppet’s body.
Unhesitatingly, he absorbed Soul Power from his kind, weakly and frantically striving to rge and parasitize the empty shell.
At that mont, he wished nothing else, hoping for God’s rcy to obtain this body, to attain rebirth, altering his obscure Life Plate.
It seems there really is a god in this world...
This was his thought when he opened his eyes, seeing light from a colorless world!
He was overjoyed, feeling as the most favored and fortunate being in the world.
He knew this shell was called human.
Created by the highest, yet infinitely lonely ruler of Central Netherworld as a mourning artifact.
He claid it as his own, then learned to walk, eat, cultivate, eventually growing into a youth.
When he changed this shell beyond recognition, that woman gave him a na.
Ying Xiu.
At that ti, the woman with sorrowful eyes said he had received what he desired, now he could travel far away.
He knew he had personally destroyed the last semblance of her son, leaving no trace.
But facts proved, after becoming human, the heart beneath the shell grew increasingly unsatisfied.
That once sky-high Wish, contrasted by desire, beca insignificant, worthless.
What he wanted was not rely a parasitic shell.
In that mont, he wished to deceive all, to beco Baili An.
He made a Wish, and the divine spirit appeared again, fulfilling his desire once more.
Everyone, including himself, also believed that he was the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, the deceased and resurrected Baili An.
Ying Xiu lay on the ground, watching the dust and sand slowly float under the light; his breathing gradually slowed, heart dulled and numb from the penetrating wounds, body temperature dropped, feeling as though dying again.
His pale lips muttered: "This isn’t real?!"
His origins, his birth, born from his life’s pursuit, how could it be a deceptive and fraudulent life?
So laughable, so tragic.
Like a dwarf in lead actor’s costu, singing grand scenes montarily, Star Sea vastness.
While in secret suffering confusion and vicissitudes as a clown.
Ying Xiu laughed deliriously, tears streaming into his sideburns; he raised his blurred and mottled face, eyes vacant, looking in Baili An’s direction, chuckling: "It shouldn’t be this way... my ending shouldn’t be like this, right?"
In the National Governance Hall, silence prevailed.
The crowd seed to understand sothing, looking at Ying Xiu with eyes of pity and tragic compassion.
Baili An looked down at Ying Xiu, eyes profoundly dark, serene to the extre, like lake water without ripple or wave; he slowly squatted, speaking: "Do you still not understand? It’s not my mother who owes you, but your strong survival desire parasitized upon her solace, thus accomplishing who you are now."
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