Within the rift of the Ascension spirit, sharp crystals pierced out, Minerva's static spread, nearly freezing the operations of the spiritual.
"Don't get wrong, Wen Sheng."
Wen Wen raised her hand coldly, wiped the dust off her face, unwavering: "Even if I end up in the most humiliating state, just Minerva alone, garbage like you, is still not enough."
"Burn yourself, repress your nature?"
Wen Sheng sneered, pulling out the crystal spikes growing from his body: "How skillful, sister, if I hadn't often done the sa thing, I might have been fooled by you... But your weak soul can't even resist spiritual plague; how long can it last?"
"Grinding you to dust is already enough!"
Ruins Fist cos whistling again!
"Then let see..."
Wen Sheng's three faces scoffed as he raised his hand again: "How much love and hate can your stone heart still feel?"
In an instant, he discerned Wen Wen's weakness.
Attacked fiercely.
The srizing rainbow light reappeared, endless love and hate converged, joy and sorrow condensed, like a storm, rushing forward, then scattered into fragile raindrops before the stone heart.
To no avail.
Yet imdiately, among countless scattered spiritual particles, those love and hate were given form, piercing towards the dangerously fragile soul!
In a mont, penetrated, effortlessly shook the roots of consciousness and self.
But more importantly...
—Soul Burning Spear?!
"No, this technique... is it A-Su?"
In a daze, Wen Wen struggled to contain her anger: "Where is A-Su?!"
"Only now do you rember?" Wen Sheng grinned, "So indifferent, Wen Wen. Even till the end, she ntioned you... I almost couldn't bear to watch!"
Outside the realm of bliss, the large serpent lingering upon Illusion Dream slowly wriggled, its long tail lifted, revealing the skeleton wrapped around it.
Countless moths have long gnawed the soul away.
Except for that one poisonous and hateful face, still lingering in the Illusion Dream, the empty eye sockets already void of light.
Even until the end, the Pope diligently fulfilled all of Wen Sheng's commands—including the most thorough monitoring of Wen Su.
The mont there's any sign of Wen Su wavering, any betrayal of the contract, then preemptively, rcilessly...
"She truly loved you, Wen Wen."
Wen Sheng's snake tail slightly swayed, displaying those shattered remains: "Look, on the surface pretending to cooperate well, yet willing to bear the consequences of breaching the contract and soul obliteration, while secretly, through the cycle of self-nature, kept poisoning .
Yet, who would have thought, her most beloved sister couldn't co to rescue her in the end, truly pitiable."
"..."
In the dead silence, Wen Wen stared blankly, silent.
Sister, why didn't you co to save ?
In the wind, it seed like a resentful questioning and sobbing echo was heard.
For a mont, Wen Wen wanted to speak but couldn't voice a sound, also unsure of what words could encapsulate a farewell.
Clearly, long beyond reconciliation.
Clearly, long before this, she had tried to control herself, turning herself into a Puppet obedient to her commands...
Yet for unknown reasons, she suddenly recalled the day she left everything behind.
After all these years, thinking she could distance herself from the past, break free from chains, yet never considering that the past still shadows closely behind, the chains still coiled around her.
No liberation.
The only thing she left behind was the child clinging to her corner, following every step.
She stayed in Hell, waiting quietly, hoping one day her sister would return, thus day after day, in endless tornt.
Therefore hated, even more insane because of it...
Even though Wen Wen never promised her anything, she still couldn't help but think now... If she had taken Wen Su along when she left, would everything have been different?
No matter how inherently vile, as long as corrected early, change could surely occur, right?
Perhaps she'd beco more docile, perhaps not, perhaps even worse.
Perhaps.
At that mont, she finally realized what she had missed.
Perhaps the hope of changing everything was right in front of her, but she fled, a seemingly rebellious departure, nothing but a wishful escape.
Even dared not turn back.
Because of her fear and cowardice.
"I'm sorry, A-Su, this is my fault, please... curse ."
She closed her eyes, whispered silently, and when those eyes reopened, the crystalline purple glinting like phantasmagoria, darkness erged, reflecting the silhouette upon the sky.
"Wen Sheng, it was my mistake not to kill you completely back then!"
"Regret it?"
Wen Sheng's voices overlapped, disdainful and cold: "You'll never have such a chance again!"
"Good."
Wen Wen laughed, so joyfully, without reservations.
"Then let's perish together!"
The sound of breaking echoed again, from her face, from her soul. After the loosening of shackles, the savage and violent true nature seed to awaken from a long dream, opening its eyes.
Complete liberation!
And thus, Illusion Dream shook, the bliss shattered.
After breaking the eternal prison, the dragon's phantom appeared.
This ti, rising from her back, no longer the small stone wings and fla, but a Heavenly Calamity birthed from the Vortex after everything was utterly destroyed!
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