Chapter 1260 - 964: The Stars and Me

Chapter 1260: Chapter 964: The Stars and Me

Six emerald bullets lay quietly in the chamber, exuding a dream-like glow that illuminated his curled lips.

When Huai Shi slightly shook his hand and closed the magazine, the heavy revolver in his hand seemed to smile along with him.

As if something wonderful had happened.

It made one truly understand a gun’s joy and happiness.

And now, as the dark muzzle slowly raised and aimed forward, a phantom of a blond youth appeared beside Huai Shi. Wearing a biker jacket and donned in worn-out boots, it seemed as if he had returned from a long journey.

Beelzebub raised his hand, pulled down his sunglasses from his nose ridge, and smiled at his long-lost friend.

Offering a fragrant and melodious greeting.

"—Fuck your mother, did you miss me?"

Huai Shi pulled the trigger!

In that instant, Osiris’s Light of Judgement descended!

It was a thin line, yet it cast the sky and earth into darkness, as if condensing all the splendor and brilliance in the world. Everywhere it passed, Hell was decisively cleaved apart, and all obstacles met with brutal destruction.

Even countless overlaid roots could not stop the coming of this point of light, dissipating like bubbles into dust.

When Source Substance, transformed by Divine Nature, was activated so thoroughly, the blessing from the Light King descended from this dark Hell!

Bringing light’s redemption to all things.

At the same time, it also delivered Pluto’s cold and merciless judgment.

In an instant, a huge rift appeared in the massive trunk of the Remaining Evils of the World. As the void emerged, the light of judgment that penetrated thousands of miles broke through layers of boundaries, then dispersed into the neon of the polar night sky.

Disrupting the auroras all around!

Then, the cylinder rotated.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger again!

The second light of destruction illuminated Lu BaiYan’s face again!

Immediately followed by the third, fourth, fifth...

As six destructive lights roared by, leaving behind persistent traces, Hell had already been shattered into fragments by those overlapping judgment paths.

The ink of the sea dispersed.

The reflection of the Remaining Evils of the World convulsed in agony, once again facing destruction.

Lu BaiYan froze in place, lowered his head, and glimpsed his disintegrating shell.

He bent over, vomited blood, knelt on the ground, and struggled with all his might to maintain consciousness, yet could not stop the spread of collapse, using his last breath to utter a hoarse murmuring:

"What virtue does night have, to die and then be reborn?"

What virtue does the moon have, to be reborn after death?

In an instant, one of the projections created by the Crown of National Mourning dissolved, and Lu BaiYan’s broken shell welcomed rebirth—

Reviving once again from the brink of inevitable death!

Only his originally black hair had turned gray, showing the signs of age...

"You’re a fucking nuisance!"

Huai Shi raised his foot, stomped, trampled!

Lu BaiYan’s body was once again buried in the soil.

Then, Huai Shi lifted the Sword of Virtue expressionlessly and struck down.

Blood splattered!

A lifeless head flew into the air, lips still opening and closing.

Mumbling something amidst the spilling foam of blood.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Huai Shi’s feet turned hollow, and the body he stepped on disintegrated into ash while the last Great Priestess projection of Lu BaiYan transitioned quickly from afterimage to solid.

Abandoning his shell, trading for one last life.

This time, at the moment of rebirth, the aged, gray-haired man raised his hand, the last ink butterflies converged at his fingertips, forming a dark sword blade.

Firmly blocking Huai Shi’s slash.

But Huai Shi stepped forward with an expressionless face, pressing the sword blade down, overlooking that shabby face.

"Twice is enough."

Huai Shi said impatiently, like scolding a disobedient child, "You can’t cheat for a lunchbox this way, Lu BaiYan. Enough—can’t you just obediently die?"

"...In your dreams!"

Lu BaiYan’s face twitched violently, vicious and mad.

The seemingly emaciated body suddenly lunged forward, a white jade-like hue emerged, turning to iron stone, intending to knock him aside.

Yet he felt as if he had crashed into a speeding truck, experiencing Huai Shi’s terrifying high temperature!

Like steel, skin turned red hot.

—Overload State!

Then, Triple-fold Lightning overlapped, and Heaven Collapse’s loud rumble spread!

Huai Shi’s raised left hand bypassed the sword blade, smashing into Lu BaiYan’s face, utterly breaking his defense, Lu BaiYan staggered back.

"It’s time to exit, Lu BaiYan."

Huai Shi dragged the sword blade forward, telling him, "You’ve wasted enough time, it’s about time you learn to say goodbye to the audience."

"Absolutely not!"

The gray-haired man steadied himself again, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, but his expression was fierce like a beast, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins: "You’re delusional!"

Answering him was the falling Axe Blade.

In an instant, it shattered that thin layer of ink color, then the Long Spear drove straight through.

Lu BaiYan reached out, holding tight the gun’s edge, disregarding how the sharp weapon shredded his arm, moving forward, blood turning to ink, forming a sharp sword blade in his right hand, stabbing down!

The blood-colored Longsword was deflected again by the Sword of Virtue, light and agile like floating clouds and flowing water, making this insignificant offensive veer off.

In Huai Shi’s hand, the outline of the Axe of Anger appeared and slashed down!

Cutting off his last right hand.

Severed limbs flew.

Yet Lu BaiYan did not pause for a second, like a beast, he opened his mouth, sharp teeth biting towards Huai Shi’s throat.

The Hammer of Sorrow swung out!

Thunderous sound!

The broken shell flew backward, not waiting to touch the ground, Huai Shi’s figure flashed before him, in a flicker, multiple Shadow Burial Shuttles, not giving him a chance to gain a single inch of distance.

Grudge reversed.

From the crow flock’s hungry cries, pierced through his chest, pinning him to the ground.

Lu BaiYan opened his mouth, vomiting shattered organs, yet his gaze remained fierce, amidst the sluggish and hazy trance, his hatred never dissipated, instead, growing heavier.

Almost causing his eyes to burst out of the socket.

Huai Shi raised his foot, stepping on his body, hands gripping the handle, pressing the blade down inch by inch, piercing his body, yet Lu BaiYan stubbornly raised his head, as if trying to lift his body again.

With broken teeth, intent on biting through Huai Shi’s throat!

"Why are you so stubbornly seeking your own death, Lu BaiYan—"

Huai Shi gazed down indifferently, asking coldly, "Why don’t you just obediently die?"

The corners of Lu BaiYan’s bloody mouth twitched.

As if amused.

Yes, why indeed?

Why am I the only one so miserable?

Spent a lifetime in vain, wanting to achieve something but fearing stains and contamination, wanting to avoid conflict yet unwilling to let go of ambitions. Yearning to become a piece of jade, but knowing his own ability, he can only be an ink-stained inkstone...

A decoration for display.

Why am I the only one unable to achieve anything!

Just because I’m still alive?!

"I fought until the very last moment!"

The dying beast roared, enduring the seventy years of accumulated sorrow and despair, hoarsely questioned, "Is this ending unavoidable?"

"Just because I’m still alive?"

He screamed mournfully, using all his strength: "I never betrayed Utopia!"

In silence, only the distant sound of wind, the falling snowpowder.

Huai Shi disappointedly closed his eyes.

"What about your students, Lu BaiYan?"

He asked softly, "Where have they gone..."

Lu BaiYan’s expression froze.

His eye corner involuntarily twitched.

As if recalling once more the nightmarish scenes from seventy years ago.

Collapsing buildings, a tilting world, the Heavenly Kingdom falling from the Vault of Heaven, burning flames, the wails and cries of companions...

And those students he loved and guided.

Corpses scattered.

In the hollow pupils, reflecting his own pale face.

They...

They all died.

Died right in front of him—

All companions, all students, everything he protected and was proud of, all came to an end that day.

Buried amidst the rubble.

Sunk into Hell.

In silence, the teacher, holding his sword again questioned, filled with incomprehension: "But why are you still alive?"

Lu BaiYan’s lips opened and closed with difficulty, but he could not make a sound.

Like seventy years ago.

He fell to the ground, adrift, clearly having forgotten to breathe, yet unable to stop shivering.

Amid the spreading pool of blood, Matthes looked back, tipped his hat to the dead, then walked by him, gradually departing.

As if he did not see him.

Because he did not resist...

From beginning to end, he never stood up.

Only watched everything happen, letting things become irreparable.

Letting them take away what he cherished most.

Without saying a word...

Whether Luo Su or Huai Shi, they did not care what happened to Lu BaiYan that day; their disdain was for this disgraceful and unsightly result.

"Why did your students die before you?"

Huai Shi asked softly, "Answer me—why didn’t you avenge them?"

In the silent snowfall, only difficult gasps.

Lu BaiYan stared blankly at him.

As if unable to comprehend his words.

"See, even before betrayal, you already failed, didn’t you?"

Huai Shi said, "You did not make a choice, so you did not choose to stand on Utopia’s side.

You chose to be a bystander...

Unfortunately, ’bystander’ is the most nauseating pronunciation among countless betrayals.

—In the end, you watched your students die, personally buried your own future."

Abandoned the legacy of your ideal, exchanging for this meaningless enduring life...

Breathing air bought by their sacrifice, eating the sweet breakfast bought by their blood, living the peaceful life they offered to everyone in this world.

Then, full of resentment and unwillingness.

Saying to others, I’m innocent...

An error can have a thousand reasons, but betrayal has no excuse.

It is not an action.

But an irreparable result.

Enough to negate all that was before...

"Do you know?"

Huai Shi looked up, gazing at the vast night sky, those shining stars in the darkness: "Cheshel, Auden, Ying Fangzhou, Vitali... many have already died.

Many waited a lifetime, never able to wait for the day the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy was rebuilt.

But in the end, they still believed their sacrifice would not be in vain, that one day the treasures they left for the world would have value.

Receiving their unwavering trust, I feel ashamed because I clearly did not do anything for them... Yet when they look at me, it’s like they’re seeing their future, filled with anticipation.

They believe I can achieve something, helping me to come this far...

Therefore, I feel I must do something for them. At least, not let them wait any longer.

I want to rebuild the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy, and also want to restore Utopia of old.

Not just for them, but also for myself.

Now, this day is coming—"

Huai Shi lowered his eyes, overlooking with the countless stars overhead.

"Please move aside a bit, Lu BaiYan."

"—You’re blocking my ’ideal’."