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This surprised me; it seemed as if the Dead Monk had been waiting for our arrival.
It wasn't until the Dead Monk said, "You have come," that I confirmed he had known Chen San was coming all along.
Chen San acknowledged my presence.
The Dead Monk's voice was old and hoarse, while Chen San's voice was dark yet youthful.
I glanced at Chen San, but his gaze remained fixed on the Dead Monk.
Chen San said, "I have given you one soul and one spirit."
The Dead Monk replied, "That is fair."
Chen San's fear of the Dead Monk seemed to have vanished. When we first descended into this tomb, Chen San had shown a strong sense of dread towards him.
But now, that fear had completely dissipated.
One soul and one spirit. Chen San had given the Dead Monk one soul and one spirit, but why did the Dead Monk only want one soul and one spirit? This puzzled me. According to the Hall of East Ba,
Chen San had a spirit but could not fully merge with it.
Meanwhile, the Dead Monk possessed a body but lacked a soul.
Logically, it would make sense for the Dead Monk to take all of Chen San's soul, yet he chose not to do so.
Perhaps this was part of their agreement.
"You brought him here to help you."
"Chen San" murmured, "I must survive."
"Dead Monk" suddenly sneered, "When you chose me back then, did you think I would achieve enlightenment?"
"Chen San" did not respond. Regardless of the past, the fact that "Dead Monk" had achieved enlightenment was now a reality.
"Chen San" turned to me and said, "Saning, later I will merge with the monk. Help me."
I was about to ask how I could help when "Chen San" added, "Give me your soul." Those four simple words made me hesitate.
However, "Dead Monk" seemed to disregard my presence entirely as he focused on "Chen San."
What had once appeared as a mere skeleton suddenly shed its dust and transformed into a clean white bone.
I suddenly understood that "Chen San" needed this white bone; otherwise, his soul would never be able to merge with a body.
Yet at that moment, the white bone bore only a trace of a soul, waiting for "Chen San." The skeletal form was becoming spiritual, ultimately giving rise to its own consciousness.
Soon, I saw golden light emanating from the white bone, flowing towards "Chen San," who did not flinch.
"Chen San's" soul detached from his physical form, and I watched as it moved toward the white bone. In no time, the two merged together.
Both the soul and the bone trembled violently as they fused.
Golden light intertwined with crimson threads bursting forth from the white bone. I watched intently as a river of stars flowed from my eyes.
A soulless essence gathered from my gaze, enveloping me completely.
At that moment, I realized that, to some extent, my eyes were a "Soul Sea."
When the souls emerged from my eyes, they swirled around me. I watched these souls as they seemed to cheer, for I had summoned them forth.
But if they knew that they were to be part of a Ritual Burial next, what would they think? Of course, they were unconscious.
The souls flowed out from my eyes, and I felt a dryness creeping in. Then I sensed a coolness on my cheek; when I touched it, my hand was stained with red blood.
Tears streamed from my eyes.
My tears were blood—how absurd! Surely, these must be the tears of a demon.
The struggle between Chen San and the Dead Monk continued.
The two seemed to be vying for possession of one another.
Red blood threads intertwined with a flood of golden light before my eyes.
Before long, I saw the hidden Relics emerge; they burst forth from the statue and flew toward the Dead Monk.
A perfect parabola formed, but I managed to catch one.
The Relic throbbed in my palm as I held it tightly.
Chen San was clearly no match for the Dead Monk. It was ridiculous that this guy had lived for hundreds of years yet could not overcome a monk who had only lived for a few decades.
Chen San's soul trembled and let out a wretched scream.
But soon enough, I heard Chen San reciting incantations. A vortex began to form within his soul. He sought to absorb mine.
But the soul that enveloped me remained still, for I had not allowed it to leave.
Chen San let out a cry of anguish.
The whirlpool stirred up the dust around us. Chen San called my name, Saning. Yet I remained unresponsive, for I was entranced by the sight of the Dead Monk's bones glowing with golden light.
I was mesmerized by the Dead Monk.
Chen San's soul twisted, revealing a look of torment. I glanced at Chen San and ultimately decided to give a portion of my soul to him. Chen San quickly devoured my soul.
However, the process of devouring was not so smooth, as the golden Buddhist light isolated part of the soul from him.
At that moment, Chen San's body, which lay on the ground, suddenly sprang to life.
He turned to look at me, and I was stunned once again. This bastard Chen San had another trick up his sleeve; his soul was incomplete.
I suddenly realized that in this world, there were still some souls I could not see through—like Ke'er and now Chen San.
Chen San moved forward.
It seemed that the Dead Monk had not anticipated Chen San having such a trick up his sleeve, and he immediately grew anxious, cursing at Chen San.
Chen San sneered and paid no heed. I watched as he approached and directly reached out to seize a soul fragment belonging to the Dead Monk.
From my vantage point, I found Chen San somewhat sinister and frightening.
That soul fragment was quickly pulled out, and I saw the corporeal Chen San swallow it whole.
The Dead Monk let out a terrible scream.
At that moment, several Relics flew directly towards him, but I did not intervene; I allowed the souls to continue their Ritual Burial.
They all emitted a mournful "woo-woo" sound, as if they were lamenting, and the blood from my eyes flowed more and more. Gradually, I began to feel a twinge of pain.
Souls drifted out from my eyes, drawing closer to me, but I resisted them, pushing them away. They were then consumed by the vortex created by Chen San.
The wailing of the souls grew louder and more sorrowful, while the pain in my eyes intensified.
I wiped away the blood from my eyes and looked at Chen San and the Dead Monk.
The Relic hovered in mid-air, its red light seemingly blocking the souls I had released.
Neither side was willing to back down.
At this moment, either Chen San would be killed by the Dead Monk, or the Dead Monk would be slain by Chen San; only one of them could survive.
Chen San called out to me again, addressing me as Saning.
I replied that I understood.
Throughout it all, the Dead Monk had not spoken a word, except for that one insult directed at Chen San.
Another wave of souls surged toward Chen San, and at that moment, it felt as if salt had been poured into my eyes; the pain was unbearable.
I breathed heavily, beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
The wails of the souls grew increasingly loud until they suddenly ceased. I clenched my teeth to prevent myself from crying out in pain.
At that moment, someone asked me, "Does it hurt?"
I immediately became tense, looking around but still seeing no one, nor any spirits.
Pain—this little pain—what did it matter compared to the previous times?
I didn't respond. Suddenly, a laugh echoed through the air. He said, "How do you feel now?"
I replied that I felt fine.
He continued, "Saning, you saved Chen San, yet Chen San is killing you."
As his words fell, I felt a chill run through my heart.
I stared into the void, but there was nothing there. I could only hear his voice; whatever he said was all I could perceive.
"Can he really kill me?"
"You killed yourself. You handed over your soul; isn't that the same as killing yourself?"
I retorted, "But those are Wandering Spirits, not my soul."
Is that so? The souls in the eyes of the White-Eyed People have never been willingly given away; you are the first.
"I am the first," I said.
He replied, "You are so foolish; of course, you are the first." With that, he laughed again.
Listening to his laughter, I felt confused. Those souls clearly weren't mine; why did he say they were? We both fell silent.
After a moment, I asked, "Who exactly are you?"
Only Evil Being or Lin Li could possibly know this. However, I clearly sensed the demise of both of them.
How could it be either of them?
He did not answer my question but instead said, "The soul, Saning, the soul that returns to the eyes, that is all your soul."
His tone seemed to grow heavier.
He continued, "Go and retrieve your soul."
I looked up at the souls floating in this space. They seemed to be looking back at me, as if reluctant to part. But I didn't understand; they had no consciousness, so how could they feel reluctance?
My breathing quickened, and blood continued to flow from my eyes.
He said to me, "Saning, White-Eyed People never give up their own souls; they never hand their souls over to others."
I asked, "Do I have to come back?"
He replied that of course, the souls of White-Eyed People can only belong to those with white eyes. Just like how Lin Li had given you the soul Ritual Burial. Saning, you must understand that you are White-Eyed People. Without a soul, you will die.
Although I didn’t know who was speaking to me, I felt he made sense. I thought to myself, Chen San, I cannot die; I've done enough for you.
I gazed at the souls drifting in the air and said, "Come back."
With those words, the souls floating in the space began to descend into my eyes. Chen San absorbed many of my souls; it was almost enough now.
As those souls responded to my call, they cheered and quickly fell into my eyes. More and more souls returned.
I said to Chen San, "I can only help you this far."
Chen San turned to look at me but did not say much. The blood vessels in his face had not receded; they continued to bloom, and he seemed somewhat angry, yet he remained silent.
After my soul returned, my eyes felt a wave of relief. I wiped away the blood at the corner of my eye, and the pain was beginning to fade.
I asked him, "Is this enough?"
He replied, "You need to ask yourself."
I questioned myself, but I didn't know the answer. I understood that my soul had left my body, and it made me uneasy.
I gazed into the void and asked, "Can you tell me who you are?"
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