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Suddenly, the place fell silent.
However, the lights remained on, seemingly illuminating my current predicament even more clearly. Wang Wei had gone to open the door, but it was nearly impossible to budge.
The height and width, combined with the stone material, made it difficult to open. Unless there was a mechanism, but since the Princess had trapped us here, she must have prepared for this in advance. How could escaping be an easy task?
The vanished Dragon Vein left Chen San feeling somewhat dejected.
Ke'er and the Seed of Souls. But if there was no Ke'er and the Seed of Souls, how did the Princess mention Ke'er's name back then?
Was this lie already laid out in advance? If so, that would be truly terrifying.
The bloodstains on Chen San's face had disappeared.
Since Chen San knew about Azure Mountain, he must understand some of its secrets. I asked him what was going on with the Seed of Souls.
Chen San then revealed a shocking secret: "I don't know who left the Seed of Souls, but it's not from any specific person."
After hearing this, I glanced at Chen San and asked if it was true. Then why did you say there was a secret about the Revival Pearl hidden here?
It was because of this Seed of Souls that I said so.
"But this seed already carries Ke'er's aura," I replied.
Chen San looked surprised and said, "Could it be that your wife has already used this seed?"
Damn it, can anyone use this Seed of Souls?
I said I didn't know. But since there was Ke'er's aura above it, she must have used it; Ke'er had used the Soul Seed. Tujin Xiangba.
Is Ke'er's identity really just that simple—a mere fallen person?
Wang Wei struggled for a while before calling out to me, "Saning, the door won't open!"
This was something I had anticipated; if this door could be opened, it would indeed be strange. Just then, I noticed a red light shining through the top of the tree roots.
The red light streamed in, casting shadows on the ground.
Everyone found it odd, but I knew this must be the light of the Red Moon. It felt like an ominous sign.
The so-called Ritual was likely about to begin.
Damn it, I had been careless.
Wolves and the moon have been closely linked since ancient times, and this so-called Red Moon... I took a deep breath, feeling disaster slowly creeping in like the light of the Red Moon.
I inhaled deeply again, gazing at the Red Moon, then glanced at the altar. Just moments ago, Chen San had mentioned that the bloodletting was over.
It seemed that the Princess was merely a prelude.
Chen San said, "We need to leave quickly. Otherwise, we might face utter destruction."
Of course, Chen San and I shared the same thought: we wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. I reached the door, but before I even touched it, I sensed that it was futile.
"Saning Brother, the range of the red light is expanding," Clay Bodhisattva shouted excitedly.
I looked at the red light; indeed, its reach was growing. But at that moment, I thought I heard a sound resembling a Wolf Howl—though it was not quite like one.
Then I saw that little creature reappear within the red light. This time, however, we dared not act recklessly because the little creature had changed.
Now, I saw this Little Beast playing with a clump of Seed of Souls as if it were a toy.
We all watched in disbelief, but in the next second, that thing lunged at me with incredible speed. Before I could react or dodge, it pounced onto me, catching me off guard.
A gash opened on my arm, and my clothes were torn.
Then blood began to seep out, damn it, and it was surprisingly fast. After I suffered a loss, I headed towards that beast, intending to trap it with my soul.
However, I quickly realized that I had miscalculated; the soul could not contain this creature at all, as the walls formed by the soul were soon torn apart.
Although my soul was limited, it still proved that this thing was not so weak. Suddenly, a saying came to mind: life is like a play, all about acting.
Damn it, but I never expected these beasts could act as well.
Clay Bodhisattva called out to me, asking if I was okay. I replied that I was fine, just that blood was still flowing out.
My clothes were soaked through with red blood.
But after the Little Beast bit me, it stopped coming towards me and instead proudly walked into the red circle of light, looking quite infuriating.
A golden character for "Pardon" flew towards the Little Beast again.
However, when the Little Beast entered the circle of light, the red and gold collided, and the golden light vanished silently.
This beast seems a bit strong, Wang Wei said.
Chen San and Xiaoru seemed particularly eager for the Dragon Vein and had already moved towards it, entering the red circle. I called out to Chen San.
Xiaoru also shouted Chen San's name.
But Chen San ignored us. The red moonlight illuminated him as if he had turned red; his pale face was lit up by the crimson glow.
It made him look somewhat bloody. He was an immortal.
He pressed towards the Little Beast, which retreated; this Little Beast wasn't afraid of me but seemed somewhat fearful of Chen San.
Yet after only a few steps, I noticed beads of sweat forming densely on Chen San's forehead. He gritted his teeth, and I knew he must be in great pain right now.
But I soon realized that he was not the only one in pain, as I quickly became aware of the agony in my own body. This pain did not originate from my skin.
It felt as if it was emanating from my heart, slowly seeping out from the blood vessels hidden beneath my skin. The pain was a torment.
I did not understand why it suddenly hurt so much; I only felt the blood from my arm flowing out faster, creating a pool on the ground.
Not long after my blood hit the floor, it seemed to evaporate, transforming into droplets that flew upwards. In the next moment, they shot towards that beast like arrows released from a bow.
I cursed, and my blood continued to drip from my arm. The Clay Bodhisattva hurriedly stepped forward with a cloth to wrap it up, stopping the flow of blood.
The traces of blood on the ground had completely evaporated.
I never expected that this beast would have an affinity for my blood.
Chen San walked toward the beast within the red light, which was expanding continuously, while Xiaoru still approached.
I ordered the Clay Bodhisattva and Wang Wei to retreat because I could already sense the smell of death. The pain in my body had not subsided; it felt as if it was continuing to grow.
I felt as if my wounds were tearing apart, and the pain was increasing gradually. This sensation was different from anything I had experienced before; it felt as though every pore in my body had a needle inserted into it.
The pain spread like threads, beads of sweat formed on my nose, and suddenly my face lost its color. My breathing became heavier, and I felt as if my heartbeat was weakening.
I thought that if I did not kill that beast, I would slowly die from this pain.
So I walked toward the red light.
Chen San had already made Xiaoru retreat, while I instructed Wang Wei and the Clay Bodhisattva to step aside. These two tried to be stubborn with me again; this time I did not indulge them but instead shouted angrily, "Damn it! Just do what I say!"
My thoughts were in turmoil.
Wang Wei wanted to follow me, but I cursed him to go away. The Clay Bodhisattva called out to me, "Saning Brother," but I told him not to come any closer.
I pressed my hand against my chest and continued to walk forward, my face pale to the point of being frightening. I felt as if I was approaching an edge, and just as I was about to reach the red light, I turned to Wang Wei and Clay Bodhisattva and said, "Don't get close to the red light."
I stood at the edge of this red moonlight, the breath of death surging toward me like a tide, pressing down on me heavily in an instant.
I had never felt the presence of death so vividly before. Even when the Evil Being had gouged out my eyes last time, it hadn't been this intense.
Not even during my time in the Dead Land or on the Underworld Road had I experienced this, but at this moment, I did.
I took a deep breath and stepped into it. The red light enveloped me, and my skin instantly turned red.
But strangely, after I entered, it felt as if a metal mesh had passed over me from behind, leaving countless wounds on my skin.
The wounds bled outward. The range of the red light was vast, and all the beads of blood from my body flew toward that beast without exception.
Chen San looked at me and said, "You're going to die if you go in there."
I replied, "Aren't you going to die?"
Chen San said that even if he were to die, it wouldn't be as easy as it would be for me. "Can you feel your soul dissipating in the red light? You can't. But I can. If you go out now, you can still live."
Can I live? I asked, feeling somewhat confused.
I questioned, "Is that beast simply a Dragon Vein?"
Chen San replied, "Look at your blood. Where is all your blood going?"
I didn't need to look; I already knew. All the blood from my body was flying toward the beast, and I guessed it must like the blood from me.
When offering sacrifices to the Dragon Vein, some suitable fresh blood was needed; undoubtedly, you were the most suitable blood.
As Chen San spoke, his emotions seemed to intensify. He said, "Saning, do you still not have a clear understanding of yourself?"
I was stunned by Chen San's words. Can you imagine how I felt at that moment? Blood was oozing from my wounds, spreading and dripping, yet the ground remained untouched by it.
The red light seemed to be constraining me, making my movements slow and labored.
I looked up and saw Chen San speaking, clearly aware of himself. What does it mean to be self-aware? I am Saning, I am one of the White-Eyed People.
For a thousand years, all the White-Eyed People have been called Saning.
Saning is the name for the White-Eyed People; is there anything else?
I said to Chen San, "Is this how the White-Eyed People are meant to live?"
"How so?"
"I wish to live, but can I? I want to die. I wish for millions to take my life."
Upon hearing my words, Chen San fell silent. Both of us were suffering in this red light; the crimson moonlight left us battered and bruised.
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