Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2562: Chapter 1210: The Secret of the Heavenly Dao (II)

"Long time no see, Xingdao."

The handsome boy named Cholera grinned and waved at the gloomily-styled Heavenly Dao, then his gold and silver demon eyes flashed with seriousness, and he said solemnly, "The day of extinction is about to arrive, the Shadow of the Underworld has already illuminated the phosphorescence of the Inner Three Paths, the seal that has been dormant for seven hundred and forty years has loosened, [Qing] has foreseen the arrival of the destruction, but she was attacked during the process of transmitting the message to the Hidden Cult, life and death... unknown."

The pupils of Heavenly Dao suddenly contracted, gritting his teeth he said, "What did you say! That Sage of Qing actually got... damn, if it goes on like this, won’t our combat power on this side be..."

"That’s not the only bad news."

Cholera sighed deeply, turned around, back facing Heavenly Dao, his eyes full of hesitation: "Our old friend, the temporal traveler, the silver light of downfall, [Silver Alpha] has also left us forever. Just half a month ago, he could not withstand the temptation in prison and was swallowed by the black mud of the third parallel world."

"What!"

Calm as Heavenly Dao usually is, he could no longer maintain composure at this moment, stunned, he said: "How is that possible, Silver Alpha was clearly one of our most steadfast comrades, how could he be swallowed by the black mud..."

Cholera chuckled bitterly, shaking his head: "Xingdao... no, the Primordial Snake galloping in Thunder Heaven, I ask you, if you had to choose between the conceptual end and being swallowed by black mud, what would you choose?"

"This..."

Heavenly Dao hesitated, he remained silent for a full two minutes before asking with difficulty: "You mean... the conceptual end?"

"That’s right."

Cholera nodded forcefully, murmuring under his breath: "It is indeed the conceptual end."

"I don’t know."

Heavenly Dao’s eyes were full of bitterness, and he said dejectedly: "I don’t want to know either."

"Who doesn’t~"

Cholera shrugged, smiling self-deprecatingly: "But we all know that day will come sooner or later, for people like us."

Heavenly Dao tightly clenched his fists, struggling to say: "Why?"

"Because it is our fate, Primordial Snake."

A look of deep wisdom that severely contradicted his youthful appearance flashed in Cholera’s eyes, he sighed softly: "You are the oldest among us, and of the few ’independents,’ but even you cannot escape the end of fate, stop deceiving yourself, we all know, no one would choose the conceptual end!"

"But that is for the weak..."

"We are all cowards! Whether it’s the Sage of Qing or Silver Alpha, you and I, we who are different, no matter how much we struggle, will ultimately be swallowed by the black mud!"

"..."

"Sorry, I said something too heavy."

Seeing Heavenly Dao sunk into silence, Cholera seemed to realize he had been too harsh, so he immediately changed the subject: "Anyway, let’s not worry about the future for now, what are we going to do about Shadow of the Underworld?"

Heavenly Dao frowned: "Isn’t it ’Shadow of the Underworld’..."

"Eh?"

Cholera was stunned for a moment, blinking: "Is it Shadow of the Underworld?"

"I think you mentioned it as Shadow of the Underworld just now."

Heavenly Dao nodded, shrugged: "But Shadow of the Underworld also sounds nice."

Cholera scratched his head, then thoughtfully said: "But this setting seems to overlap with the concept of the Three Paths, the Three Paths River is also a river, right?"

"Yes, it is mentioned in the Ten Kings Sutra; it’s also in Hindu hell theories."

Heavenly Dao nodded, gently pushed up his glasses: "I suppose we should stick with Shadow of the Underworld."

Cholera chuckled: "Deal!"

"So..."

Heavenly Dao pulled at the corners of his mouth, curiously asking: "What’s the situation with Alpha?"

"Familial issues."

Cholera sighed, shrugging: "His mom said that if he doesn’t ’graduate’ soon, she’ll scan all twenty volumes of the Silver Lost Trail Manuscript, from elementary school fifth grade to now, and post them online."

Heavenly Dao gasped: "Silver Lost Trail Manuscript means..."

Cholera nodded slightly: "Yes, you know."

Heavenly Dao gasped again: "Scanning them and posting online?"

Cholera continued to nod: "Yes, and with real names."

Heavenly Dao gasped for the third time: "That’s murder, attacking the heart!"

"Who says otherwise."

Cholera tugged at the corners of his mouth, laughing dryly: "Seems his mom was one of our ’comrades’ when she was young, so she’s quite clear on this aspect, and acts swiftly and decisively."

A drop of cold sweat slid down Heavenly Dao’s forehead, only after a while did he regain the ability to speak: "Speaking of which, why so suddenly?"

"Not exactly sudden."

Cholera hugged his arms, shaking his head helplessly: "There’s something you’ve never known, Xingdao, and that’s that Alpha is actually... an examination candidate."

Heavenly Dao’s pupils shrank dramatically, he said in a deep voice: "An examination candidate?"

"Yes, he’s actually quite good academically, but it seems his parents have high expectations, so this year he has to repeat a grade."

Cholera said awkwardly, somewhat flusteredly waving his hand at Heavenly Dao, whose expression was increasingly difficult: "Don’t get excited, don’t get excited, you see his mom’s already disciplining him."

"I... well, what is there for me to get excited about."