Chapter 544: Chapter 134 Prophet’s Demise_1
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As they were walking, Ah Dai looked at the faint golden aura of the battle aura emanating from Yan Li and asked, "Big Brother Yan Li, is the aura you’re currently using the Divine Battle Aura of Judgment Chief? In the past year, your strength seems to have improved a lot!"
"Yes," Yan Li replied, "Big Brother and I have never had a particular method of practicing battle aura before. Although Xuan Yuan is a bit quirky in temperament, his Divine Battle Aura is truly miraculous. Just a year of practice, all the battle aura we had practiced clumsily integrated, giving us pure power than before. Moreover, this Divine Battle Aura also possesses a sacred aura, which when used, not only does it look splendid but the energy it possesses can make one feel fearless deep inside. We’ll have a chance to test it and see how far we are from you someday. With this disciplined method of training, our powers shall certainly increase over time. As long as we persist in practicing, we can someday become as powerful as Sword Saint." Yan Li couldn’t help flaunting the Divine Battle Aura he had been practicing. Even he himself could clearly feel the dramatic increase in his strength after a year, so much so that even the Clan Leader of Pu Yan tribe, Yan Fei, could only draw at best with him now.
Slightly displeased with Yan Li calling Xuan Yuan an old man, Xuan Yue spoke, "Big Brother Yan Li, Xuan Yuan Judgment Chief is my great uncle. Please, talk politely, or else, I might get angry."
Yan Li laughed, saying, "Okay, I won’t say that anymore. After all, the Judgment Chief Xuan Yuan is also the master of Big Brother Yan Shi and me. Yue Yue, in terms of generation, you ought to be one generation below us!"
Feeling disgruntled, Xuan Yue said, "Who’s lesser than you? I’m taller than you! When we get a chance, let’s have a contest to see whether your Divine Battle Aura is stronger or my sacred Light Magic is."
Yan Li laughed, saying, "Alright! We haven’t seen each other for years, I want to see how much this girl has progressed. It seems like you must have trained really hard, even your speech has toughened quite a lot."
Confidently, Xuan Yue said, "Of course. But, you need to try harder, judging from your current state, you might not be able to compete with me, hehe."
Yan Li, who was usually competitive, could not compete back this time. After all, meeting the prophet Pu Lin is essential. Frustrated, Yan Li said, "As long as you can heal the prophet, I’ll admit defeat."
Xuan Yue frowned slightly, sighed lightly, and said, "I’m not certain if the prophet can be cured. As a price for his prophecy, the prophet’s life energy has been severely depleted. Although Light Magic can heal injuries, it cannot prevent natural death. I fear the prophet has reached the end of his life. Ah, if that’s the case, I fear..." At this point, the mood of the three was unavoidably heavy. No one wanted to continue the conversation so they speeded up towards the Pu Yan tribe’s territory.
By evening, after traversing hills and valleys, the three finally arrived at the largest tribe of the Pu Yan clan. The tribe was just as it had been, without any significant changes. Tilu Temple was still strikingly conspicuous. As soon as they entered the outskirts of the tribal territory, they encountered patrolling soldiers of the Pu Yan tribe, who naturally recognized Yan Li. After merely greeting them, the soldiers let them pass.
Yan Li led them straight to the Tilu Temple, Ah Dai and Xuan Yue became nervous as they got closer to meeting the prophet Pu Lin. Four Tilu fighters stood proudly at the entrance of the Tilu Temple with battle axes in hands. Yan Li stopped and said. "Ah Dai, you guys go in first, I’ll go find Big Brother Yan Shi. He’ll be very happy to know that you guys are here. The prophet is resting in the temple. He said that only in the divine power nurtured by the temple, can he hold on for a while longer."
Ah Dai nodded, "Big Brother Yan Li, you go find him first then, we will go straight in."
Yan Li sighed, "Try your best to save the prophet, he has devoted his entire life to the Pu Yan tribe. If there is even a glimmer of hope, we wouldn’t want to give up!"
Ah Dai, feeling a bit heavy-hearted, said, "Don’t worry, even if you don’t say it, we will try our best. The prophet Pu Lin is the person we respect the most. Even if we have to give it our all, we will strive to save his life."
With gratitude, Yan Li cast an affectionate glance at Ah Dai and Xuan Yue before leaping toward the clan settlement. Ah Dai took a deep breath, looking at Xuan Yue. Although the Tilu warriors were guarding the entrance of Tilu Temple, the Prophet Pu Lin had already told them the spells to enter the temple and control the Tilu fighters years ago, so Yan Li felt reassured letting them enter on their own.
Xuan Yue gave a slight nod to Ah Dai and said, "I’ll take care of it," and walked toward the four Tilu fighters. Even though the fighters lacked souls, they subconsciously raised their battle axes. An overwhelming pressure surged out, and a faint grey mist surrounded their bodies. They were poised to strike the moment Xuan Yue entered their attack range.
Recalling Prophet Pu Lin’s teachings, Xuan Yue began to chant softly, "Spirits scattered in the earth, I pray for your eternal existence! Allow me to converse with your noble souls, heed my command, open your hearts, and permit me, your friend, to enter the realm of the shamanistic gods!" This incantation, unlike a magic spell, was activated by unique tones. Xuan Yue’s bell-like voice, varied and fluctuating, resonated in front of the temple door, the red glow in the eyes of the four Tilu warriors faded, they withdrew their long-handled battle axes and slowly stepped aside. The grand door of Tilu Temple opened accordingly.
As Ah Dai approached the Temple entrance, the immense pressure surged forth just like when he entered the first time. Smoke rose from the top of the door with a crackling sound, reminding Ah Dai of his anxiety during his first visit. He wasn’t the same person he used to be. A pale white light lit up, and the surging life energy easily countered the pressure brought by the Temple, isolating the tremendous evil power of the Sword of Hades. Ah Dai glanced at the four Tilu warriors on either side and entered the temple with Xuan Yue.
The entrance led to a long and narrow corridor, with torches placed every ten metres. The dim torchlight made the hallway seem very dark. Everything was the same as when they first arrived, with no changes. The special energy still filled the temple, making Ah Dai feel a sense of familiarity. After navigating several turns, the path suddenly widened, and a few tens of metres further, the surroundings became remarkably spacious. There were only a few torches around the temple’s main hall of several hundred square metres, making the light even dimmer, but this didn’t affect Ah Dai’s and Xuan Yue’s vision. They clearly saw the hundreds of Tilu fighters standing quietly like statues with eyes closed. Ah Dai and Xuan Yue knew that these fighters were in a state of slumber. On the central podium, four awake Tilu warriors stood guard with their red eyes open. There was a large bed on the platform; because of the dim light, they couldn’t see clearly. They could only vaguely discern that it was a person whose breath was uniform but very weak. Ah Dai’s emotions surged; he knew that figure was the much-respected Prophet Pu Lin of the Pu Yan Clan.
Quickly stepping forward, Ah Dai pulled Xuan Yue into his arms and leapt onto the platform. As they were about to reach the platform, the Tilu warriors standing guard sprung into action. Four flickering green lights intertwined like lightning, forming four rays of deathly light blocking all escape routes. Ah Dai was startled, realising his impatience. He had rashly ascended the platform without using the spell to deactivate the guard’s defence, naturally provoking an attack. It was his first encounter with an attack from a Tilu warrior. The cultivation of the four warriors took him greatly by surprise. The intense energy burst forth from the sharp blades of their axes, initiating a fierce and non-hesitant attack. At this close range and with such strong attacks, even a mage at Xuan Yue’s level couldn’t deal with it, everything relied on Ah Dai. Amidst the chaos, Ah Dai remained unfazed. He embraced Xuan Yue in one arm and with the other, swiftly conjured a solid shield of blue light. The sound of the axes hitting the energy shield echoed in the air, and the turbid energy from the axes was immense enough to cause Ah Dai’s whole body to vibrate. The gigantic impact threw Ah Dai and Xuan Yue ten metres away onto the ground. A rustling noise filled the air as Ah Dai was shocked to find the sleeping Tilu warriors waking up. Their red eyes glowing in the darkness seemed so vivid. They raised their axes, ready to attack.
Before Ah Dai could say anything, Xuan Yue began to chant the spell to deactivate the attack, "Spirits scattered in the earth, I pray for your eternal existence! Allow me to converse with your noble souls, heed my command, open your hearts, cease all hostile intentions, and return to your slumber." The fluctuating tone of the spell continuously echoed in the temple, and the Tilu warriors who had been preparing to attack gradually calmed down and returned to their original positions. Even the warriors guarding the platform closed their eyes and, under the spell’s influence, fell back into their slumbering state.
With a faint smile, Ah Dai finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly to Xuan Yue, "If those hundreds of Tilu warriors had rushed over, even we together might not have been able to cope. These noble warriors who gave up their souls for their clan are indeed formidable!"
Just as Xuan Yue was about to reply, a deep, old, and somewhat weak voice rang out, "Thank you for your praise of the Tilu warriors, they indeed deserve such praise. You have finally arrived, it seems that my calculations were right. Before I die, I can finally see you one last time." This voice was so familiar, both Ah Dai and Xuan Yue shivered involuntarily because it was the voice of the Prophet Pu Lin!
"Prophet—" the two of them called out in unison.
"Come here, children. I can’t greet you personally anymore. Let me see, what have you become after all these years?" The voice weakened a bit. Ah Dai and Xuan Yue looked at each other, then drifted up again, landing on the high platform of the Temple. Only when they ascended the platform could they clearly see the Prophet Pu Lin. He was lying on a wide bed, covered in a gray blanket. His features were as old as ever, his gray hair had lost its luster, his previously clear eyes turned cloudy yellow, his wrinkled face seemed more haggard than before. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the kindly smile on his face.
Ah Dai quickly squatted down beside Prophet Pu Lin’s bed, and said emotionally, "Prophet, we are back, your body, how can it be like this?" He could just feel that Prophet Pu Lin’s life energy had weakened to the extreme. That was truly the state of impending death! Unlike Ah Dai, Xuan Yue didn’t squat down but took out the Angel Wand from her space barrier. Accompanied by her soft chanting, the level-four Light Magic with a divination function, Spirit Recovery Technique, infused into Prophet Pu Lin’s body.
Under the faint white light, some color returned to Prophet Pu Lin’s pale face, and his spirit seemed a bit better. Ah Dai was overjoyed and said, "Prophet, do you feel better?"
Prophet Pu Lin didn’t answer Ah Dai’s question. He glanced at Xuan Yue and smiled, "It’s been several years and you’ve become even more beautiful, young lady. Moreover, your magic skills have surpassed mine at my prime. My prophecy was indeed correct; in just a few years, you both have grown so much."
A light hint of sorrow flashed in Xuan Yue’s blue eyes as she said softly, "Prophet, you should talk less and rest more." Through the Spirit Recovery Technique, she had fully grasped Prophet Pu Lin’s physical condition. Everything was as she had feared, Prophet Pu Lin’s life energy was running out, and it was not something Light Magic could save. His great life had reached its end, and the loss of life energy was not something external forces could heal.
Prophet Pu Lin smiled faintly and said, "As a prophet of the Pu Yan clan, wouldn’t I know the condition of my own body? Due to overusing my life energy, I have reached the end of my life. Children, you need not be sad for me. This is my own choice, and I have no regrets. Not at all. As long as the Pu Yan Clan can carry on, what does my death matter? My sacrifice may save millions of lives in the Pu Yan clan. I am content. I asked Yan Shi and the others to find you mainly because I have some matters to explain. The only reason I am still alive is because of my sheer willpower. I don’t have much time left. Let me finish what I have to say. You must remember every word because this concerns your future fate."
Hearing the words of Prophet Pu Lin, Ah Dai was distressed, his eyes moistening. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, Prophet, you will definitely not die. You may not know it, but Yue Yue has become a Light Magic instructor. With her Light Magic skills, she will certainly be able to save you from the brink of death. You have to hold on!" He turned to Xuan Yue full of hope and said, "Yue Yue, quickly, you must help treat Prophet Pu Lin first."
Xuan Yue bowed her head, tears falling as she choked out, "Big brother, the Prophet is right, his life energy has been completely depleted, and magic can no longer save him. I’m sorry, I can’t do anything, even the most powerful solitary light magic technique – the Divine Healing Technique can’t save the Prophet’s rapidly fading life. It’s already a miracle that he has managed to hold on this long with his weak life energy. Big brother, I’m sorry."
"No, no, there must be a way, there must be a way, right? Prophet, don’t die! Why do my friends have to keep dying one by one? No, I won’t let you die," Ah Dai screamed in agony.
Xuan Yue grabbed Ah Dai’s shoulder, the Light of Tranquility pouring out, soothing Ah Dai’s roiling emotions, "Big brother, don’t be like this, none of us want anything to happen to the Prophet. But what is destined by the heavens can’t be changed. Big brother, let the Prophet finish his words, you don’t want him to go with regrets, do you?"
Ah Dai collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Grief repeatedly assaulted his heart, he grabbed his black hair desperately, unable to accept this cruel reality.
Just then, a robust voice sounded, "Miss Xuan Yue is right. Everything is predestined by Heaven and cannot be forced. Let the Prophet finish his words, let him depart peacefully."
Ah Dai and Xuan Yue looked towards the entrance of the temple, only to see the Clan Leader of the Pu Yan Clan, Yan Fei, Yan Shi and Yan Li, and a beautiful young girl in her twenties, dressed in plain clothes, walking in. The words were spoken by Yan Fei.
Prophet Pu Lin said weakly, "Ah Dai, help me sit up. Don’t be sad. Death, for me, is just liberation."
Ah Dai choked back tears as he helped the Prophet sit up, letting him lean on his broad shoulder. The body of the Prophet was very light. There was a glimmer of vitality in his eyes. He looked at Yan Fei and said, "You’ve all come. This is perfect. To have you all by my side when my life comes to an end, I’m satisfied. Now, from this point on, none of you should speak, let me finish my last words." He paused, then asked the young girl that Ah Dai and Xuan Yue had never seen before, "Si Si, come here."
The girl stepped forward blankly, surrounded by Yan Fei and others, and climbed up the high platform. This Si Si was not particularly beautiful, absolutely ordinary compared to Xuan Yue. But Ah Dai saw the same temperament in her that the Prophet Pu Lin possessed, a profound nature that was implied within. He couldn’t help but take a harder look at her.
Si Si walked to the side of Prophet Pu Lin, slowly lifted her drooping eyelids, her clear pupils showed no difference from the first time they saw Pu Lin. The Prophet extended his skinny palm, and Si Si promptly held it, whispering, "Master."
A gentle smile appeared on the face of Prophet Pu Lin, he said to Ah Dai, "This is my only disciple, Si Si, she is a natural Prophet. After nearly ten years of my tutelage, she has learned almost all of my abilities. The only thing she lacks is experience. After I die, she will become the new prophet of the Pu Yan clan. You guys must assist her in that time."
Tears welled up in Ah Dai’s eyes as he nodded, "Prophet, don’t worry, we sure will."
Prophet Pu Lin nodded in relief, saying, "In that case, I can rest assured. Ah Dai, you may wonder why my physique suddenly worsened. In fact, I still had several years left considering my initial strength, but I did another immortal divination, which led to my current condition." He looked at the girl next to him, saying, "Si Si, your teacher has done almost everything that should be done for you. After inheriting my position, you should not use the prophecy powers lightly, only in the most critical times. You are young, I can’t bear to ruin your future! If there is someone in the clan whom you like, you don’t need to be shackled by the previous rules, enjoy your life."
Si Si shook her head, "Master, Si Si was born for the Pu Yan clan." Her words were short, but they conveyed her firm determination. Prophet Pu Lin looked at his disciple and sighed, helplessly saying, "Child, you are too much like me. At your age, I had the same thoughts."
Only then did Ah Dai understood, the reason why Prophet Pu Lin was in this state was because he once again used up his already scarce vitality. He muttered, "Prophet, why would you do such a thing?"
Prophet Pu Lin managed a smile, "That’s my duty, a duty I can’t shirk. Now, let me finish my words. Don’t you want to know what I saw in my last divination?"
With tears streaming down his face, Ah Dai said, "If you can survive, I would rather not know."
The Prophet Pu Lin smiled, "You’re making foolish remarks. I prophesied not just for you, but also for my Pu Yan Clan. Alas, perhaps because my life is nearing its end, this prophecy is clearer than any I’ve made before. I saw you, and I saw Xuan Yue, as well as wicked creatures. My previous prophecies were not erroneous. You two are indeed the saviors that will rescue the continent, but you still face many trials and tribulations. Even though I am a Prophet, I cannot divulge too many secrets of the heavens, lest it brings disaster to you. All I can tell you is that your futures are filled with many tests. Don’t oversimplify things, the dark forces involved in the millennium catastrophe are unprecedented and it’s more complicated than the last disaster with the Dark Demon God. You must remember every word of my prophecy, and ponder them deeply. Xuan Yue, come here." After speaking, the Prophet Pu Lin took a few breaths, seeming even weaker.
Xuan Yue moved closer to the Prophet Pu Lin, "Anything you need me to do, I will do it." To her, Prophet Pu Lin was equivalent to a teacher. He had unreservedly given her his notes on space magic. Her respect for the Prophet Pu Lin was not less than that of Ah Dai’s.
The Prophet Pu Lin gave a faint smile, speaking intermittently, "Child... It’s been years since we last met... You’ve grown up... You’re not as wild as before. Ah Dai... he is sincere and genuine... someone you can trust with your life... However, he too has his own shortcomings. He’s too emotional... As his companion, you need to remind him from time to time and assist him. There might be times when he does something that angers you greatly... but you have to try to forgive him."
Forgive Ah Dai? Hearing the Prophet Pu Lin say this, Xuan Yue became puzzled and asked anxiously, "Prophet, have you seen something? Can you tell me?"
The Prophet Pu Lin shook his head helplessly, "Child... some things... cannot be revealed clearly... Over these years, I have carefully studied the prophecy I gave you... The last line is the hardest to understand... After much thought, I have come to understand some of it... The so-called eternal love... is perhaps the affection between you two! Love is the most powerful, most inexplicable force in this world... The highest realm of love is sacrifice..."
Xuan Yue was shocked. When she heard the word ’sacrifice’, she felt a sudden strange sensation in her heart. She glanced at Ah Dai next to her and then spoke to the Prophet Pu Lin, "Are you saying that our feelings for each other could have implications for saving the entire millennium catastrophe? What does ’sacrifice’ mean?"
The Prophet Pu Lin’s eyelids dropped heavily, he faintly said, "You... must... experience these things... for yourself... After... after I’m... gone... you mustn’t delay here... Head to... the Elf Forest... immediately. There... a catastrophe has... occurred."
Ah Dai and Xuan Yue were taken aback. Ah Dai asked, "Prophet, is it true that the Elf Clan is in trouble?"
The Prophet Pu Lin shook his head and said, "Not... the Elf Clan... but... the Church. The dark forces have awoken, they possess extremely powerful strength. The Church, being the main force against the dark, will inevitably be the primary target of these evil forces. Although you both have considerable abilities, they’re not enough to oppose such forces. However, you are the saviors. If you arrive in time, perhaps you could avert a crisis for the Church."
Hearing that the church was in danger, Xuan Yue couldn’t help feeling anxious. She suddenly remembered how she had told Babui to inform the Pope about the Dark Demon Clan. Wasn’t the Dark Demon Clan within the territory of the Tian Yuan Clan? Could it be that her grandfather had sent his people to the Tian Yuan Clan to find the whereabouts of the Dark Demon Clan, and they were ambushed by dark forces? Recalling the panic she felt a few days ago, Xuan Yue suddenly realized, and exclaimed, "It must be my father. He must have run into trouble at the Tian Yuan Clan."
The Prophet Pu Lin murmured, "I’m not too sure about the specifics, but I can sense the danger signals from that direction. Child, you must uncover the truth yourself. Clan Leader..."
Yan Fei immediately stepped forward. Seeing his old friend about to pass on, he couldn’t hold back his tears, "Pu Lin, is there anything else you want to say?"
The Prophet Pu Lin struggled to open his eyes, his murky gaze full of unspoken thoughts. He weakly said, "Clan... Leader... After... I’m gone... cremate my body and... bury it... next to... the temple... The future... of the Pu Yan Clan... lies... in your hands... Si Si... is still young... take care... of her... And... no matter what... happens in the future... you must... unconditionally support... Ah Dai and Xuan Yue... For the... future... of the Pu Yan Clan... promise me..."
Yan Fei choked on his words, "Yes, I promise you. My old friend, you can rest now. I will lead our Pu Yan Clan to persevere. Your sacrifices for our clan will not be in vain."
The Prophet Pu Lin smiled with satisfaction. His gaze shifted from Si Si to Ah Dai’s tear-streaked face, "Ah...Dai, remember to... take care... of the Pu Yan Clan... and... when you... head to... the Elf Forest... take... Yan Shi and... Yan Li... with you... Perhaps... they... can... help... you. Once the... dark forces... emerge... you should... come... here. Si Si and... the Tilu warriors... can provide... a great help... No more... tears. I’m... very... happy... now, that I can... resolve everything... before... my death. I’m so... happy! Ha... ha, ha... ha..." His laughter ceased, and with it, his breath slowly faded away.
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