Chapter 1177: Chapter 548: Happy Birthday (2)
"Go die!"
"Go die!"
"Go die!"
Hysterical roars, sharp and hoarse curses, echoed in the young man’s ears.
Gu Jianlin painfully covered his ears.
"When a person is on the brink of death, they always reveal their ugliest side."
The black-haired girl in the snow and wind coldly overlooked him: "These are the people you want to protect. In despair, they wish for your death as well. You shouldn’t have been born, nor should you have survived. The so-called paradox is actually the world’s mistake. Why do you want to protect them?"
She paused: "Devour them."
Gu Jianlin felt intense pain.
Because the charred god was tearing at his body.
Sharp fingernails ripped his body, leaving flesh and blood exposed.
He clearly felt the hatred and resentment of his former comrades.
Not just them.
Also the world’s hatred and resentment.
Unaware of what kind of painful torment they were enduring.
Such that their faith had been obliterated, turning them into ghosts struggling in Hell.
It makes sense; inheritors of the order through the ages struggled to resist the Primordial’s corruption.
Let alone them.
With a crash, the snow and wind dissipated.
The girl in the snow and wind was actually nailed to an ancient tree, while on the Ice Sea, there were millions of anciently dressed subjects kneeling in worship, as a towering stone statue opened its eyes, its gaze fierce.
An elderly priest stood before the statue, raising the burning Flame Sword.
Gu Jianlin, through the pain, saw his movements clearly.
He intended to burn the tree!
No, he intended to burn the girl on the tree!
"The time to end the curse has come!"
The ancient priest shouted: "Kill this girl, and our tribe will experience a great rebirth!"
The cheers of millions of subjects drowned him out, the girl nailed to the tree looked on indifferently.
As if she were an irrelevant spectator.
Turns out this was the anger and despair the Candle Dragon Venerable experienced, the girl who lost her homeland and family embarked on a journey, attempting to break the curse and tragedy plaguing the planet for millions of years but ended up being perceived as the source of all disasters, nailed to the cross.
Yet, how could she, so powerful, be defeated by those ordinary beings?
Her gaze held no rage or despair, but rather a sense of release.
"What I have undergone, now I want you to experience."
The black-haired girl said indifferently: "Tell me, how will you choose?"
Gu Jianlin endured the tearing pain, recalling past encounters with those people, a saying goes that man is the sum of all social relations, it seems it was their existence that shaped who he is today, giving his life meaning.
After letting go of everything, he seems to finally understand himself.
It turns out that what supported him all the way was not mere obsession.
But rather Captain Lu’s initial snaps of his fingers, Sister Chen Qing bandaging his wounds, Minister Lu’s charming smile, Uncle Mu’s goodwill, and the trust and impulsiveness of his comrades.
The last faces he saw were Moon Princess and Thunder.
And a woman’s smile.
How long does it take for a person to understand themselves?
Perhaps a moment.
Or perhaps forever.
At this moment, Gu Jianlin finally understood what Grandmaster wanted to tell him.
Living is a personal matter.
Everyone will grow up, no one can always walk by your side.
So there is no one you can’t live without.
You lost your father, but you still have teachers.
You lost her, but you still have them.
Grandmaster’s voice seemed to echo in his ears again.
"Learn to love yourself."
You must learn to love yourself before you can love others.
"Actually, I’m not powerless to stop you from pouring the candle ashes into me."
Gu Jianlin said softly: "I just want to know, how strong is He truly."
The girl nailed to the ancient tree was slightly stunned.
"I just want to witness, how strong the cage of fate is."
Gu Jianlin struggled to stand, turning to embrace the god charred to charcoal.
"I want to know if He is truly strong... or if I am stronger!"
Gu Jianlin’s eyes burned with fierce fire, there was no more such a magnificent embrace in the world, the god charred to charcoal exploded in his arms.
The roars and howls in his ears disappeared.
The hell-like vision before him vanished without a trace.
The burning ashes within him glowed, swirling like wind, unable to escape the furnace forged by his flesh, the divine’s unwilling roar echoed in fate.
The Primordial’s power could no longer corrode him.
Qiongqi Venerable had not achieved it, but he had done it.
Gu Jianlin forcibly suppressed the Primordial with iron-like will because he heard a call from afar, the primal urge for life made him omnipotent.
Because he must break free from the shackles and return to the real world.
Return... to see her again.
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Bang!
Scorching winds exploded before the Candle Dragon Venerable, she dissipated like a mirrored reflection in water beneath the tree, then stood lofty in the sky, her red dress fluttering like fire.
The wreckage of a fighter jet was embedded in the desolate snowfield, burning fiercely.
Jiang Yanli gasped, leaning on her Tang Blade, her smile filled with mockery.
The Candle Light Divine Tree trembled, from the swirling ashes a person emerged, bare-chested, with searing, molten lava-like markings flowing through his muscular texture.
Gu Jianlin seemed yet unable to wield the power within him, walking unsteadily.
