Chapter 356
Returning to the underworld, the gates of the Tower of Remnants open.
Lingwu handed the black bead to Ji Lingwu.
Ji Lingwu, who received the beads with both hands, examined them closely and discovered a white figure that was almost indistinguishable from a human.
He was blind in one eye and covered in blood and burnt-brown substance, but even so, the character "slave" on his forehead was still clearly visible.
"He still has a breath left. You can choose how to deal with him; I will not interfere."
Lingwu finished speaking and sat down at the table.
He no longer spoke, nor did he look up at her.
Ji Lingwu is aware of everything Lingwu does in the world.
She witnessed everything firsthand, from the shattering of the white spirit root to the final act of using it to resist the heavenly lightning.
Furthermore, the master eventually gave that treasure to Ji Shihuan to protect her obedient and sensible younger sister whom she had never met.
Even the women who were supposed to help Bai Yu did their best to protect the Ji family after the adults left.
The culprit who caused her to this point is now in the hands of the adults.
Before she knew it, her hatred had dissipated.
Ji Lingwu pinched the dark bead, wanting to express her gratitude.
But when he saw the white-haired woman with her eyes lowered and holding a wine cup, and she never raised her eyes no matter what he did, he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
Yet this bittersweet feeling stems from admiration for her gentleness.
Ji Lingwu knelt down before carefully examining Bai Yu's current situation, only to discover that he was begging for her appearance.
But she just watched, watching his last breath, which he was clinging to, completely vanish.
Bai Yu, who would rather endure the pain than give up his last breath to tell her his final words, was ignored by her.
At the same time, Ji Lingwu kowtowed again.
The moment she dissipated and turned into a soul bead, Ling Wu raised her eyes and reached out her fingertips to catch the soul bead.
The other black bead, however, fell straight to the ground.
"If we were to fall together, it would be unfair to you," Ling Wu murmured to the Soul Pearl, her eyes lowered.
After saying that, she got up and stepped out of the Yiyou Tower, throwing the dark bead into the other shore lantern.
Having undergone the tempering of the tribulation lightning, the black pearl is a great tonic for the Other Shore Lantern, which was born from the underworld.
Sure enough, the lanterns that had swallowed the beads shone even brighter.
The next moment, Lingwu saw the spirit that suddenly appeared not far away, which was probably the ability of the lantern after it leveled up.
It's not exactly a useless item.
The spirit was momentarily bewildered by its sudden arrival, and then its expression vanished when it saw the three characters "Yiyoulou".
She lifted her tattered lavender dress and, barefoot, stepped into the Tower of Forgotten Sorrows, leaving bloody footprints with each step.
He bowed and knelt before Lingwu, who had arranged the teacups.
"Lady Meng Po." She raised her face, which was covered with knife wounds and could no longer be seen.
Even so, she still performed the greeting with perfect poise.
She spoke softly and gently, as if recalling the past:
“I come from the continent of Olay. My mother is from the East and was the second wife of Duke Leon.”
"The continent of Olay worships the Church of the God of Light. One day, the radiance of the God of Light descended and bathed the entire city of Gran."
“The Bishop of Light conveys God’s will to the believers—the baby girl who was born today is a saint chosen by the God of Light.”
"The birth of the Duke of Leon's daughter became known to everyone that day, and that daughter was me."
She still had a smile on her face, and spoke calmly and unhurriedly:
"After that, the entire continent of Olay firmly believed that I was the Holy Maiden of the Church of Light."
"From that day on, I was called Her Highness the Holy Maiden by tens of thousands of people, even members of the royal family had to do so when they saw me."
Her eyelashes trembled, but her smile carried a hint of sarcasm.
"As a saintess, my demeanor must be impeccable, for I am the sole representative of the God of Light on the continent, and devout believers will not allow me to engage in any blasphemous acts."
"In front of others, I must always have a gentle smile at a 35-degree angle, I must always be as clean and beautiful as a camellia, and I must always stand tall even if there are thorns in front of me."
“This is the price I have to pay for being high above others. I know all this, but no one has ever asked me if I am willing to be this high and mighty saint.”
"On the day of my eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony, I knelt before the Temple of Light amidst the expectant gazes of everyone."
"But His glory did not descend."
She lowered her eyes, but the smile on her lips remained.
"After a long while, I heard incredulous exclamations and felt a series of disgusted looks."
"It was not until a girl with deep chestnut curly hair and lovely freckles appeared that the God of Light descended."
"But He passed me and touched the girl's head."
"Her name is Celia. Her behavior should be considered vulgar and uncouth by believers. But I find the radiant smile on her face very appealing."
"So much so that even after what happened later, I never hated her."
But she didn't continue talking about what happened next.
However, it is certain that the appearance of the true saintess will enrage the believers who have revered her for eighteen years, as they believe that they have not seen the divine message clearly because they have been deceived by her.
So they lifted her up high, only to drag her down into the mire with their own hands.
She still stood tall with a gentle smile, but was criticized by everyone for being "aloof".
People who had been saved by her spat at her, saying that being saved by her was the biggest stain on their lives.
“They said I was hypocritical.” As she said the last word, a tear fell with a “plop.”
"I'm sorry, I dirtied your floor," she said, reaching out to wipe it.
But the outstretched hand was grasped by cool fingertips.
She looked up and saw the woman's eyes filled with tenderness, and her other hand gently stroking the top of her hair.
Her touch was not as condescending as when the God of Light touched Celia.
“To be hypocritical for a lifetime is to be truly virtuous,” Ling Wu said.
She was stunned for a long time, and finally grasped Lingwu's fingertips as if to comfort her.
Lingwu already knew everything as they shook hands, and had a general idea of her wish, but still asked, "What is your wish?"
She said, "Theocracy is supreme, and I am blaspheming."
Ling Wu's expression remained unchanged. "Yes."
——
The radiance of the God of Light descending upon Gran City illuminated almost everyone.
Only Celia, who was not yet born in the slums, and Lingwu, who had just arrived in the world, were not illuminated.
The former is because the God of Light could not find her, and the latter is because the God of Light did not yet have the ability to shine divine light upon her.
The newborn girl made no sound after her first cry.
She slept peacefully, her exquisitely beautiful face as white as the purest snowflakes in winter.
"Oh, I think this must be the God of Light's most beloved child!"
"My God, she's so beautiful that I feel she must be the camellia most cherished by the God of Light!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake her up."
They gently lifted Lingwu up and handed her to the man who smelled of cedar.
“Your Grace,” they said respectfully.
Duke Leon held Lingwu stiffly, his awkwardness tinged with an unspeakable timidity, as if afraid of disturbing her, and dared not ask the maids around him about holding the child.
Outside the round window inlaid with gold wire and colorful gemstones, sunlight streamed through the gaps, falling on her brow and eyelashes, giving her a halo of light.
At that moment, Duke Leon even felt that the daughter in his arms was as sacred as the God of Light.
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