When Shang Yanting saw this fragment of soul, his pupils suddenly contracted.
She had been gone for so long that his memory had become hazy. He remembered that she had been kind to him, but that kindness had faded little by little with the passage of time and the disappointment of waiting, leaving only an impression.
But what about now?
These fragments of souls appeared clearly before his eyes, and those blurred memories surfaced from the perspective of another party involved.
He was being hunted by the dragon slayer. The vast difference in strength between them had left him severely injured and on the verge of death.
That strange voice rang in her ears again: "Attention, mission takers!! Do not leave the unknown attack area within three seconds, or you will have a 97% chance of death."
But she stayed behind him, shouting, "Xiao Shang, run! I'll hold them off!"
Together they hid from the dragon slayer. To give him a chance to escape, she didn't hesitate to discard the precious dragon bones; to protect him, she wasn't even afraid to lose her own life!
In the original story, Shang Yanting took two deep breaths, and his soul began to dissipate. He knew he was about to die. But before he died, those forgotten memories seemed to reappear before his eyes, as if he had experienced them all over again.
Their first encounter in the serpent's lair;
The scene of her first giving him the Primordial Elixir and talismans;
She decorated a small courtyard for him;
Fearing she would be bullied, she racked her brains trying to find treasures all over the continent of Aotian before disappearing completely...
As Shang Yanting pondered this, he laughed. His laughter, however, carried a hint of a sob.
Actually... he was cared for by others too.
But that concern lasted far too short.
In the long, dark, and painful years, even the smallest glimmer of warmth and sunlight was eventually faded and swallowed up.
Therefore, he chose a path of destruction, a path of self-destruction.
He hoped that no one would have a good time, everyone... including Jia Xitong, and himself!
He was about to achieve his goal, but... why was he so unhappy?
That feeling, a deep sorrow slowly welling up in my heart.
He felt wronged, uneasy, regretful, and in pain. But he didn't experience the thrill of revenge he had imagined…
"Small, small bucket..."
His soul was collapsing, and his voice was choked with sobs.
"Can you stop?"
"If you don't leave here, I'll kill you."
Jia Xitong's voice reached his ears. He looked up and saw that it was just a fragment of a soul. And these words had only come two quarters of an hour ago.
What was he doing at that time?
He was screaming hysterically that he wanted to kill everyone!
However, now...
"I wanted to stop, but it was too late."
"Because I killed a lot of people."
"You were killed by me too..."
The original author's Shang Yanting, stripped of his fierce aura, now resembles a god, but unfortunately, a god on the verge of falling.
He reached out to grab a piece of Jia Xitong's soul, only to find that it had already dissipated into his palm.
He looked down.
Starving corpses littered the fields, and death raged everywhere.
Aside from Jia Xitong, he still loathed this world, so much so that he would rather die than let it perish. He had gathered enough power that, in the instant of its release, would be enough to wipe the entire Aotian Continent from this world.
He might not be able to kill that other version of himself, but that other version would be no different from him...
The darkness of the Realm of Death grew ever more intense.
The energy condensed within was enough to engulf the entire planet in the instant of its eruption. At this moment, even the bright side was dimmed.
The beings in the lower realms watched this scene in fear.
"Mother!"
A child's innocent voice rang out, and the woman beside her held her tightly in her arms. The feeling of impending death is predictable!
Sudden
The realm of death disappeared when the power was fully charged.
The entire realm of death vanished completely! The red sun rose high in the sky, and the dark clouds were parted by an invisible hand, as if silently telling all living beings that the crisis was over.
Across the land, cries of weeping filled the air.
Some people tightly embraced their loved ones beside them, some wailed for their deceased companions, and many more offered prayers to the sky.
"Thank you, Dragon God!"
"Thank you for the Dragon God's grace!"
"Thank you, Lord Dragon God!"
Dragon God...
Shang Yanting did indeed become a god, but how could he be happy?!
His fingertips trembled as he collected the fragments of the soul.
His thin bucket!
His most adorable little bucket, his silly little bucket, his most important little bucket.
She's dead!
She's dead!
Shang Yanting seemed possessed, constantly picking up the tiny fragments, but how could a person whose soul and body were already shattered be pieced back together intact?
Each time, her soul would slip through his fingertips, and his picking up of it only made her soul a little more fragmented.
"Small bucket!"
He roared helplessly.
At that moment, it felt like the sky was about to collapse.
When a god reaches the depths of despair, he will choose self-destruction. He looked down at the direction where shattered souls were falling lightly, and he opened his arms, falling with them.
"Small bucket..."
"A piece of trash like you, your host is here to keep you company."
He closed his eyes and embraced the shattered souls that had turned into stardust, as if he were embracing her again.
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