Chapter 18 Born a God
The battle ended and the crowd cheered, but some people were still focused on the aftermath of the battle in that sea area.
Chen Yuezhou was already extremely anxious and couldn't help but ask again, "Hasn't she come up yet? How long has it been?"
In the past, when they were together, he chatted with Qi An and asked Qi An how long he could hold his breath during deep diving.
Qi An said that if the water is 100 meters deep, he can hold out for 20 minutes without any problem.
That's certainly an astonishing number, but it's been almost half an hour now!
Chen Yuezhou was far inland, and all he could do was repeatedly urge the front lines for news and instruct the logistics department to prepare helicopters.
At Southeast Base No. 1, Wu Han, who was also on the front lines during the war, was able to directly sail out to sea.
A reconnaissance ship, built before the apocalypse and barely usable after being patched up, dared to set sail in a gale-force wind.
After arriving at the designated sea area, Wu Han did not hesitate in such terrible weather. He immediately changed into his less-than-ideal diving equipment and went into the water to search.
But he gained nothing.
Everyone who was closely monitoring the news panicked.
Southeast Base No. 1 dispatched several larger fishing boats, carrying all the underwater detection equipment they could.
But the fleet lingered in the wind and waves for several hours, until after 5 a.m.
Helicopters from various places have arrived one after another, but the search and rescue team still hasn't found anything.
The sea was so black it looked like it had been soaked in an inkwell. At the height of the storm, a fishing boat was almost capsized by the waves.
Wu Han had no choice but to order the small boats to temporarily dock at the island's small pier, while the warships returned to port.
The first phase of the search and rescue operation failed. It was a last resort and a temporary respite. However, the soldiers who participated in the search and rescue landed on the small island where Qi An and the other two had lived for three years and found green bloodstains on the beach and in the woods!
Wu Han pushed through the crowd and followed the trail of blood and the gravel path to the small courtyard with its bamboo fence.
The light on the gate of the small courtyard was still on, flashing intermittently.
Cured meat was hanging on the second-floor balcony, and Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the door.
There was a large splatter of frozen green blood in the entrance hallway.
Wu Han's heart was clenched tightly as he gently pushed open the half-closed door.
On the north wall directly opposite the door, under a window, stands a large bamboo rocking chair.
A woman was lying in a rocking chair.
The scene was extremely bizarre, as if it were not of this world.
Because the woman had long, flowing hair, a snow-white body, and a long fish tail...or snake tail trailing from under the chair.
Only the snake's tail was broken, its colorful scales were scattered, and large patches of half-dried green blood had seeped onto the floor.
On the woman's snow-white, slender back, where wings once grew, there was now rolled-up flesh and a huge scar.
Zhao Lang entered behind Wu Han, his eyes widening in surprise.
But his catchphrase "Damn it!" never came out, nor did it even cross his mind.
Zhao Lang's impulse, born from the depths of his heart, was to kneel down.
The woman under the window looked just like a goddess from mythology who had returned from mending the sky and was taking a temporary rest in the mortal world because she was covered in wounds.
Wu Han realized what was happening and tried to close the door to let Zhao Lang out.
Before he could close the door, Zhao Lang lowered his head, unsure whether to clasp his hands together or kowtow. In the end, he gave a military salute and silently withdrew.
Wu Han's heart, which had been pounding all night, eased slightly.
But what eased was only the worry, not the pain. He slowed his steps and knelt down on one knee in front of Qi An's rocking chair.
"Are you alright...?" he asked.
That's a really stupid question. Qi An is obviously still alive. For someone like her, being alive means she's fine.
Qi An lay on his side, his head buried in his arms, motionless.
After a long while, Wu Han's frustration and helplessness had turned into panic before she finally spoke:
"Qiu Yunmeng and Ye Xiao have both been killed by me."
Wu Han was stunned. Her first reaction wasn't joy, but rather a frantic grasp on Qi An's hand: "An'an, you..."
Of course he knew that Ye Xiao was Qi An's mother.
What kind of brutal battle must have led Qi An to... kill his own mother?
"The pollution comes from another dimension."
Qi An did not respond to Wu Han's gesture of holding her hand. She remained motionless, her voice extremely soft as she murmured to herself.
"The power of pollution is the power of 'thought,' using 'thought' to change reality."
That alternate dimension must be some kind of consciousness space, a mental space...
That's right.
When I sensed that space, my body was still here; I only went there on a conscious level.
Therefore, the 'Divine Realm' is a purely spiritual realm.
The pollution from there uses a purely spiritual force to alter our material reality and disrupt our physical laws.
Right, right...
The reason I can help treat those veterans who are permanently disabled is because I can also mobilize the spiritual power of that space. I am also using my consciousness to change reality.
If a person is harmed by pollution, but their will is not immediately devoured, but instead devours the pollution.
Then he can enter that pure spiritual 'divine realm' and become a new god in that realm.
He would then be able to mobilize that spiritual power.
However, the fallen insects, especially the high priests, can also use spiritual power.
At the level of White Priest or Ash Priest, one can freely move their internal organs, rapidly regenerate their flesh and blood, and reorganize their cells.
But their power comes from Him, from that god who looks like a black sun... Let me call Him the 'Old God'...
The spiritual power that the Ash Priests can summon comes entirely from the Old Gods.
They did make a deal with the Old Gods, and although the deal was forced, it was indeed a deal.
The Old Gods devoured their egos, but gave them power.
When corrupted insects contaminate others, the effects are always the same, because their power comes from the Old Gods and they can only use their power according to the rules of the Old Gods.
But I'm different from them.
I was born having already overcome corruption, and when I first opened my eyes, I was already a new god!
I was just too young to realize that I was a god.
Qiu Yunmeng, those four-winged priests are just priests of the old gods.
But I am God, a new God.
I am not a thief at all; my power comes entirely from myself! Or, I can draw power from the divine realm myself.
I can set my own pollution rules. If I want, I can heal the veterans' bodies without touching their spirits at all!
"I am already a god, this is my authority..."
Qi An finally lifted his head slightly from between his arms and looked at the guitar, drum set, and keyboard on a small platform a little further away—that little "music corner."
She then looked at the beanbag chair next to the music corner.
Qi An stared at it for a long time, as if there was someone on the beanbag chair, curled up inside like a boneless person, flipping through a book while tossing peanuts into their mouth.
"Uncle Xu, my mother failed. She became like Qiu Yunmeng and no longer recognizes me."
I killed her...
My father's name is Wei Yuanshuo. He is called Yuanshuo because he was born on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Today is my father's birthday and my mother's death anniversary.
These words made Wu Han's heart tremble, but Qi An, who said these words, had dry, quiet eyes without a single tear.
“But you succeeded, Uncle Xu, you’ve become a god too,” Qi An said softly.
More than twenty years of unyielding struggle have paved a long path to godhood.
Xu Zhuoxing stepped onto it, steadily crossing the last step and reaching the summit!
What awaited him at the summit was the Old God.
The Old God swallowed him whole.
Xu Zhuoxing didn't have time to leave anything behind, not a single word of advice, not a single last word.
His soul became food for the Old Gods, while his body became a turning point between two spaces, the Old Gods' largest tentacles invading this world.
The beanbag chair was empty; no one was lounging with their feet up, raising an eyebrow or bursting into laughter every now and then because of the plot of the book.
No one responded to Qi An.
Qi An turned his head to look out the window.
The sky began to lighten, the morning light struggling against the darkness, turning into a cold, dark blue.
“The ‘Black Sun’ has not been completely destroyed yet, and may never be completely destroyed,” Qi An said.
Those black sun fragments roamed the sea, using the cover of polluted marine life, so Qi An couldn't sense them.
They will grow stronger again and will definitely land.
Because it is difficult to completely kill them, there will be countless, perhaps infinite, battles waiting for Qi An.
If Qi An raises his "contamination value," that is, his deification value, to the final 100%.
She will enter the realm of gods, just like Xu Zhuoxing, and be devoured by the old gods.
The long tail gradually transformed into legs. Qi An casually pulled a blanket to wrap himself up and sat down next to the piano stand.
The sound of the zither flowed, yet inside and outside the small building, it seemed as if a deeper silence had fallen.
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