Chapter 220 God's Descent 11
There was an earthquake.
At first Jiang Yuelu thought it was the ground shaking, but he soon discovered that it was the sound of tens of thousands of people stepping on the ground, and the rumbling sound came from a distance.
Ten thousand ghosts howled in unison, and the ringing of the bells summoned evil.
The gates of hell have really opened.
He had only seen the same noise on the night of the Ghost Festival.
This time it is a hundred times more violent than that time.
He turned his head sharply and grabbed the twins by the collars, "What did you do - what will happen to Xia Yi if the gates of hell are opened?! Where did you take him!"
"So you didn't know...ah, the power is back."
Jiang Yuelu loosened his hand in astonishment, his strength fading like quicksand. The identical twins grew a transparent bond at this moment, and his strength, life, and everything else were continuously transferred to the other side.
God doesn't have to do anything.
Just standing there, someone would give their all. It had been like this for thousands of years and this moment was no exception. He only had to stand there and flip his fingers to feel the abundant life.
Joy spread throughout his newly grown chest.
No more sleep, no more decay, from He became He, and He became man.
"I'm in a good mood now. I can fulfill one of your dying wishes. I can tell you everything except staying alive."
What a great word of almsgiving! Jiang Yuelu almost vomited after hearing it. But even if she didn't want to hear it, the god had already prepared the answer. This was his style of doing things, and he never asked for other people's opinions.
"Kong Zhuning is not my first chess piece. My first chess piece is called Wu Yeming."
Jiang Yuelu's eyes widened.
He thought of the wizard who had argued for his loyalty to God until his death.
Legend has it that he rebelled and went to the ghost cave that night. Legend has it that he was the culprit who joined forces with foreign enemies to allow ghosts to break through the defense line that night and attack wizards massively, causing the power of gods and ghosts to be unbalanced in an instant.
His family was disgraced and became a target of public outcry. His only bloodline could only live in the academy with a fake head and endure humiliation.
Now, the god said that the first chess piece he controlled was called Wu Yeming.
No wonder… No wonder things have gotten to this point, and Wu Yeming has never shown up from beginning to end!
Jiang Yuelu had a flash of inspiration in her mind. This simple sentence opened up the most confusing parts of her life and made many things clear.
"It was you too...it was you who opened the gate of hell that time too...?"
"It's me." The god was reborn and in a good mood. "Back then, if I wanted to accomplish something, I needed the help of humans. I was very restricted... I wasn't as free as I am now. Wu Yeming is the most sincere among the young people. Sincerity is the key to success, so I gave him a precious blessing and made him the first wizard to know my plan."
Jiang Yuelu just felt it was ridiculous.
What kind of blessing is this!
"Don't look at me like that. You are not a fish, so how do you know the joy of a fish? You are not Wu Yeming, so how do you know that he is unwilling to work for me?"
Jiang Yuelu: "If he knew you were going to open the gates of hell, if he knew your birth would cause great suffering to all living beings, how could he help you!"
"How do you know he won't?" God spoke quickly and aggressively, "You have never believed in me, how do you know the sincerity of others' belief! Others can dedicate their lives to me! Even if I want to kill everyone in the world, so what? I am God! At my command, they will obsessively help me! Just because you don't want to, doesn't mean others won't!"
Jiang Yuelu: "How can you still be called a god? Bullshit..."
"How can an ant know the ambition of a roc?" The god thought he was foolish and was too lazy to argue with him. "In short, Wu Yeming opened the gate of hell for me. Didn't you find that the exit that night was too grand? It opens and closes every year, why did it become a turning point in my destiny only that year... It's because I was behind it."
Jiang Yuelu's mind became clear again.
These words answered his doubts again.
Normally, the Ghost Festival is the day when hundreds of ghosts come out every year, but there are rules and regulations every year, and there has never been any chaos. The inside and outside of the pass have been peaceful for a long time, but on that Ghost Festival, ghosts rioted and came out of the pass. Everyone thought that Wu Yeming and the ghosts colluded with each other, but in fact, Wu Yeming was just a tool.
There is someone else behind this.
The mastermind who killed most of the wizards and cut off their lifeline that night and made them unable to recover... was none other than the god they had believed in for thousands of years!
Boom, boom, boom.
The shaking of the earth and mountains could not compare to the huge shock in Jiang Yuelu's heart at this moment.
He is no longer the confused Jiang Yuelu. After connecting with the past, he is also a witch Jiang Yuelu. Although he himself does not worship gods, he has lived in an environment full of wizards since he was a child. Even his brother Jiang Rihu fears and worships the gods.
So many pairs of eyes.
With a devout, fierce and pure gaze, he gazed at the sky...
The burning passion that even loved ones have never felt, I give to God without asking for anything in return...
Jiang Yuelu seemed to see people bowing before the statues. They had never raised their heads to look at the high statues. They bowed their heads and never asked for anything because they trusted the statues too much, like children clinging to their mothers. But in fact, as long as they raised their heads, even if they looked up for a moment, they would find that the god was not merciful.
"You really don't deserve to be worshipped... What kind of god are you?" Jiang Yuelu's expression turned cold, "Ghosts are more human than you!"
This sentence touched something in his lungs. The twins, who had been expressionless all this time, suddenly raised their hands and drew a line in the air, cruelly severing the weak connection. Jiang Yuelu suddenly felt his strength draining away faster, and in the end it could no longer be called draining away, but rather it was being forcibly taken away.
The agony of having his bones and skin pulled out almost distorted his face and caused ringing in his ears, but the great god grabbed his hair and forced him to listen carefully.
"What kind of ghost is that? How dare you compete with me? Your mission is complete. When my new world is complete, I will leave a memorial tablet for you, and you will worship it together with Kong Zhuning and the others."
When Kong Zhuning's name is mentioned at this moment, malice is overwhelming.
For a moment, Jiang Yuelu felt that the smell on the other person was not the calming agarwood, but the rotten smell of evil spirits that he often smelled in the ghost den. The degree of stench was even worse than that of cycads, as if it had been rotten for hundreds of years to ferment to produce this stench. Jiang Yuelu had only one thought in his mind -
Is he still a god?
The god took one last look at Jiang Yuelu. No matter how you put it, this was the human who brought him new life, and he had extra patience and kindness towards him.
The scenes flashed before his eyes, representing every step he had taken along the way.
At the end, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. Maybe this was the price of being human. He was no longer immune to all poisons as before, and he now had emotions.
"Have a safe journey, Jiang Yuelu."
He has many feelings for Jiang Yuelu, but so what?
If gods have a life span, it must be extremely long. He has seen so many humans, should he feel sad about each one? Jiang Yuelu is no different from the humans who brought him pleasure in the past. If there is any difference, it is that he provided himself with a body to be born into.
From a human perspective, we should be considered brothers, right?
He decided to call him brother at the last moment.
This title that belongs only to human beings will end the era of God and usher in a new era.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and even the sadness just now disappeared. But when he was about to shout "Brother...", a strange laugh suddenly sounded from behind him, and the familiar malice and stench rushed into his nose first, making him feel a little disgusted with the human body.
When he was God, he would never get goose bumps from fear.
"Brother? Who do you want to call?"
Even Jiang Yuelu felt a stronger malice. All the city lords he had met in the ghost den before were not as powerful as this one.
Under the double pressure, his eyes were full of light and he was almost dying. When he was in the clouds, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.
"Jiang Yuelu!"
This sound was like a sudden spring thunder, but he immediately relaxed, "Xia Yi..."
For a moment, he could almost die with no regrets.
"Jiang Yuelu, Jiang Yuelu!"
"You can't abandon me again - Jiang Yuelu!"
He recalled the sight he had seen on the edge of the cliff many years ago. Xia Yi's last look was so thrilling, and the guilt it evoked came like an overwhelming tide, drowning him, but also making him feel extremely safe.
He seemed to have returned to the primordial sea and slowly regained some strength.
When I looked up, I saw a pair of red eyes filled with worry.
It’s not an illusion?
It’s Xia Yi…he’s here.
He supported himself gently, and Jiang Yuelu subconsciously looked across, and was surprised to find that there were two identical people across from him.
Previously, it was him and the god looking in the mirror, and now with the appearance of Xia Yi, there was one more person, a person who looked 50% like Xia Yi. His whole body, including his face, was covered with black spots, and as he spoke, those spots seemed to come and go, squeezing on his skin, expanding and contracting like a bunch of black mouths crying for food.
This description is creepy.
This "person" pressed the god's neck from behind.
Jiang Yuelu then noticed the god's expression. It was the first time he saw an expression other than smile and resentment on his face. For a newborn, this expression could be described as extremely complicated.
He actually saw anger, disgust and fear on God's face.
"How come you ran out!"
"Didn't the gates of hell open? You opened it yourself, have you forgotten?"
"That's not what I meant! I meant, how could you—"
"How can I stand in front of you like this? How can I have such abundant strength? Well, you should think so, because when I saw me before and came to make peace with me, I was almost dying."
Jiang Yuelu and Xia Yi exchanged glances and avoided each other tacitly.
The two "people" who had borrowed their bodies were arguing as if no one was around. Jiang Yuelu remembered what someone had said about him and Xia Yi, saying that they had their own barrier when they were together, and outsiders couldn't get in. Now that he was looking at these two people, he finally understood how others felt.
He had some idea of who this person was. He appeared with Xia Yi, said he came from the gates of hell, and had familiar communication with the gods, all pointing to one unique identity.
Demons are the opposite of God.
One side is good and the other side is evil.
One side is pure white, the other side is pure black.
But now, these two ancient creatures maintained human forms, their auras were neither pure evil nor pure good, their colors were neither pure white nor pure black, their black and white were intertwined, good and evil were indistinguishable, and their embrace reminded Jiang Yuelu of the paintings carved on rocks by ancient peoples, where the gods were like two snakes entangled together.
They are born from the same root, cannot be separated, and their breath is intertwined with each other.
Now they hate each other.
The god looked even more terrified, as if in a dimension that they could not understand, the gods were crushed by the power of ghosts. Judging from the current situation, the ghosts were more at ease.
The more frightened his former brother appeared, the more excited he became.
"I was pretending at that time, brother."
“…”
"Why didn't you doubt me? Ah, you wouldn't doubt me, because at that time, you hadn't fallen yet, you were still a pure and flawless god in heaven, and you always thought positively about everything. How could you think I was deceiving you? I only had to pretend to be a little weak, and you would believe it."
He uttered a few odd laughs.
The person standing opposite him felt as if he were falling into an icy cave.
“…What did you say?”
"Do you remember our last meeting, brother? That was the second time we met since we were born... How many thousands of years passed? Or was it ten thousand years? I don't remember... Anyway, you always avoided me. That time you came to my territory out of the blue to look for me, which really scared me."
God remembers it without him saying anything.
That was the most humiliating memory for him.
As he gradually became weaker and fell into a deep sleep, he could no longer hear people's prayers, nor could he bless them. He was very anxious, and after thinking over and over, he was afraid that only his "twin brother" could help him. They both had powers that were unattainable to mortals, and they rose and fell with the good and evil of the world.
He is strong, he is weak.
They are born together.
"After you came, you told me a prophecy in the darkness. It was a very distant prophecy, the voice you heard at the moment of your birth. You heard a voice from higher up predicting our death. This mysterious person, whose identity could not be seen, predicted that we would die together after tens of thousands of years."
The god at that time realized that his power was fading, and when he came to his brother whom he had not seen for many years, he found that he was just as weak, and he knew that the prophecy was true.
"Then you started begging me."
The god suddenly looked up and stared at his brother angrily, but his brother tasted his anger and actually showed a perverted smile.
The more ashamed he was, the more excited he became.
"You said you have a way to keep us alive, but I have to help you do something. As for what it is... I think they must know." He turned his head and for the first time moved his gaze away from his brother and fell on Jiang Yuelu and Xia Yi. As soon as he turned his gaze to them, his eyes turned cold.
This made Jiang Yuelu realize that no matter how similar they looked, their foundations were completely different.
He asked, "Is it the Ghost Festival?"
"Yes, it was that time. Hahaha! The poor wizards absolutely couldn't believe that it was their god who betrayed them. How would those wizards feel if they knew that all these bad consequences were caused by their god kneeling at my feet and licking my feet?"
He called out affectionately, "Brother, do you think they will still clean the altar for you, carefully arrange the offerings, and teach their young children those lovely and amiable fairy songs?"
Jiang Yuelu saw the previously extremely elegant god trembling all over.
"I am...I did it all for them!"
"My people, how could I...how could I abandon them! How could I leave them alone? Without me...where would they go to pray? Without me, who would listen to their voices?"
He repeated it loudly over and over again, his voice tense and stiff, but he continued to repeat with a trembling tongue, as if he would be convinced if he persisted.
Seeing him like this, his brother became more amused, "Really? You did it for them?"
"Of course it's true!"
"My brother, you still refuse to admit it." The other party's voice was extremely distorted. He was so close to God that he had to look at what he denied. "You came to me, your plan, your plot, do you dare to say that it was all for others?"
"Of course it's for them! But I..."
"You are a selfless God, right? How could a selfless God of great love admit that he has desires? Like your damn hateful brother?" He grabbed God's hand, and the cold temperature made God shudder. Then he twisted God's body, and they faced Jiang Yuelu and Xia Yi together.
"The last remaining wizard is standing right here. Do you dare to tell him what you really think? Why did you open the gate of hell? That time, and this time, and for whom?"
"For...for my people!"
"You're lying! Hahaha! You're lying!"
Shen was on the verge of collapse under his brother's weird laughter, "Yes, it's true..." He stood there in despair for a while, and suddenly screamed, "It's true, it's true, it's true!"
"Liar! Liar! You've also learned to lie! You deserve to die!"
Jiang Yuelu frowned and looked at them.
They were like two balls of entangled malice that made him want to stay away from them.
He also understood why God had avoided ghosts for so many years. He would be driven to collapse after less than ten minutes of being with him. Who would want to stay with him?
Thinking of this, he looked at Xia Yi again.
Xia Yi has been with Master Gui for so many years, is everything really alright...
“Ahhhhh——!!” Jiang Yuelu couldn’t help but cover her ears at the sharp explosion.
The roaring god no longer had the elegance he had before. He looked like he was publicly stripped naked. His whole body began to tremble, his pupils trembled violently, and he kept gasping for breath after his mad roar.
He recalled the time when he was kneeling at the feet of the evil ghost and felt ashamed to the point of wanting to die, just as he does today.
Why do I persist? It’s because...
"You are too weak, brother. You are afraid of the prophecy." His brother's voice was playful and sympathetic, as if for their shared fate. "Why don't you dare to admit it? You also have desires. You bowed to me, cooperated with me, endured the stench that you could not endure, and now you are standing in front of me... It's all because of you."
"It's not because of those wizards... It's not because of those high-sounding reasons... You obviously planned all this for yourself, otherwise what would those wizards who died in your hands matter?"
God finally understood his thoughts at this moment, "You did it on purpose."
"Yes, I did it on purpose. But wasn't it you who actively promoted it? Don't put the blame on me."
He looked at his brother's sweet and charming smile, closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and opened them again as if nothing had changed, yet everything had changed.
"That's right."
He gradually fell into a deep sleep and could no longer hear the prayers of his people. He became extremely panicked.
“I don’t want to die.”
He still wanted to continue listening, he still wanted to continue being watched, he still wanted to have endless time and extraordinary power for millions of years, no matter how great the price he paid for it.
It doesn’t matter who dies, Kong Zhuning, Tong Ximin, Jiang Yuelu, Xia Yi...even his twin brother, it doesn’t matter if they all die.
From selflessness to selfishness, from purity to depravity.
Black spots the size of a needle tip appeared on his face and soon covered his entire body. The black color that had been hidden for who knows how long suddenly came out, and soon he became exactly the same as his younger brother.
It doesn't matter.
His eyes were cold but his smile was hot. He cruelly admitted his sins, "Because God doesn't want to die."
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