Chapter 560 When the Nightmare Ends
Yu Sheng stood in the chaotic space, staring fixedly at the small figure—who was this petite doll standing by the campfire?
Is it the remaining consciousness of blonde Eileen? Is it another fragment of the ominous sign? Is it a mental projection left in the Boundary Bridge after the two merged? Or, like before, is it an "incomplete mind" formed by the consciousness that escaped from the little doll?
Yu Sheng couldn't tell for a moment—the way the Goddess of Omens existed and the corruption that had occurred to her over the past 3,700 years were completely beyond his comprehension. He originally thought that after the blonde Eileen merged with this alien god, she had taken away most of the latter's "essence" and obsession. But now it seemed that what a "god" left behind after being shattered was far beyond human imagination, and the fusion of the blonde Eileen with the Omens was far from complete.
This might be because Eileen was already at her limit when she fused with the Omen, or perhaps it's because... the power of the Alice doll alone was not enough to fully support a massive being like the Omen Goddess.
He cautiously approached the petite figure with its many distinctive features, looking at the face that was remarkably similar to the black-haired, red-eyed Eileen he knew. He hesitated before asking, "Are you Omen, or Eileen?"
"I don't know..." The petite doll shook her head, seemingly trying to curl up in the cracks of the campfire's light. "I... I don't remember anything. Everyone told me to come here, to find... to find someone to help, but the bridge suddenly collapsed. I only remember trying to fix it. I kept trying, but I could never get it back together..."
Yu Sheng frowned.
The connection established by blood was rapidly strengthening, and he could feel himself simultaneously beginning to "assimilate" this astonishing dimensional megastructure from both "ends" of the boundary bridge—his blood flowed within this enormous shell, and as this process continued, he gradually came to understand what was happening here.
"You...don't you understand what 'death' means?" he asked cautiously.
The petite "doll" raised its head and looked into Yu Sheng's eyes with confusion.
“So, the Boundary Bridge doesn’t understand this either, right?” Yu Sheng thought for a moment and sat down directly in the darkness. “You think the Boundary Bridge can be repaired, and the Boundary Bridge also thinks… it can ‘repair’ you—you think it’s just broken, and it thinks you’re just asleep.”
The petite doll still looked at him with confusion.
Yu Sheng pursed his lips and looked up at the surrounding chaos.
A massive, ancient structure operated in the shadows, pulses of light emanating from its energy glands rapidly sweeping across the darkness, illuminating the framework of the boundary bridges hidden in the rifts of spacetime—various seemingly incongruous structures were forcibly mixed together, forming an astonishing…life form.
According to the definition of a border area, the "border bridge" itself is a dark angel, an "artificial angel" created by dark angels.
Artificial angels without a complete mind cannot comprehend the concept of death.
Surprisingly, the young goddess of omens also seemed unable to understand this, even though she had experienced an apocalypse. It was clear that her followers had somehow eliminated the concept of death from their deity.
This might also be part of their original "sanctuary plan"—in which the goddess of omens would become the "sun" of the new world, and a sun that has eliminated the concept of death can obviously run longer.
No one expected that this would one day turn into a deadly vicious cycle.
Perhaps the blonde Eileen from 3,700 years ago also realized this. After realizing that she could not kill the out-of-control alien god in front of her, she had no choice but to choose the expedient measure of "fusion" to delay the time. At the same time, because neither the Boundary Bridge nor the Goddess of Omens could understand each other's death, Eileen's fusion left behind that "god corpse" that was constantly decaying but could never completely dissipate.
The goddess of omens tried in vain to repair the Boundary Bridge, and the Boundary Bridge tried in vain to awaken its only passenger. This vicious cycle had been stuck for more than three thousand years until now, when the errors had accumulated to the limit, and the two wreckages that had been completely fused together finally restarted the connection mission that had been interrupted. And Luo, who happened to "pick up" the fragments of the Boundary Bridge at this critical moment, became the first unlucky one in the whole process.
"What is death?" the petite doll suddenly asked.
Yu Sheng opened his mouth, but hesitated for a moment before answering.
He himself couldn't understand his own life or death.
But after a moment's hesitation, he spoke up.
"In most cases, for the deceased individual, 'death' is the end of everything."
"Finish?"
"Yes, the end, the loss of all consciousness and self, the cessation of thought and activity, the disappearance of individual consciousness and all memories from this world, the loss of all glory and debts, and the absence of any unfinished tasks or wishes—the only remaining connection between the dead and the world will be the remembrance of the living and the natural cycle of the material world. There is actually a more complex philosophical explanation for this, but I think that might not be the answer you are looking for."
After Yu Sheng finished speaking, he looked at the small figure in front of him.
The other person listened very attentively, and it was unclear whether she could truly understand the concept from words alone, but she suddenly laughed, seemingly very happy.
Okay.
The tiny, almost transparent campfire then went out.
Wisps of red mist seeped into this chaotic space, intertwining and converging around Yu Sheng, then settling in the darkness, as if condensing into a bright red, velvety blanket. The petite doll slept soundly on that "velvet blanket," a faint smile on her face.
She seemed to be having a good dream, a dream where she could finally rest.
Yu Sheng thought for a moment, then came to the little "doll" and gently patted her back before slowly stroking her hair.
A bright red color suddenly spread behind him, and the blood mist seemed to grow infinitely, invading and staining the entire chaotic space in the blink of an eye. Then it continued to spread to all the superstring structures of this dimensional behemoth, and then gradually dissipated, and everything returned to chaos.
...
At the border, everyone in the dense fog defense line heard a strange rumbling from the sky—the surface of the shattered black tower, covered with red cracks, was gradually shrinking back through the gap in the great shield. The starlight that had refracted into the border from distant spacetime had dissipated at some point. Even the giant space station that had been pierced by the boundary bridge and projected onto the boundary city was gradually being sent back to its original position.
The shadows that had dripped into the border city vanished completely, and the depth of the entire border area was rapidly returning to normal.
Minutes later, the boundary bridge disappeared from the sky, the last spacetime rift closed, and the damaged great shield began to repair itself.
The shimmering light on the surface of the Council Tower gradually subsided, but the "Requiem" system remained operational, cautiously continuing its mental interference with all residents of the region...
Inside the Secret Service headquarters building, "Bai Liqing" sat behind her desk, while Song Cheng's gaze was fixed on the floor-to-ceiling windows. After staring at the large shield undergoing repair for a long time, he finally couldn't help but turn around: "What's the situation now? Has 'Angel Fallen' happened? What about Yu Sheng's side..."
"Don't ask, I can't get in touch with my sister," Baili Qing sighed. "It's hard to say whether she's fallen or not, it's probably... like 'the fate of the angel is hanging in the balance'?"
Song Cheng opened his mouth, then turned back to look out the floor-to-ceiling window with a serious expression.
At the edge of the old city, as the diffusion device ran out of power and stopped, the surrounding blood mist completely dissipated. The Bone-Eating Immortal finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then, disregarding his image, he plopped down on the road.
She looked up and saw a girl with exaggerated blonde hair sitting on a stone bench by the roadside not far away, still tightly gripping the golden scythe woven from her hair in one hand, maintaining a posture that allowed her to rest briefly but was ready to rise and fight at any moment.
The other members of the "Fairy Tale" group around them were the same. They all looked to be only teenagers and had no cultivation at all, yet they were as experienced as seasoned warriors. Moreover, they had displayed a variety of strange and powerful abilities in previous battles, which were impossible to understand.
Oh well, this is a strange place. No wonder people say that the border area is a land of outstanding people and spiritual energy. After seeing it today, I can see that there is some truth to it. I will never come here again.
It's better inside the Demon Suppression Tower. Everyone there has been beaten up together before. When we're not out for exercise, we curse each other in the streets; when we are out for exercise, we fight. Life is very simple.
I just don't know why the snake demon that used to live in the cell next to mine is here, and it even looks like it's turned into a weapon... Was it also captured by that True Lord Yu Sheng?
It seems everyone has their own difficulties...
...
It felt like a long time had passed, but it also felt like only a few seconds had passed in a daze—in this chaotic spacetime located "inside" the boundary bridge, time seemed to be a very vague concept.
Yu Sheng sat cross-legged in place, keeping the little "doll" company while pondering many things related to the Boundary Bridge, the ominous sign, and the Dark Angel.
He felt the body beneath his palm move slightly.
Yu Sheng looked down and saw that the doll's eyelids were trembling.
The shadow covering the doll's body had transformed into a familiar black dress.
Her long, black hair was spread out loosely.
The doll opened its eyes, which were scarlet and glistening.
"You're awake?" Yu Sheng smiled and reached out to rub Eileen's head.
The little doll responded in a muffled voice, and as usual, it crawled onto Yu Sheng's lap, found a comfortable position, and nestled there without making a sound for several seconds.
She rarely stays this quiet.
"It's better to be alive than dead," she suddenly muttered to herself.
Yu Sheng nodded: "Yes, then live."
"It felt like I had a nightmare," Eileen muttered softly. "When I woke up, my head was filled with so many things."
Yu Sheng rubbed her head again: "It's good that you're awake."
Eileen blinked: "...Let's go home?"
“Okay, but we have to pick up Hu Li and the others first—your body is ‘outside’ too.”
"Okay!"
(End of this chapter)
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