Chapter 185 The Nameless Corpse (10)
High in the sky, at the center of the vortex, Wei Sheng Qian Heng slowly closed his eyes, which were no longer human, and opened his arms.
Without Shu Ningmiao's resistance and struggle, he once again became the master of the String Flow, and the convergence of Pandora became smoother than ever before.
The column of energy formed by Pandora surged even more frantically toward him at the center, and his form was undergoing further changes, with his skin even turning into a crystalline texture.
"Ugh—!"
Below, a citizen who had miraculously survived in the rubble suddenly let out a painful scream and vomited a mouthful of blood.
But when he raised his hands in horror, the blood was a terrifying black.
He knew exactly what this meant: Manla disease! It was Manla disease! He wasn't sick, so why was he suddenly vomiting black blood?
The skin covered by the black, viscous liquid is losing its luster at a visible rate, becoming dry, wrinkled, and eventually ulcerated.
It's as if... life force is being forcibly drained away.
The top floor of the Union Building.
The crack in Pandora's Cave just happened to avoid the building, and those inside looked up at the same time and clearly saw the figure falling from the sky.
Zhao lowered his grip on the dagger, looking out at the devastating scene outside the window. He watched as his carefully cultivated and cherished symbol of power, Pinnech, vanished into nothingness. For the first time, a look of near-collapse and bewilderment appeared on his face.
He gradually looked away, not daring to look into the eyes of the person in front of him: "Shu Ningmiao... is dead."
Shu Changyan's voice was completely flat: "She won't die."
He absolutely refused to accept that she would die.
Shu Changyan drew his sword without hesitation, not even glancing at Zhao, and left directly.
He was going to find Shu Ningmiao.
Zhao casually tore a few pieces of paper off the table, pressed them against his still-bleeding neck, and staggered to his feet, fighting off a momentary wave of dizziness.
“I’ll go with you.” Zhao coughed intermittently, gripping his cane with one hand, his eyes bloodshot and visibly red: “In case… her condition is not good.”
The soldiers outside the building saw them rush out one after the other, and for a moment their expressions were complicated. They couldn't defeat this strange man with bandages. They originally wanted to suppress the protesting people, but unexpectedly another person suddenly appeared and blocked their way.
What's infuriating is that they were no match for this person either.
The woman, wielding a long knife, stood like an insurmountable barrier before the anxious crowd. She bore the marks of travel, clearly having returned after leaving.
Zhao also saw Xiao Jiang blocking the way. He pursed his lips and asked, "Didn't you already leave? Why did you come back?"
Xiao Jiang stood before these people, holding his usual gleaming longsword. Upon hearing this, he raised his weapon and pointed it at Xiao Jiang's face: "Perhaps it's because I'm different from trash like you. I'm raising my weapon to protect everyone behind me."
"Shu Ningmiao said she might know where Wei Shengqianheng went."
After saying that, she turned her head and spoke to Shu Changyan.
She was protecting this group of ordinary people without superpowers downstairs. She only felt the violent earthquake and didn't know what was happening outside: "Is the commotion outside related to her?"
“Just now…” Zhao glanced at Shu Changyan out of the corner of his eye, wary of her silent expression, and after a long pause, he spoke with difficulty: “I saw her fall from the sky.”
Xiao Jiang seemed not to understand, paused for a moment, and frowned deeply: "What?"
Outside the Union Building, the sky was dyed an eerie blue, with fluorescent blue light swirling and rolling in the clouds, like an inverted ocean.
The Pandora flowing upwards resembles countless tentacles, twisting and swaying, making the whole world appear so bizarre and fantastical.
The "monster" suspended in the vortex in mid-air quietly closed its eyes, like a statue sculpted from blue crystal.
Countless Pandoras flowed into his body, like an invisible umbilical cord tying up a baby, greedily absorbing the energy of the "mother," the planet.
Abandoned vehicles on the street were covered by falling blue energy dust. The vehicles rusted and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into a pool of reddish-brown rusty mud.
The once bustling square is now a mess, with cracks as if it had been torn open by an invisible force, and blue light pulsating within those cracks as if it were alive.
Is this the purpose of microbial balance?
He intends to collect the cost, plus interest, from humanity for using Pandora, and then destroy everything equally.
Zhao covered his mouth and nose, coughed, and black liquid seeped from between his fingers.
Not only him, but also Shu Changyan, people around him kept coughing and scratching their skin until they could see black mucus under their fingernails.
Panic spread like a plague.
Zhao suppressed the metallic taste in his throat and tapped the insects fleeing in the air with his cane, continuously giving them new "nature": "pursuit".
With so many deep abysses and fissures cracking open in the land of Pinne, they couldn't be sure where Shu Ningmiao had fallen into, or even if she hadn't fallen into any fissures at all—but no one dared to say that out loud, especially not in front of Shu Changyan.
Even for powerful superhumans, falling directly to the ground from thousands of meters in the air would only result in being smashed to pieces, with no chance of survival whatsoever. The chances of survival, even if they were lucky enough to fall into a crevice, would be negligible.
But Shu Changyan, that madman, would absolutely not accept it.
He would search one crack after another until he found Shu Ningmiao.
Shu Changyan's face was expressionless, but his eyes were bloodshot.
The reality before his eyes overlapped with the recurring nightmares. Every time he woke up from a dream of losing her, the uncontrollable fear would overwhelm him from head to toe.
However, at this moment, the nightmare becomes reality.
It felt like a piece of my heart had been ripped out, leaving a cold, piercing void.
The pain, however, burned into a kind of unwavering hope, becoming the only light shining in those blue eyes.
He instinctively took a step forward, and pebbles and energy fragments grazed his cheeks, leaving bloodstains, but he felt no pain. Gradually, no one could keep up with him.
Xiao Jiang's voice was hoarse as she called out from behind him, "She won't die!"
"she……"
Within the barrier erected by Weston, Arcia's voice trembled, her slender fingers gripping the armrests of her wheelchair tightly. She didn't cry out, but her clear eyes were fixed on the spot where Shu Ningmiao had disappeared. There was no despair in her eyes, only an almost stubborn belief: "She won't die."
Deep within a crack somewhere.
The cool liquid enveloped her sinking body, and the blood in her chest spread along the path of her fall. The excruciating pain and coldness almost tore her consciousness apart.
The wound that pierced through the chest did not heal in the extremely concentrated Pandora energy; instead, it seemed to be assimilated, with its edges emitting an even more intense hissing sound.
The pain no longer elicited much of a reaction from her.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like eternity.
Is it over?
A profound weariness washed over her like a tide, tempting her to abandon thought and sink into eternal darkness.
Falling asleep like this doesn't seem so bad...
Just as her consciousness was about to completely succumb, a strong sense of unwillingness that erupted at the last moment pierced through her consciousness.
Shu Ningmiao suddenly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were immersed in a dark blue liquid, and illusory images kept passing through them, drifting back and forth like wandering ghosts. A white, polluted entity pounced on her, howling mournfully, and made her kill Wei Sheng Qian Heng.
Perhaps only she could do that in this world.
A gentle and familiar voice seemed to pierce through layers of Pandora's energy, cross the surging currents of the strings, and enter directly and clearly into the depths of her almost stagnant mind: "You must fight him... Miaomiao, defeating him is defeating yourself."
That voice kept telling her that she was special.
She possesses the powerful Pandora of the Crimson Palace Stone, and a body made of the Stone itself. Who else but her could rival her?
Shu Ningmiao reached out listlessly, her fingertips unconsciously groping for something. The next second, her fingertips touched a tiny, hard object.
The silvery-white life symbol floated silently in the blue liquid in front of her, having somehow emerged from her clothes, emitting a faint glow.
A cool yet familiar sensation came from my fingertips.
A thought, like a lightning bolt piercing through the chaos, suddenly cleaved through her thoughts.
She can never fight time with time.
This is a dead end.
To defeat Wei Sheng Qian Heng, she must possess power that transcends time and strings.
She saw it.
She saw it—
It is cause and effect.
Yu'an is the cause, and Achini is the effect.
Every phenomenon in the world has a cause and a result.
Every choice, every action, invisibly weaves a web of fate that seems irresistible, and also forms the trajectory of time.
Fate is the inevitable result of countless choices, and time itself is the manifestation of countless causes and effects.
The symbol of life shone brightly, and gently warmed itself in resonance.
The light entered her fingertips.
It was a supernatural artifact made by You An, but no supernatural power was sealed inside; it only contained a clue that You An gave her at the cost of her life.
Shu Ningmiao could clearly feel that her superpower had undergone a fundamental leap at this moment.
The world reflected in her eyes has been completely transformed, bursting forth with countless threads of cause and effect, invisibly connected to her fingertips, as if she could pluck the strings of destiny with a gentle touch.
She transcended time and touched upon cause and effect.
Amidst this surging, turbulent energy current, there is a clearest line extending from her fingertips, the other end firmly tied to another person's fingertips. At this moment, the distance between them... approaches nothingness.
A hand with distinct knuckles, a hand carrying a familiar warmth, suddenly pierced through the sticky Pandora and firmly grasped her wrist, which was hanging in mid-air.
A powerful pulling force came, instantly stopping her from sinking any further!
She looked up and followed the hand, and saw the owner of the hand.
Shu Changyan's black hair was disheveled in the raging energy of Pandora, his face and arms were covered with tiny bloodstains, and his eyes, which were similar in color to the surrounding liquid, burned with an almost resolute obsession.
Without any hesitation, she gripped his hand tightly in return.
That familiar temperature became the only anchor point she could feel in the liquid at that moment.
With a splash, water sprayed everywhere.
Shu Changyan's arm muscles tensed instantly, forcefully pulling a crack into her skin.
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