Deep in the Sea of Consciousness
Ximu actually heard the shouts of his companions.
It wasn't that she intentionally ignored it - but at this moment, any words that entered her ears lost their original meaning and content.
Words are just words.
So she couldn't understand, couldn't respond.
The moment she landed on the platform, the scene in front of her suddenly fell apart and quickly reorganized into a high dome.
The overlapping arches and columns are like the devoutly raised hands of a martyr, desperately supporting and yearning for the existence at the pinnacle of faith.
Looking at the familiar rune emblem on the dome, the murmured prayers passing by her ears suddenly brought her back to her senses.
This is the scene of the ceremony that day.
Now, she was shackled and lying flat on the altar, waiting for the god to bow down and respectfully become a part of Him.
——It’s so true.
The heavy shackles and the cold touch of bricks and stones beneath my body were almost exactly the same as I remembered.
...No, that's not right.
Didn’t the platform suddenly shatter and throw her into the underground river?
Is this a memory reappearing?
Or... she never left the altar at all, and all those previous encounters and adventures were just her last delusions before she died?
In a trance, a man in a cloak and a hood walked out of the team, climbed the stairs, stood beside the altar, and looked down at her condescendingly.
"Are you scared?"
His lips didn't move, but the message reached her mind clearly.
Ximu didn't answer.
She just looked at him quietly.
This is her younger brother who is from the same mother as her.
Today, he will also start the ceremony and sacrifice his own blood relatives to the gods for the sake of his family.
He chuckled, not sure if it was a mockery or self-mockery.
Without further delay, he took out a ritual dagger that imitated an ancient sacred artifact and cut his arm.
The flowing blood seemed to have eyes, falling into the grooves around the altar, flowing along and forming a complete magic circle. The sound of prayers became more and more frequent, like a drizzle, gradually covering Ximu's consciousness.
Amidst her growing sleepiness, she suddenly felt a "sight".
Her biological instinct suddenly awakened, and she opened her eyes wide, clearly hearing every cell in her body roaring at her to escape quickly -
If the life and death experiences she had gone through since childhood had not weakened her desire to survive, she would probably have started screaming and struggling desperately like a madman at this moment.
Yes, it’s “sight”…
He saw her.
——He “saw” her!
But that's not right.
No, no, no!
She had already left there along the underground river... She was clearly thousands of miles away, so why was she still "seen"?!
The remaining sanity suddenly began to struggle violently, trying to bring her out of the false memory, but before her thoughts could form, they were all dissipated under some enormous pressure and disappeared without a trace.
Ximu suddenly realized something.
Although she didn't know what happened at the end of the ceremony, and even though she didn't die as expected, the gods who were invited had already "seen" her.
The moment the god noticed her, she was already... a part of Him.
The moment she realized this, black karmic fire ignited and quickly covered her body, burning her inside and out, from top to bottom!
The unbearable pain made her scream out - but she could not hear her own voice, could not feel her own struggle, she only felt that the flesh and blood in her body were melted into the black substance bit by bit, including the originally damaged and shattered blood vessels, which also merged into it, becoming one with some huge existence, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.
It turns out that this has always been her fate.
Ximu Kelinlet, the eldest daughter of the family and the sacrifice to the God of Slaughter, should have been dedicated to the God on her eighteenth birthday and disappeared from this world.
That's why she has been working so hard till now.
She should have accepted this fate with resignation.
But why... at this moment, the boy's eyes suddenly flashed before my eyes?
Those bright, beautiful eyes, golden with a hint of red, looked at her with worry when they first saw her.
What are you worried about?
Are you worried about me?
Come to think of it, if everything that happened before was not entirely an imagination, then what am I like now?
Did he stop talking again? Did he fall into the water again?
She suddenly felt like laughing.
But on second thought, she couldn't laugh anymore - based on Ruixia's personality, she would definitely not leave her alone.
They were buzzing around earlier, and seemed to have mentioned something like "danger"... Could they do it? Morina didn't have many offensive methods, so what would they do if they encountered an enemy?
Does Ruixia have enough magic crystal resources?
If he is surrounded by multiple enemies, can he protect himself and Morina?
These countless questions are like small stones, not very heavy, but they cause ripples in the calm heart, which are continuous and difficult to calm down.
No... No, she couldn't sleep, at least not now!
Ximu suddenly opened his eyes, but found that everything in front of him had disappeared. There was nothing between heaven and earth, only a bottomless darkness.
"Ximu, you don't have 'fate'."
A similar scene appeared again, but this time, the person leaning behind her was not her younger brother Jie Yan, but their mother, the beautiful acting head of the family, Fushiya.
She hugged Ximu from behind, as if to keep her in the darkness.
"Once we are connected, there will be a bond. You are the pride of your family, a sacrifice to the gods, and you do not need to experience the sufferings of the human world."
"Will forming a bond... bring pain?"
She murmured the question, but seemed to have the answer already.
Recalling the moment in the previous illusion when she used the teleportation technique to push Ruisha and Morina away from herself, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.
That was a feeling she had never experienced in the past ten years.
She couldn't interpret the complex emotions of expectation, worry and unwillingness, so she simply avoided talking about it.
But now she understands a little.
When people get along for a long time, they become like two threads, naturally entangled. When it comes time to separate, the tighter the entanglement, the more difficult it is to untie.
If you have to pull it and it has to be cut, it will naturally hurt.
But she had no regrets.
"Mom, I'm worried."
Xi Mu did not try to break free from the arms that were trying to pull her into darkness. She just kept looking in the direction that might be above. A trace of nostalgia appeared on her face, which had always been expressionless.
"What would they do without me? Ruisha's fighting style isn't suitable for a solo fight, and Morina is a priestess, making her an easy target for the enemy... If she gets captured again, who will rescue her? Ruisha's too slow, she'll lose them in no time..."
It was clearly experience accumulated through countless tense battles, but when Ximu talked about it one by one at this moment, he couldn't help but smile.
The pitch-black darkness somehow faded a little. The woman behind him showed a look of pity and asked with a hint of ridicule, "What does this have to do with you? They have their own karma. What good does it do you to get involved?"
"What good would it do me to have to die on the day I reach adulthood?"
The body that was originally falling heavily suddenly became lighter, and the girl stopped her endless fall. She turned her head slightly and looked at the woman who rarely hugged her like this in real life.
"As the eldest daughter of the family, I must dedicate myself to the family. This is the principle you taught me... I accepted it calmly, not because I didn't know how to resist, but because I knew that if it wasn't me, it could only be Jie Yan. And with a body like his, there was no way he could survive such a trial and live safely to adulthood.
"I know that because our main family has declined and its sacred artifacts have been lost, the branches across the country have been eager to take action. Gaining the approval of the gods is the fastest way to stabilize the situation... I said nothing, asked nothing, because I know that as long as I become a qualified killing puppet, I can naturally keep you safe."
The woman behind him lost her expression. It was unclear whether Xi Mu's answer was too unexpected or she herself didn't know how to continue deceiving him.
"I can train, I can kill, I can face death with nothing in my hands, because I regard you as my family, so I can do anything for you. But you..."
Ximu slowly turned around, suddenly opened his arms and hugged his mother tightly.
then--
She quickly loosened her hand and slowly and firmly pushed her into the abyss behind her.
"You awkward and timid people pushed me to my death, but you didn't even dare to say 'we love you too'."
It was as if a crack suddenly appeared somewhere, and a faint beam of light shone in. Although it had not yet fallen on her, it had already brought a little bit of faint warmth.
Ah...she remembered.
When she lived alone in the tower at home, her only entertainment in her spare time was to sit beside the coffin she used as a bed and quietly look at the skylight on the high wall.
When the weather is good, a ray of sunshine will fall gently from there.
Because of the height and angle, the light would not shine directly on her, causing her to suffer from overheating - but it was also this perfect angle that prevented her from being hurt, while allowing her to feel the furry warmth above her head.
right.
Warm and fuzzy feeling.
——It was exactly the same as the way Ruisha looked at her.
No wonder it's always so hard for me to refuse him...
Ximu smiled and closed her eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, his originally lifeless pupils had regained their spirit.
Looking up from a very low angle, this time she was greeted no longer by the cold god on the dome, but by a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to light up as soon as she woke up.
Looking at the young man who rested his head on his lap with a look of relief, and the little red-haired head who immediately came over when he heard the noise, Ximu slightly curved the corners of his mouth, revealing a very shallow, but defenseless, genuine smile.
"I'm sorry... for making you worry."
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