Chapter 599: Fifty Eternity or Death (5k)
Only at this moment did the Saint realize that all of this was Visas’s manipulation, intended to have him bring that part of consciousness and cognition that hadn’t fully assimilated into the Divine Body of the Wildfire.
The Saint couldn’t help but feel a tinge of annoyance and regret.
Because if he had just ten more minutes, he could have fully assimilated that consciousness and cognition, descending into the world as a completely Divine Body. By then, even Visas wouldn’t escape from His gaze.
But he couldn’t control it; he was overwhelmed by the impending achievement of personally killing Visas, neglecting that not fully assimilated consciousness and cognition and prematurely returning to the Divine Body.
And now, he found himself within this consciousness, reverting to that little wolf from a month ago who understood nothing.
Beside the bonfire, Vic’s expression was a dazed worry, a question he had asked just half a minute ago.
The Saint didn’t respond.
Although it was an undigested “impurity,” it was, after all, his own memory. As long as he wished, this memory would remain stalled at this stage until it was completely assimilated.
Indeed, returning to the Divine Body didn’t mean that he couldn’t handle this impurity anymore. In fact, a God’s consciousness is stronger than a Saint’s consciousness, and the speed of clearing impurities would be faster, but with a bit more risk, which the Saint could completely disregard if he consciously controlled it.
But just as he was thinking this, he heard a “snap” in his ear.
“Let time move forward.” Someone said beside his ear.
The Saint widened his eyes, swiftly turning to look at the person who suddenly appeared next to him.
The Saint wanted to shout out Visas’s name, but following that snap, his body responded weakly before he could do so.
Then time began to roll, and the dazed look on Vic’s face quickly faded, leaving only vivid concern.
“You will get better.” He extended his hand, gently stroking the Saint’s head.
A faint sense of reassurance, which the Saint had almost forgotten, rose from the depths of his heart… This came from Ade.
The Saint glared at Bai Wei with the corner of his eye: “Is this your goal, Visas? Do you think this will succeed?”
“Goals are another matter.” Bai Wei smiled as he extended his hand to rub the Saint’s dog head, “Didn’t you forget? I promised to help you find the truth.”
This action filled the Saint with immense anger and humiliation.
He was meant to become a God… no, he already was a God, “He” now.
What right did this guy have to do this?
He wanted to attack Bai Wei, but he couldn’t, because He was trapped in the memory, and everything in the memory was fixed; only Bai Wei was the variable in this scene.
So He could only verbally retort: “You didn’t make that promise to me.”
“Hmm? I didn’t say it to you either.” Bai Wei shrugged, speaking with a teasing tone, “A stray dog who can’t control its body should watch quietly inside, shouldn’t it?”
The Saint almost exploded with rage, but he couldn’t do anything to Bai Wei, because this belonged to Ade’s memory, and at most He could only stop it, but Bai Wei somehow made it start.
“I hurt you. If I hadn’t been obsessed with becoming a Hunter, you wouldn’t have turned out , right?” Vic’s sigh was heard.
The memory continued to roll.
The Saint’s heart once again welled up with a tinge of sadness.
It’s not intense, like the occasional ember jumping out of a dying bonfire—weak, but indeed there.
“Do you feel it? Isn’t that how you influenced it during that time?” Bai Wei said with a smile beside him, “Constantly outputting memories and emotions to change its cognition, and now, the one being influenced becomes you.”
The Saint suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, “Do you think it can affect me, who has already become divine?”
“How do you know if you don’t try?”
“Haha, if this is your calculation, then I have to say… it’s very dull.” He said, “It’s just a spark soon to burn out, but as for me now…”
Just as the Saint finished speaking, there came a sizzling sound above his head.
Bai Wei looked up and saw what should have been an endless night sky suddenly develop a small gap.
Like a spark landing on paper, it quickly burned it open, while beyond the night sky was an even fiercer Karmic Fire.
“Soon, everything about it will be burned by me.” The Saint stared at Bai Wei and said with contempt, “You and your wild ambitions will be burned to nothing by me.”
The Saint wanted to see panic and helplessness on Bai Wei’s face, but to His disappointment, Bai Wei didn’t show such an expression; instead, he smiled with ease.
“Then take your time burning.”
He even rubbed the Saint’s dog head again, which nearly drove the Saint to an explosion.
The memory continued to roll.
He felt his body growing increasingly exhausted, watching Vic move from confusion and hesitation to firm determination to go alone to the Blood Healing Statue.
At this moment, stronger sadness surged in His heart than before.
“You were really sad back then, weren’t you?” Bai Wei said softly, as if he could empathize with Him, “After all, you never abandoned each other.”