370 6.08 – Holy Maiden – The Wheel Of Time

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Edited by Psycho S.

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Xuan Mu was at a loss when he realized how Dai An’s every action from the very beginning – the gap between the reincarnations cycles and the lowered survival instincts in the following lifetimes – wasn’t a call for help, but a reminder for herself to save herself again.

Dear Lord, at least once, let him become a prince charming on a white horse.

Uncovering his face, he let her suck the remains of blue in his eyes as he ordered Kuro to give her Bing Shi’s accumulated spirit together with her memories.

When her soul began to take a form, he wanted to laugh, cry and rage at the world all in one moment. Was fate pulling another joke on him?

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A birth of a new God’s soul, that...he expected.

But a new soulmate?

.....

He just obtained a new soulmate, and he felt like retching. He knew one shouldn’t look at the soulmate thing as a mating bond filled with carnal desires, but in a spiritual way, but just that single term left a sour taste on his tongue. He couldn’t even protest. Why not another bond? He didn’t care if he were to get another bond, but a soulmate bond? Why? Most importantly, would she accept the memories which belonged to his wife’s soul?

Dai An purposely weakened her soul for a happier future. It was a little gift from herself to herself. The her in the prisons would work hard to cultivate her powers while her numbed soul would be able to slag and experience the joy of life. And if they ever got a chance to reconcile, they could share their experiences. This was supposed to be two birds with one stone. She would have never expected her soul to become so stupid as to get itself destroyed.

As her new soul was taking form motionlessly in the air, Xuan Mu destroyed the shackles around her previous body. He healed the empty shell’s wounds and clothed it in his wife’s favourite black outfit with gold chains and green emeralds.

His palm was about to caress her long hair with the utmost care, yanking it midway in surprise as Dai An locked her gaze onto his now black eyes. Warming him with those pair of soft brown hues, her eyes kicked his anxious thoughts into overdrive. How powerful was Dai An to be able to possess minds even before she became a god?

All that was needed was for her tears to fall, and he knew what he had to do.

He would never leave that body here even if she didn’t need it anymore. She might be thinking the same, so he turned around and crouched down before her. He lifted his hand, showing her a ring, “Tired?” He had his back turned towards her, yet still couldn’t help but observe her from all sides with his powers.

Without speaking, she wanted to accept the ring but her body refused to listen to her. The vague muscle memory made her movements look everything but graceful.

His invisible threads helped her to move her hands around his neck. Putting the ring on her left finger, she buried her face onto his back, leaving everyone present shocked.

Was she protecting him? The prisoners, all bowed in unison, their foreheads touching the ground in great respect. She... She really ascended.

Not far away, a man whose identity could make one flinch, appeared. His features were hidden beneath the shadows provided by the hood he wore. There were jet black wisps that raised from the gaps of his battle armour, enhancing the stature of his muscular body.

Xuan Mu felt strong heat drying his skin, ordering him to bow down before the mighty man who just blocked his path.

If someone expected a great fight to emerge, their movements were like an epic series of...’having all the time in the world’.

The Demon King checked out the man who looked nothing like the white rats from Heaven. He was neither human nor a God. Who was he? The man said he was here to pick up his wife and leave, not to start a war.

It was not Xuan Mu who alerted the Demon King’s senses, but ? he glanced at the person on the man’s back ? a birth of a new God. He, the ruler of the demonic lands, received the greatest disrespect in his life. What greeted him was a sight of everyone present bowing in her direction instead of his. How was this possible?

Supporting her lower body, Xuan Mu walked towards a prepared tent. She hasn’t absorbed all the spirit from this place yet. They couldn’t leave too far.

“I want to go on a walk,” were the first words that escaped her lips.

Xuan Mu. Patience. ‘Whether you’re controlled by a soulmate bond or not, she has Bing Shi’s memories. She knows everything about you, while you know nothing about her. Surrender, you can’t win against her. You know you fell in love the moment she looked at you. You stupid dimwit.’ He put aside his rebellious nature, “What walk? You can’t even move without my help.”

“I know,” adding more oil to the fire, she further ignited his patience with her next words, “Be my legs, please.”

Xuan Mu got out of the tent and marched towards the nonexistent horizon like a pair of lovebirds with broken wings. The mood was in no way romantic nor lovely as both were lost in their own thoughts.

She might have obtained his love, but trust and confidence weren’t things he gave out easily.

Bing Shi’s soul was no more, but his strong faith and vivid memories slowly formed a spirit of her image, which stayed by his side the whole time. To accomplish such a thing as a lone man, he had to go through rigorous cultivation and training.

The spirit which kept him company all this time was suddenly taken away from him by an unfamiliar yet familiar entity, and he was having a hard time coping with it. There was no more of the comforting pain of having his vitality devoured by her soul shards that sliced at his vessel. The hopelessness, the tearing at his soul when Dai An sucked the reason behind his beating heart made him fear what was to come.

After leaving the hellish prison, what welcomed them was a great wasteland. Under an antique silver sky was a horizon of old, leafless trees. Fog laid thickly like winter’s first snow, but instead of being a spirit-raising brilliant white, it was a depressing dirty grey.

The Demon King had no idea how to properly smile, show emotions, or even laugh. His voice was coated with oppression, bringing shudders to the one listening, “With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

“I’m Dai An. A girl that always wanted to visit the Demon King’s palace,” she said while her eyes pointed in a direction she wanted Xuan Mu to go: a majestic structure that was at the top of a hill, “May we?” she asked the Demon King herself, because Xuan Mu refused to respond to her.

“Of course,” the Demon King welcomed the God that didn’t belong to either side of the realm, yet. He followed them out of boredom. It would take a week of walking to reach their destination, yet her husband obstructed his attempt to teleport them.

‘A few years later, she would have latched her fangs into the Demon King.’ The moment her attention switched from Xuan Mu to someone else, he felt that old hot burning anger that sought to create havoc. It was fear that brought out his rage. It harmed him from the inside, corrupted his sense of community into one of competition and suspicion. It’s been a long time since he felt jealous, and somehow, he didn’t mind it at all.

|Is it fun speaking to me through my consciousness? Next time, switch the dimwit with dumbfuck.|

She widened her eyes slightly, observing Xuan Mu’s reaction. He might have thought that she knew everything about him, but people change.

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