Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1103: One Hundred Thousand Years of Thoughts

As Huan Tiansi called out, a grand and sacred consciousness gradually emerged from Huan Tiansi's heart, and a sad, poetic voice rang out in his heart:

"He, you too...why are you always so cold and stubborn? Why do you reject my gift? Why do you torture yourself to this extent? Abandoning your lover, abandoning eternity, abandoning everything...what do you get in return? Let the world be buried with your willfulness?

"I will bring you all the mysteries of the universe and the truth of all things! Don't you want to know how to go home? Don't you want to know what this world is made of? Don't you want to know how to travel across the world to another world? Don't you want to know the origin and end of civilization?
"I know all this, and you will know it too. There is only one insignificant price, and that is to live with me... My friend, there are more than tens of millions of parasites in your body! Every cell of a mortal contains thousands of lives. What's the harm in having one more of me!?"

"It's no use talking about this. Just sit in jail happily with me."

Huan Tiansi sneered: "When I discovered your first attempt to rewrite my will, I would never trust you again."

"I—we have never rewritten the consciousness of any host! We only provide 'possibilities' and a potentially better idea. We have witnessed the birth and demise of countless civilizations..."

The whispers of the void were still muttering in Huan Tiansi's mind, but Huan Tiansi had already closed his eyes, lay back, and violently smashed the Coke in his hand directly at the screen.

"--Shut up."

He opened his eyes again, and the yellowish color in his cold and ruthless pupils had completely faded: "I would rather be free than die."

As he refused to cooperate, the voice in his heart disappeared again.

Huan Tiansi also didn't know whether the next thought that emerged from his mind was his original intention or a rewritten thought. If the rewrite was small enough, he himself would not be able to detect it. And perhaps if it continued to accumulate bit by bit, he would gradually become another self.

By then, will I still be myself?
...But if I cut off my emotions and turn myself into another person just to avoid turning myself into another person, wouldn't that be...

"—I said, shut up!"

Huan Tiansi violently picked up the Coke cup and threw it at the screen that had just been smashed and regenerated in an instant.

Looking at the screen that was smashed and then restored, Huan Tiansi gasped and his thoughts gradually emerged:

...He was not such a person who was easily angered.

But in one hundred thousand years of failure and torture, in one hundred thousand years of long self-reflection and reincarnation... even his patience and love had long been exhausted.

He had forgotten Amber's name, just as he had forgotten his love for her.

Seeing Aiwass happy when she got married, he felt pain. But it was the pain in his heart that made him feel the reality of being alive.

Now, he even doubted... Did he really love Amber? Or was it a lie to deceive himself from the beginning? He was just too lonely after coming to this world, so...

"--Shut up!!"

Huan Tiansi's furious voice echoed alone at the end of the absolutely deserted world.

Here, his words will not pollute anyone.

This is his "home" and also the prison where he exiles himself.

But there was only one thought that could convince Huan Tiansi - a fact that he could understand even without the contamination of the Whisper of the Void.

...I'm afraid he can't hold on for much longer.

The more he watched Aiwas grow, the more he watched the plan come to fruition step by step... the more he watched the end of the cycle approaching, even his heart became restless. Only at this time, he hoped that his humanity would not be so active.

He couldn't hold on much longer.

He couldn't hold on much longer.

You won't be able to hold on for much longer.

I can't hold on much longer...

"Shut up……"

Huan Tiansi sighed, closed his eyes tiredly, and put his hand on his forehead: "Forget it, whatever you want."

He no longer has a human body.

Such actions are of no help to him at all. He just relies on such a "habit" to keep his memory active so as not to be contaminated by the "knowledge" quietly stuffed into him by the whispers of the void and become another person.

He might even have been quietly stuffed with a lot of false memories. Just like he didn't know whether Amber really existed...

"Tsk..."

The moment this thought came to his mind, Huan Tiansi let out a sound of annoyance.

——It's not over for today, is it? Does Aiwass guessing my plan excite you so much? This idea that he can easily distinguish between true and false is completely meaningless now. It's closer to provocation than infection...

On the screen of Huantiansi, Aiwass was communicating with Haibasha.

The miracle of Haibasha's resurrection was finally completed -

——It is indeed a miracle.

It's not like Master Amber, who simply creates a brand new body; nor is it like Aiwass's Candle Child form, who uses the ultimate healing ability to restore a corpse to the living.

Instead, it allows a person who died two thousand years ago to be resurrected and reappear in the world two thousand years later!
It is neither healing nor preservation, but complete "creation" - using pure magic to condense a brand new body out of thin air and give the other party complete life.

This technology is somewhat similar to that of the Swamp People... This thought suddenly occurred to Aiwas.

The resurrected Croxus finally slowly opened his eyes.

She looked at everything in front of her in confusion, and was embraced by the excited Haibasha.

Croxus is a young female elf who looks to be in her twenties. She is over two meters tall, taller than a certain camera elf.

She has long pink-purple hair - the outside of her hair is pink, and the inside is purple. This is obviously a special inheritance that caused the alienation... At least her parents should not have this color of hair.

It is said that Hypatia once had brown hair, while Sherlock now has black hair. So the first Hermes may also have black hair...

Croxus held Haibasha in her arms, and for a moment she was a little at a loss - she didn't know the girl in her arms, but the emotions coming from her crying were so real at this moment.

But when her confused eyes swept over Aiwass and Sherlock, she was suddenly stunned.

She looked at Sherlock in surprise, but soon realized that she had recognized the wrong person; then she looked at Aiwass, her eyes focused on Aiwass's antlers.

Croxer was startled and quickly broke away from Haibasha's embrace. He half-knelt on the ground with his right hand on his chest and said respectfully in the Elvish language: "In the name of the morning sun, the blazing fire and the cinnabar, I worship the sinless one three times. I see the face of the halo, the son of the candle."

"——You are not guilty."

Aiwass knew about the elf ritual from a lunar month ago, so he responded quickly after a brief recollection.

"Crocothers was successfully resurrected."

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered to Haibasha: "In this way... Ms. Haibasha, the commission you gave me has been completely completed."

Croxus was shocked to hear what Aiwass said to the elf girl.

She looked carefully at Haibasha, trying to find any trace of her mother...

And Haibasha naturally knew that Aiwass deliberately mentioned her name in order to remind Croxus of his identity - at the same time, he was also using the identity of the Son of the Candlestick to endorse himself.

So Haibasha nodded to Aiwass gratefully: "Thank you..."

"That's great," Aiwass said, "I have something to ask of you - I'm afraid it can only be done by an apostle of the Path of Wisdom."

"You can ask," Haibasha replied immediately, "If it is something I can do, I will definitely do it for you first."

Looking at the little girl with red eyes speaking to him in a hoarse and sobbing voice, Aiwass suddenly felt inexplicably guilty - as if he was bullying a child.

Aiwass shook his head to dispel the strange thoughts in his mind, then opened the suitcase and placed the hilt of the red-handled sword - the key to open the chapel, and the holy sword Clarent in front of Haibasha: "This is the red-handled sword, which contains the soul of a Sun Knight. I hope you can transplant the knight's soul into this holy sword 'Clarent' intact..."

As Aiwas was speaking, he keenly noticed that Haibasha was looking at the red-handled sword in surprise.

He stopped talking immediately and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"This sword..."

Haibasha looked at it for a long time without any certainty, then looked at Sherlock and Crocus: "It seems to be... the golden sword given to Hercules by Hermes."

"——It was forged by Flame Heavenly Master and is called Malmidova."

Croxus answered immediately: "I remember it clearly - the name of this sword means 'marble slab', and also means 'fate like stone'. It will amplify the arrogance and violent tendencies of the holder, and only the purest or the most depraved can wield it.

"Hercules was about to join the Argo Expedition, so he asked his father for strength. His father gave it to Hercules as a joke and a test."

Hearing this, Aiwass suddenly realized.

——It turns out that the red-handled sword is Hercules’ golden sword!
(End of this chapter)