Douluo: Qian Renxue’s Road to Defeating the Gods

Chapter 664: The End
Ahead, right ahead. Even though her eyes had lost their luster, even though her body was as dry as a tree, she still crawled forward with difficulty. She originally thought that if she became a god, she could control her own destiny and create a future she wanted. However, fate always played tricks on her, like a glimmer of light in the dark night, which she could see but could never touch. The vows made yesterday had turned into nothing, and the future that had been imagined in the past had also become a joke.

The broken six-winged black feathers fell like ashes along with the white snowflakes, as if to pave a long way home for her, the way to her mother's arms. Her mother said, if you are tired or annoyed, you can always come to her arms. I will hold you to sleep, sing your favorite lullaby, and dispel all your worries. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her infancy. She had just learned to crawl, and there was always a woman in front of her, looking at her with complicated eyes, and she seemed to always feel that she had a kind of intimate temperament, which made her unable to help but get close to her.

Gray embers fell between them, as if paving a dead end for them... a road of despair...

"mom……"

The hoarse and hollow voice sounded like the sound of skulls rubbing against each other, so harsh and unpleasant, or perhaps this was her... Qian Renxue could no longer see anything, and only a slight sense of touch was still there. She gently stroked the person in her arms, and the blood bond told her that this person was her mother. However, the person in her arms no longer had any signs of life. No matter how she called, that person did not respond. Well, she would eventually go with her.

The separated God King of Kindness and God King of Life knelt on the ground and shed tears for Qian Renxue. If there is anything irreplaceable in this world, it must be Bibi Dong. No matter how hard they try, they still cannot reach the point where they can sacrifice themselves for her. Bibi Dong, a mother who can sacrifice herself for her daughter, at this moment, she is undoubtedly the greatest mother.

"The moon is full on the mountain, your forest is breathing
How lovely to sleep in the green grass that grows wildly in midsummer
That face, this star, is hazy like silver tears falling on the earth
The pupa trapped in the cocoon undergoes seven metamorphosis, becomes green and breaks out of the cocoon to become a butterfly with spread wings.

"Do you remember? This is the lullaby you sang to me every day. Sleep well, Mom. I'll be here to accompany you soon..."

As if feeling the blood and mud on Bibi Dong's face, Qian Renxue began to clean it clumsily, but her body began to gradually dissipate like ashes, her skin, flesh, and bones peeled off piece by piece. With each piece of flesh peeled off, the color of her soul gradually dimmed, and her body and soul became colder and colder. When the last bit of flesh and blood disappeared from her broken body, her life was over. Her body was just dead, and her soul became a sacrifice to heaven. There was no trace of her in this world anymore.

As if she felt her palm disappearing, Qian Renxue knelt in front of Bibi Dong and put her head close to her mother's soft and loose abdomen, like curling up into a small snowflake. This "room" used to reject her. This world was so cold, and only her mother's womb was a permanent warm house. She didn't need to seek any answers, and there was no sadness or joy. She wanted to peel off everything about herself and melt into a solitary piece wrapped in amniotic fluid, leaving only a few organs developed from the combination of two cells and a pile of limbs.

She curled up even more, her forehead almost touching Bibi Dong's thigh, she was as pious as if she was making a tribute, but her tone had a creepy intimacy, as if the umbilical cord that had been connected to her since the embryonic period had never been cut and was tightly wrapped around the back of her neck.

"Mom," she licked the blood stains on her mother's eyelids, which was as sticky as placental blood. "We can finally be together forever."

"But, Mom, can you hug me for a while? I'm... so cold..."

A silent sigh in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Young bird, you have been flying, through countless storms and sufferings, through countless wounds, to a place where even if your wings are stained black by dust and red by blood, you will not be slandered or defamed. You gave up all hope and practiced your broken ideals. You sank into the ruthless swamp to defend your tainted and twisted beliefs. You were alone from beginning to end. Young bird, farewell...

What is the meaning of life? There are countless vines wrapped around my heart, so dense that I can't see its original appearance. The lush vines are constantly moving roughly, squeezing, expanding. They say that this is the heartbeat, but this is not my heartbeat. It has never beat for itself... It is just the last lament of withering. I tried to cut it off, wanting to see the world through the bright red, but found that it was impossible. The blood-red vines gathered little by little, and the innocence and beauty were trapped in the cage. Sadness and darkness overflowed, as if falling into the deep sea, numbness and pain. Is there a third choice? The heart is not bound, and the heartbeat stops for a moment. They say that is death. Mom, I think this is also a relief...