Above Destiny

Chapter 649 Unworthy (Thanks to the patron of the fully automatic drum washing machine)
Within a few short seconds, after layers of reverberating flames and destruction repeatedly plowed through the forest, the entire kingdom had become a literal furnace hell.

But Chu Jijue didn't feel any pain or discomfort. On the contrary, she felt as happy as a fish in water, and she didn't even need to use the protective suit.

Black flames surged from the hole left by the past calamity of the Flame Tide, engulfing the steel body, leaving only wisps of remnants on the ground it had passed through, leaving a trail of slowly spreading pitch-black footprints.

He walked forward through the sea of ​​fire, step by step, feeling the thorns on his chest growing at an incredible speed in response to the feedback from the forest kingdom.

In that instant, how many were killed?

Hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands?!
He never dreamed that one day his hands would be stained with such thick blood, yet he also never expected to be so calm at this moment.

He stared coldly at the hell before him.

On the seven-pointed crown, crimson gradually seeped in, surging wildly amidst the wolf blood oath, drawing upon the gifts of the forest kingdom. Scarlet thorns spread and disappeared into the void. In the blink of an eye, within the burning shadows of the dense forest, every tree was entwined with the cold, illusory light of thorns… He could even feel a hungry gaze faintly cast upon him from the void.

The so-called, great evil wolf.

Ji Jue didn't care at all.

They calmly traversed the scorched earth and looked before them at the manifestation of Shangri-La, the roots of the burning tree... riddled with cracks, and bursts of illusory light dissipated, flowing into the void like blood.

With such devastating damage to its core, even a purely spiritual Shangri-La would struggle to withstand it; collapse is only a matter of time.

What surprised him even more was...

"Are you still alive?"

Ji Jue chuckled, looking down at the ground. In the deepest part of the pit, in the scorched earth that had turned to molten lava, lay a strangely twisted rock.

Those were charred corpses that had been completely burned.

Sheikh.

At this moment, dried blood fell like dust from beneath the crack. As the outer shell shattered, Sheikhi, half-mutilated and covered in blood and gore, slowly crawled out.

I don't know what a heavy price was paid, how many priceless treasures were sacrificed, or how many trump cards were revealed...

He is still alive!

Still alive!

"That's so touching, Mr. Sheikh!"

Ji Jue couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "In terms of survival, I would call you the strongest. I just wonder, between you and Lord Sower, who is stronger?"

“Lu…Lu…Chang…”

The shattered face lifted, its eyes, already burned to charcoal, unable to see anything, yet its soul seemed to hear the mocking greeting. At that moment, its torn lips parted and roared, a venomous rage etched into its very bones:

“I…I want…”

I'm going to kill you!!!
The birth of the true third wolf, the becoming of the true third wolf, was so close... Just like when the seal of the nation was passed down, when everything was under control, the other party appeared in front of him and took everything away!
"This can't be my fault, can it?"

Ji Jue lowered his eyes and scrutinized his disheveled writhing appearance: "Why pretend, Sheikh? Right now, you clearly still have a lot of strength left, don't you?"

What did the Sower give you? Now you are actually connected to the Forest Kingdom... So that's how it is? The Priest King's catalyst was merely bait. Once the third wolf is complete, he will be immortal, waiting for the Priest King's death, and then you will naturally become a true Forest Wolf. Hmm, this design is truly ingenious!

His scarlet pupils contracted for a moment.

Trembling with fear.

"You...you...you're not Lu Changsheng!!!"

Sheikh's eyes widened, blood and tears streaming from his charred eyeballs: "Who are you! You, who are you..."

"Ha, perhaps, but who am I, and what does it have to do with you?"

Ji Jue sneered: "Besides, even without me, do you think you could have succeeded? Does the person who sowed the seeds for you really love you that much?"
And why has there been no action until now?

"presumptuous!"

Sheikh roared, furiously retorting, "How could someone like you possibly fathom the thoughts of the Holy Lord? I, I..."

Snapped!
Ji Jue simply reached out and poked it, and the illusion before him shattered silently.

fake.

Ji Jue shook his head, sighed, and turned to look behind him...

The real Sheikh, dragging his mutilated body, crawled forward with one hand, ignoring the scorching earth and lava on the ground.

Once again, we climbed the red-hot steps toward the altar, which had miraculously survived under the protection of Shangri-La!
So fast!

Ultimately, it was a death throes.

Ji Jue watched coldly, without making a move, silently witnessing him once again climb up from hell... disregarding pain, humiliation, and abandoning shame and dignity, writhing in a pathetic state.

Towards Shangri-La.

There is still hope! There is still a chance! There is still...

In the midst of unprecedented pain, Sheikhi forgot the fiery shadows behind him, staring intently at the illusory light of Shangri-La, his pupils illuminated by that magnificent radiance.

But for some reason, the moment I climbed the steps, I remembered the person who came down the steps.

White King!

"If you can't do it yourself, why don't you step down and hand it over to someone more capable?" Sheikh once asked bitterly. "If you can't do it, why can't you give it to me?"

The White King did not answer, but only glanced at him as they passed each other.

Calm and indifferent.

It was as if he were staring at a speck of dust that was not worth mentioning.

They answered with a dismissive silence.

As he climbed the second step, Sheikhi convulsed, and for some reason, he recalled once again how he had stepped onto the altar in white robes.

In the prime of my life, I stretched out my arms, raised my head, and basked in the cheers. But when I turned around, I saw the teacher's eyes.

So disappointing.

“…Sheikhi, you are not fit to be a priest king.”

On his deathbed, the old priest, barely clinging to life, closed his eyes and rejected his student's humble plea: "From the very beginning, you have had no faith in your heart... Even if you were dressed in the most magnificent white robes, you would not look at the crowds cheering for you."

fart!

That's all bullshit!
Have I done nothing wrong? Have I not made any contributions? Have I not loved all of this...? Why can't I...?

Snapped!
The cracked steps slid down and smashed onto his head. Boiling blood flowed from his shattered skull. Sheikh roared, gripping the red-hot steps tightly, and climbed upwards again.

One more step, and even further!
He must move forward, no matter what kind of hell he falls into, he must...

"What a pity, Sheikhi, you can't be the Wolf Lord."

The image of the sower resurfaced in his memory. Sheikhi, kneeling on the ground, trembled and subconsciously looked up, but could not see his expression.

All that could be heard was a voice of regret, "Because your heart is empty, no matter how greedy and plundering you are, in the end you will only gain nothing."

Why, Holy Lord, why do you have to say that too!
I, I clearly am like this...

"If you want to try, I won't force you."

In that instant, the Sower seemed to turn around, looking at him with a mysterious gaze, "I entrust everything of Baibang to you... but in Shangri-La, the land of resolute enlightenment, will you be able to gain any enlightenment?"

Understanding?

What have you learned?
Do you even understand this bullshit world and all of this?!

Sheikhi roared, howling on the torture-like steps, using all his strength to grasp the wisp of illusory light of Shangri-La.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he burst into wild laughter.

I don't need that kind of thing anymore!

He forcefully unleashed the power of Shangri-La, drawing upon its boundless despair and suffering, gathering it into form, and descending upon the fiery shadow behind him.

dead!
A moment of deathly silence.

Because nothing happened.

Sheikh was stunned. He called out again, urging it on once more. A massive amount of resentment and despair converged, like a torrent, sweeping towards the figure. But the raging tide and torrent split in two from the very center!

It's like avoiding him!
In fact, as he kept urging it on, it gradually stopped responding to his calls and fell into silence.

This completely distorted his expression, making him hysterical.

Sharp roar:

"Why, why!!!"

"What else could it be? You were abandoned, abandoned by Shangri-La."

Ji Jue laughed, reached out, and pulled the wisp of illusory light from his hand, easily evoking a resonance: "What a pity, it seems you ultimately failed to comprehend it..."

Shangri-La is a place of enlightenment, and no matter how much it changes, this essential nature will not waver.

Everything is a trial, everything is a process of enlightenment.

After that initial understanding, Shangri-La lost all meaning and purpose. From the moment Ji Jue stepped into this place again, the power of Shangri-La ceased to affect him…

The disappearance of the Tzu Chi leader is clear proof of this.

After being bombarded by the fusion bomb and losing its initial anchoring ritual and foundation, Shangri-La will no longer pay any attention to Sheikhi.

Moreover, Ji Jue, being a self-created evil, is inherently on par with Tzu Chi, so it is only natural that he takes over everything now.

You want to use my things against me?
"Do you know why?"

Ji Jue reached out and pressed his hand against that distorted, broken face, telling him the final answer:

"—Because you don't deserve it!"

boom! ! !
Black flames erupted from that shattered body, engulfing everything. The wails and screams of the soul could no longer be heard; perhaps he had already died before that.

Upon realizing that he was destined to fail, the ambitious wolf named Sheikhi, the once-glorious priest and the true driving force behind it all, faced utter despair.

Even death, which is unavoidable!
With Sheikhi's death, the giant tree suddenly shone brightly, and the shattered Shangri-La trembled. As the rolling darkness spread, countless blood-red thorns broke through the soil and wrapped around every burning tree.

The kingdom of the forest, now in our hands!
Ji Jue closed his eyes, feeling the blood-red light pouring into the Demon's Hole like a torrent, and felt that he had never been so close to the Great Demon Wolf.

If he wanted, he could easily replace Sheikhi's position and become a true wolf in the forest after the White King's death!
But he felt nothing at all...

It just turns out that perhaps Sheikh Ri is the most suitable person.

It is precisely because of its own emptiness that it greedily seeks from the outside world; it is precisely because of this endless thirst that it relentlessly plunders, only to end up with nothing.

Never satisfied, forever hungry, forever lost in nothingness, the wolf in the forest chases after a phantom on the horizon in vain, never finding a day when it will be content and stop.

How tragic.

"There is no need for wolves anymore."

Ji Jue gripped the illusory light in his hand tightly and told it, "No wolf will be born here today..."

More illusory light converged, with blood-red thorns coiling around it, layer upon layer, until finally, it transformed into a pure, incomparably dark light.

The Wolf Blood Sword was raised, pointing at the skeleton wolf in the sky.

Preparing to bring this all to a final close.

The torment and pain have lasted far too long.

(End of this chapter)