Above Destiny

Chapter 654 The Future (Thanks to reader 20190316232323619 for the patronage)

Questioning, resentment, or even numbness and confusion.

In the long, deathly silence, Salahuddin's expression shifted, his hands trembled, and he could barely lift the box in his hands.

His lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.

When I wanted to roar, I found that I no longer had the strength.

It's like having your bones removed.

Too much suffering, too much despair...

The elder knelt on the ground, reached out, and dug out his own heart, a gray, hard heart beneath the sandy flesh.

“Holy Fool, if this is my sin, then punish me with excommunication, whatever you will find.”

He knelt and kowtowed, pleading humbly, "They have given up everything, hoping only for your mercy! We will do anything, as long as, as long as you..."

"The legacy of the Grey King."

The sower lowered his eyes, looking down at the heart of stone that had long since stopped beating, sighed softly, reached out, and gently touched it, as if drawing away all the gloom and death.

In an instant, the radiance of miracle emerged from the heart of the stone.

A century later, it has once again begun to leap.

Salahuddin stood there, stunned.

sluggish.

The entire fleet, everyone on board, froze.

They heard an echo from their chests. The rhythm was so deep, yet so beautiful.

A trace of blood emerged from each pale, cracked face, carrying the warmth and rhythm of life. The sand-like, cracked wounds were no longer numb, but showed a slight stinging pain. The cracks twitched in waves, and the gray-black color disappeared without a trace.

It was as if invisible shackles had been quietly released at this moment... The curse of the former king that had bound every survivor of Saban had miraculously dissipated!
"Now you are free, Salahuddin."

The sower withdrew his hand, not touching the amber-like heart: "You don't need to be anyone's slave, nor do you need to seek refuge from someone like me in despair and sorrow. You only need to answer one question for me, and that will be enough."

He lowered his eyes, looking down at the men prostrate on the ground, and suddenly asked, "Now that you have regained your freedom, where can you go?"

"..."

Salahuddin remained silent.

Amidst bursts of excited laughter and ecstatic shouts, I wearily closed my eyes, feeling no relief or joy whatsoever.

He simply gave an empty laugh.

"Where else can we go?"

He lowered his head: "Dust like us has long been abandoned by the world... Even without the curse, where can we go?"

They had nowhere else to go but hell.

"Then, this must be the contract between us."

Between the lifeless sea and sky, the sower reached out and placed his hand on the man's head, telling this man who was already exhausted:
"From now on, you only need to move forward. Let the blood, tears and sorrows be shed from this day forward. I will create a future for you that no one can take away from you again."

"future?"

Salahuddin stared blankly, looking up as if in disbelief, but when he saw those eyes devoid of pity and compassion, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Like a child, she choked back sobs, tears streaming down her face.
"Are you saying we still have a future?"

The sower nodded slowly.

So Salahuddin slowly straightened up, stood in front of him, bowed down once more, raised his hands, and prostrated himself in worship.

It was as if they were paying homage to a deity.

Those cloudy eyes were filled with tears and burning light, like a raging fire that burned the seven seas.

"Please allow me to give my life for the future you have spoken of!"

From that moment on, he offered up the last legacy of the former Sabang and his own life.

Amidst the laughter and songs of countless people, the fourth Void Abyss, leading to hell, is opened above the dark ocean!
On the very day that the wolf died at the hands of the white deer, a great calamity emerged from within.

Just as the hidden dangers were quietly budding, the storm in Baibang began to intensify.

The tragic death of the interim president was just the beginning.

In recent days, the bodies of high-ranking officials have been hung from streetlights, and faces that once appeared on television have now become rotting corpses.

The lackeys and compradors, who were already living in constant fear and using every possible means to escape this rapidly sinking hell, were filled with dread.

After the glory days were over, even the troops sent by the Empire and the Federation began to withdraw from various places and retreat to their garrison bases, no longer caring about their lives.

Those who received advance warning had already fled overseas, living in anonymity, using the wealth they had amassed over the years to start new lives, praying that one day, revenge from their homeland would not fall from the sky.

Those who were a step too late discovered, to their despair, that all tickets for airships and ships had been sold out, leaving them to flee in their cars like headless flies.

Amid the turmoil, many large corporations are not only strengthening security but also rapidly separating from their local operations to avoid further losses. Outside the airports of the Empire and the Federation, massive crowds thronged, with people holding special passports anxiously waiting for indefinite notification.

In the endless torment, one can only constantly find excuses and deceive oneself in order to forget the fact that one has been discarded like trash.

And so, some cried while others laughed.

Amidst the turmoil, the White State, having lost its order and stability, fell into unprecedented chaos, while simultaneously... ushering in unprecedented vitality!
Whether they were crying or laughing, a glimmer of light was gradually appearing in their once empty eyes.

Even after most people have overcome their grief, life goes on as usual. They still have to rack their brains to get through their impoverished days, but when they breathe, they feel incredibly relaxed.

It was as if they had broken free of their shackles.

Amidst this chaos where everyone was in a state of frantic confusion, and when the faces of the Empire and the Federation were ashen, as if a horse had died, there was only one person who couldn't stop smiling.

The owner of Huangji, a local business in Tacheng.

Shaban.

Things are finally looking up!
Who would have thought that at the very end of his term as the leader, he would encounter such good fortune? With the continuous emergence of a large number of White Deer Chosen Ones, the business scale of the local Wilderness Market began to expand wildly.

Things are getting better, everything is getting better!
Although such good days are destined to be short-lived, and the local wasteland will inevitably be reorganized and controlled by the general association, what does that have to do with me, a leader who is about to step down?
Besides, you can still find ways to revitalize yourself after retirement!
It's as if, before retiring, his rank suddenly increased by three levels, and his status naturally rose accordingly. Now, even if the Empire and the Federation want to see him, they have to make an appointment.

Before Bai Lu came, you called me Lao Sha, and I didn't care.

Now that Bai Lu is here, what should you call me?!

These days, Shaban is incredibly busy every day, often foaming at the mouth, laughing heartily amidst a myriad of tasks.

Every day, as soon as I open my eyes, I give thanks to the desolate place; as soon as I pick up my bowl, I begin to revere the white deer; and when I close my eyes, I silently pray in my heart that Lord Lu Changsheng will have many children, much happiness, wealth, and longevity.

Don't ask, the answer is simply that I love the Huaxie Cult deeply!

As this turmoil brews and spreads, the Wilderness Gathering is becoming increasingly high-profile. Recently, it has announced that it will resume its annual gathering of leaders in order to cope with the changes and upheavals of the new era.

As for how such a move will be interpreted by various parties, that's another matter entirely.

The most outrageous thing is that, despite having no connection with Huangji, Ji Jue inexplicably made a fortune during this turmoil!
There's no other reason than that he has the best relationship with the Chongguang Church!
Today, in the entire White State, apart from the Wilderness Church, the only large and reputable organization that can stand firm is the Church of the Glory, whose members have personally certified good people!
The Medal of Honor is still pinned to his chest, and this time he even has an extra one!
Double!
Elder Long didn't even need to say anything...

The local Bai people have some respect for the coastal industries.

Before all this, Ji Jue was the only one who respected these poor guys and was completely open with them.
Leaving aside the relief efforts during the White Deer Storm, the benefits and compensation provided after the factory opened could be considered reasonable. However, when the Forest Kingdom broke out and Blood Thirst disease raged, Old Gou followed Ji Jue's orders and spent an unknown amount of money to buy special medicine, which was then supplied to the church indefinitely!

Even when all parties were clearing out infected people, they decisively shut down factories and hospitals to resettle refugees and take in children.

At its peak, the area was so crowded that even unfinished buildings were occupied, and the Yan brothers had to sleep on the floor in Ji Jue's office.

I dare not say how many people survived, but every local knows clearly what they did.

So much so that when the storm returned, while other businesses and organizations were already preparing to flee under the hateful gaze of the locals, the coastal industries were leisurely preparing to resume operations.

After acquiring the production lines and industries left behind by competitors at rock-bottom prices, they brazenly posted recruitment notices to everyone, offering the same benefits as the Shinquan headquarters!

It suddenly started to thrive without anyone noticing!
It's a pity that after all that trouble, in the end, Sheikhi died, and the Seeder never showed himself. That bastard was even better at hiding than the Hermit.

With no leads left, Ji Jue could only continue to wait, sitting in the workshop, observing the chaos before him and the beautiful sight of the burning city of Tacheng.

Overjoyed.

On the third day, An Ning left with her family.

There were no farewells, and no words were spoken.

Perhaps it was because he didn't know how to face Ji Jue, who had turned into a wolf, and couldn't understand why someone who had inexplicably turned into a wolf possessed a stronger aura of a white deer than he did...

what is this?
Does the Supreme Virtue grant permission for one to transform into a wolf?! That's absolutely outrageous!
After opening her eyes, she couldn't help but look away when she noticed Ji Jue's gaze, and blushed repeatedly when she stared blankly at Ji Jue's neck.

She didn't say a single word to him.

Like a sulking child.

When Ji woke up, all he saw in the mirror was his face covered in graffiti, and cracks on his desk, as if he had drawn something.

After carefully examining it for a while, Ji Jue made a bold guess: she might, perhaps, or roughly wanted to draw a wolf's head... Unfortunately, the style was just too abstract.

It looks like there's a big X on the wolf's head, which is crying and sticking out its tongue, and a short knife is stuck in it.

Ji Jue was completely confused.

Ji Jue scratched his head for a long time, then finally took a picture and sent it to her: 【What exactly does this mean?】

After the other end marked it as 'read' for a long time, the 'typing' message kept repeating, and in the end, all they sent was a dog-head emoji pointing at someone.

There was also a threat and warning that sounded fierce but was actually weak.

If you dare turn into a wolf again, I'll kill you within three days!

"..."

Ji Jue's vision went black.

Who can understand this?!
(End of this chapter)