The Law of Heaven

Chapter 90 The Legacy of the Mirage
All was quiet. The moonlight shone on Aihara, as if he were not turning the pages of a diary, but rather stirring up a long-dormant past. The yellowed pages exuded the scent of ink, as if he had been transported back more than ten years.

"My name is Xiang Chaonan, and this is my fifteenth year of studying the Curse of Heavenly Principles. Ever since I was banished to this city, I have sensed an unusual aura flowing here, the filth of the gods and the genes of Heavenly Principles."

Clearly, this is a city shrouded in the Curse of Heavenly Principles. This curse parasitizes the human body, and once it takes effect, it destroys the immune system, propelling the patient towards a higher level of existence. Humans cannot withstand this level of evolution, so cells undergo disorder during division, mutating into cancer cells.

The patient's spirit will also be eroded, and their self-awareness will gradually disappear in the process of evolution, turning them into a monster dominated by bestiality, extremely aggressive, and unable to communicate.

The good news is that my nephew was not contaminated, which may be related to his inherited disease. The bad news is that my daughter was unfortunately infected and has become a potential genetic disease patient, and will one day suffer from the disease as well.

To avoid a tragedy, I have traveled the world for many years, befriending many scholars researching genetics, visiting many experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and masters of black magic and alchemy. After ten years of self-study, I have also become an expert in this field.

But this still couldn't solve my daughter's problem. I felt deeply pained and desperate because of it, and I could only find solace by escaping reality. In this cold world, only Ah Xiang from Huangtian Foot Massage Center could give me a little comfort..."

Here it comes, it’s here as expected.

Aihara thought to himself, this is the second uncle he knows. So dissolute and lewd, what a shameless old thief!

"But what is spiritual inheritance syndrome?"

He remembered his eyes and suddenly realized.

"It was precisely during that period of indulgence that I met a netizen by chance while playing games at an internet cafe. This netizen's ID was 'Mr. Sadness,' and it seems that he found my contact information through a traditional Chinese medicine forum."

Mr. Bei had a family member with cancer and contacted me seeking treatment options. Initially, I didn't think much of it. After reviewing the patient's medical records, I wrote him a prescription by hand. Mr. Bei thanked me and later showed me the medical records several more times, which indeed included cases of genetic diseases. There are many people with genetic diseases in this city, but I still didn't consider that possibility.

Later, the cases Mr. Bei showed me became increasingly strange, with symptoms I couldn't understand. Some patients, during the evolutionary process, actually broke through the limits of what the human body could withstand, exhibiting dragon-like phenomena. That dragon-like phenomenon was extremely terrifying, yet the patients were able to maintain their self-awareness under such circumstances, which was utterly unbelievable.

Mr. Bei kept sending me relevant case studies and data. I discovered that the patients' brains had undergone severe mutations. Their neural structures looked like a coiled ancient dragon, which at first glance had a mesmerizing beauty.

It was at that moment that I realized Mr. Bei hadn't come to me for help; he was simply testing my abilities. He was seeking a collaborative goal; he and I were researching the same thing, and we shared the same objective.

We arranged to meet at the KFC near the entrance of Wanda Plaza on Taipei Road. Both of us disguised ourselves and kept our identities hidden. Mr. Bei was very friendly; his research was far more in-depth than mine, and he solved many of the problems that had been troubling me.

We had a very pleasant conversation that day, and I invited him to go to Huangtian Foot Massage Center with me, but he declined. He said he had a sick family member to take care of and asked me to meet him again next time.

Having studied people's appearances for many years, I can tell that this Mr. Bei's life is full of hardships and sorrows. He always unconsciously takes on the burdens of other people, making his own life very tiring.

This encounter restored my confidence, and we became close friends, true kindred spirits. In just two years, we achieved a breakthrough, designing a preliminary treatment plan to address the genetic disease. However, one day, suddenly, hope was shattered.

Mr. Bei has disappeared and hasn't shown up for a long time. The messages I sent him went unanswered. He's vanished from the city; I can no longer find him.

Just when I was feeling utterly disheartened, I received another message from Mr. Bei. It turned out that Mr. Bei had gone to Fog Mountain, hoping to find the source of the Heavenly Curse and the crucial element in the treatment plan: the Mythical Bloodline!

However, Mr. Bei never returned after leaving, only continuously sending me information. Based on Mr. Bei's intelligence, I learned the truth behind it all.

The so-called Curse of Heavenly Principles is merely the product of a forbidden ritual called Formless Rebirth. This was a divine descent ritual; the Heavenly Principles slumbering in the Misty Mountains were actually a sacrifice prepared by the gods for themselves! If the sacrifice was already so terrifying, then how noble must the deity who consumed it be?
The tragedy in this city is precisely the ritual of the formless rebirth, where those infected by the curse of heavenly principles kill and devour each other, as if raising poisonous insects to choose the final victor.

The victor stands at the top of the food chain, devouring mountains and seas of flesh and blood, becoming the shell of the Mirage Dragon, thus achieving true resurrection. And when the Mirage Dragon is resurrected, that supreme and tyrannical god will descend from the heavens to enjoy a bloody sacrifice made with a divine principle as its offering!

It turns out that all these tragedies had a cause: the development of Fog Mountain by the Deep Blue Alliance, the cruel experiments conducted by the Germans, the tragedy created by Ruan Xiangtian, and the conspiracy of the Bliss Society.

According to my investigation, the Bliss Society are believers in that supreme deity. The original Five Blessings did not all die out, and now they have been resurrected to revive the organization.

The members of the Blissful Society are already watching me. If it weren't for the information Mr. Bei provided, I probably would have been discovered long ago. And just two months later, Mr. Bei completely disappeared; something must have happened to him. I think I have to do something; I have to go find him.

Unfortunately, due to my exile years ago, I have long since lost my former power. My life is nearing its end; I can no longer exert my remaining strength, nor will I have the chance to rise again. Even my deepest hidden trump card can no longer be properly controlled. I can feel it rejecting me, desperately needing a new master to bear its power.

Come to think of it, that was never meant for me. It should have found its true owner long ago, but I was never ready to transfer it to someone else.

Since that's the case, I made arrangements for my affairs in advance, forged a completely new identity for myself through various means, and waited for the other party to kidnap me.

Just to be on the safe side, I also left a letter that I would send to my old friend at the appropriate time. In case something happens to me, he can pass on the information in time and prevent the disaster from happening.

As expected, those fools took the bait. My plan is going smoothly; wherever Mr. Bei is, I have to find a way to rescue him. I'm his only friend.

The diary ends abruptly here.

Aihara remained silent for a long time, then exhaled a breath of stale air and said softly, "You've finished reading it?"

Ruan Qi hummed in agreement.

Her feelings were also complicated. She said in a low voice, "Dr. Xiang of the Southern Dynasty, so he just reversed his name. How dare he be so bold as to not even bother with the performance."

Aihara's heart stirred slightly: "You've seen him before?"

Ruan Qi nodded and said, "He is very good to me."

Aihara flipped through the diary, and it seemed that Fu's guess was correct, and his second uncle's opinion was the same as his.

"But who is this Mr. Bei?"

He asked, "Have you seen him in Wushan?"

Ruan Qi pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, perhaps it was a doctor who was captured, but most of them are already dead, I don't remember them."

Aihara scratched his head; the clue had gone cold again.

However, the most important trump card mentioned in this diary is most likely the Mirage.

"So the Mirage Tower wasn't meant for Second Uncle after all. It even seems to reject this old bastard. It's desperately looking for a new master. Could it be me?"

He was having some doubts.

Aside from his eye problems, what merits does he possess?

Aihara decided to stop thinking about it, went back to the living room, slammed the diary on the table, and asked, "Take a look at this."

Jiang Youqing was still engrossed in the research materials left by her second uncle when she saw the diary he brought over and was stunned.

She took it and examined it carefully for a long time. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "So that's how it is. Xiang Chaonan really is a remarkable person. He disguised himself as a conman to hide his true self, right?"

She put down her diary, hesitant to speak.

"So you have some unique little hobbies, right?"

Aihara shrugged: "What do you think?"

Jiang Youqing narrowed her eyes, her gaze turning dangerous: "My focus is actually on the mole. Since this mysterious Mr. Bei went to Wushan, the mole can't be him. The mole can only be the friend Xiang Chaonan described; he trusted the wrong person." Xiang Yuan nodded: "That's what I think too. It was precisely that pre-written letter that ruined him. Otherwise, Xiang Chaonan should have been able to escape."

"Let's slowly uncover his identity."

Jiang Youqing suddenly pulled out a bag.

"what is this?"

Aihara asked curiously.

"The bag made by Xiao Li".

Jiang Youqing threw all the documents and materials on the table into a bag, like a bank robber.

"This bag is really that big?"

Aihara admitted he was envious: "The storage bag!"

Jiang Youqing was busy rummaging through the documents and casually explained, "This bag has a time limit. In about three days, it will become a regular bag, and everything inside will spill out all at once, so I still need to take it home to keep it. These documents are mine, is that alright?"

Aihara quickly replied, "Of course, no problem. These are all yours; no one will take them from you. Your Highness, would you like me to help you load the experimental equipment in as well?"

What a joke.

If we're talking about who can continue the research that Second Uncle didn't finish, then looking across the entire Qingdao Island, it's only Jiang Youqing.

We're too busy treating them well to dare have any objections.

"No, it's too big, it'll burst."

Jiang Youqing said this without thinking, but then she suddenly felt that something was wrong, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Aihara paused for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed.

To ease the awkwardness, he took out a metal can he had brought from his pocket. The can contained the mythical blood and bone essence of the Mirage Dragon: "We agreed last time that half of the remaining mythical blood and bone essence would be used to purify serum, and the other half would be kept to treat genetic diseases."

Ruan Qi glanced at him but said nothing.

This can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

Jiang Youqing cautiously took the metal can and shook it, not daring to open it immediately: "So much?"

Aihara shrugged and said, "Once it's extracted, I don't know exactly how much there will be. You can use it as you see fit."

We still need to continue producing serum.

In Aihara's eyes, this was not serum.

Instead, it's the "Forgetful Starter".

As long as Fu Wanghu can get moving, many seemingly insurmountable problems can be easily solved.

If he could find the mole, he wouldn't care if half of the top executives of Deep Blue Union died.

"Okay, then I'll adjust the equipment here."

Jiang Youqing rummaged through the cabinet and found a research coat and protective mask. After fully equipping herself, she said calmly, "If there's nothing else, don't disturb me for the next hour."

After she finished speaking, she pressed the button on the lab table.

A buzzing sound.

An isolating glass dome rose from the floor, enveloping the intricate experimental table and Jiang Youqing.

Looking at this scene, Ruan Qi exclaimed in admiration, "Not bad."

Aihara asked curiously, "What's good?"

Ruan Qi said seriously, "I think your girlfriend is great. That's the kind of girlfriend you should date—useful, reliable, and knowledgeable. You've got potential. You can date a few more like her in the future; they'll always come in handy."

Aihara pouted: "I'd like to date a few more, but they might not all be interested in me."

Ruan Qi snorted: "Be confident. You're a man who possesses a Heavenly Principle-level ancient relic. If I survive, I can help you pick up girls too."

Aihara's heart stirred slightly.

It turns out that this little girl was also prepared to die.

"You'll help me pick up girls?"

He casually asked, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

This struck a nerve with Ruan Qi. Just as she was about to retort, she suddenly clutched her forehead in pain, and a terrifying golden light appeared in her eyes.

"what happened to you?"

Aihara instinctively supported her.

However, Ruan Qi's body was burning hot, like a red-hot iron, emitting scalding heat.

"elder brother."

She gritted her teeth and whispered, "My brother has taken control of the mythical body. He's extremely angry now that he's lost his source of sustenance. He's... invading the mortal world!"

This gifted brother and sister seem to have an innate connection on a soul level, and can influence each other.

Aihara suddenly heard an enraged dragon's roar.

He looked up and out the window.

The dark clouds parted, and a lithe ancient dragon writhed and swayed in the darkness, like a giant god looking down upon the world.

(End of this chapter)