Chapter 184: The Unstoppable Approach

Chapter 184: The Unstoppable Approach

When Azik saw the Feathered Serpent coiled deep within the black fog—when he saw the face at the top of its mountainous body—he first froze. Then his temple twitched, as though a wedge had been hammered viciously into it, splitting his head in two.

Amid the intense pain, one disjointed image after another abruptly sprang into his mind:

A Feathered Serpent face identical to his own, with even the finest details exactly the same.

A silent land covered in countless pale corpses.

A cloud floating in midair, piled together from the skulls of different races.

Pitch-black segmented tentacles drilling out from the ground, each with dead-fish-like eyes at their tips.

His transparent spirit body being forcibly dragged from his flesh.

After those flashing images, a pair of eyes whose pale flames were on the verge of extinguishing looked over. A white feather stained with pale-yellow grease drifted down, cutting Azik’s transparent spirit body into two parts.

One part suddenly flew up and entered the “cloud of skulls.” The remaining part fused with a golden ornament that had leapt out of nowhere. Amid the scorching of pale flames, it returned to his body of flesh and blood.

The scene was like the giant hammer of the God of Thunder, striking again and again within Azik’s mind, making the pain impossible to endure. He raised his hands to clutch his head, his knees gradually weakening, and knelt on the stairs as though collapsing.

At last, he recalled everything. At last, he understood why he kept dying and reviving, why he always lost his memories and then recovered them again and again.

His soul was incomplete!

Likewise, Azik understood why the Feathered Serpent pressing down upon the entire space within the depths of the black fog possessed a face identical to his own.

That was him!

That was another “Azik Eggers”!

And all of this stemmed from a concealed attempt made before Death’s fall.

Where there was “soul stitching,” there was naturally also “spirit splitting.” At that moment, the mad and powerful Death seemed to have foreseen His own ending. Unwilling to simply pass away, He quietly divided the soul of His child, the Balam Empire’s Death Consul, taking one half away and using a certain item as a substitute, stitching it together with Azik’s spirit.

Whether because of Death’s deliberate arrangements or the unintentional influence of the Numinous Episcopate’s artificial Death project, the half of Azik’s soul that had been taken away fused into one with the artificial Death’s target—the Uniqueness of this pathway—allowing the latter to obtain a certain level of instinct and begin actively influencing high-Sequence Beyonders of the Corpse Collector pathway who failed their advancement.

As for the other half, although it had a substitute and was no longer incomplete, because the soul itself was not whole, it could only die and revive again and again, like a Sequence 4 Undying. And under the influence of that “golden ornament” within his body, and under the call of the other half of his soul, Azik, each time he began a new life, would gradually recover his past memories as time passed.

The Azik of the past had tried to understand the reason. But because by the time most of his memories naturally recovered, his next death was already close, he had no time to make any real exploration. Furthermore, the Numinous Episcopate’s artificial Death plan had only been proposed several hundred years ago and had only produced preliminary results not long ago, so he had never been able to find the answer.

Hah, hah, hah!

At some unknown point, Azik’s hands had left his head and pressed against the stairs below. From his throat came a sound unlike any human voice.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, falling onto the stone slabs before him and spreading into a layer of pale-yellow grease, from which fine white down sprouted.

At this moment, he felt the call and desire of the other half of his…