Chapter 895: River, Wall, and White Calamity

It was just that Xiao Fan would always do things that left him puzzled.

Sometimes, Xiao Fan would suddenly shriek and roar.

"Don't make me look in the mirror!"

Xiao Fan bellowed, pulling at his hand:

"It's all fake, it's all fake!"

He furrowed his brows:

"What's fake?"

Xiao Fan's pupils shrank, filled with terror, before his gaze instantly scattered; a foolish grin hung at the corners of his mouth, his eyes as hollow as a dust-covered, withered well.

"I don't know, hehe, hehe."

This was an old ailment for Xiao Fan.

He lamented how fleeting time was.

He would never see his younger sister again, never see Jilie again.

He sat on the threshold of the royal palace, staring blankly at the sky.

Recalling that scene from years ago.

"If I could have been a little faster, if I could have been a little stronger, my sister wouldn't have died."

He had become a lonely man.

All he had left was Xiao Fan, but Xiao Fan often fell into a state of idiocy.

He longed to return to the past, to return to his sister's side, to return to his parents' side.

He seemed to see his little sister's smile once more.

Right there, his little sister was giggling, her eyes squinted into thin lines, her small hands not forgetting to cover her mouth, unable to hide the craftiness filling her eyes.

"You run too fast, big brother."

Just like that, chasing after him, chasing after him forever.

There was a long road between them, and she could never reach his side.

Tears welled up in his eyes, until the moment they ran dry.

He realized his mission.

"I will slaughter all the ancient divine beasts in the world and use their corpses to build a road.

A road that will forever... forever have no end."

War broke out once again!

The human army set out, beginning to slaughter every ancient divine beast they saw.

The humans were like madmen, just like him.

The hatred accumulated over countless years erupted amidst the war.

The corpses of ancient divine beasts were beyond counting.

People did not know how many ancient divine beasts that majestic Bright Sovereign needed to kill.

People only knew that from childhood, they had been instilled with the faith to swear to exterminate all ancient divine beasts in the world.

The ancient divine beasts grew weaker.

No.

The humans grew stronger!

The true prosperity of the human race, its true greatness!

It began with him.

Ten thousand years of peace began with him!

"Stop killing..."

Xiao Fan hung his head, sitting in a wheelchair, actually revealing a look of pain.

He looked at Xiao Fan in disbelief.

"You don't understand me?!"

He was hysterical:

"Anyone in the world can fail to understand me, but why don't you understand me?!"

He roared out loud.

Xiao Fan hunched his back, his body trembling incessantly, his gaze unfocused yet staring fixedly ahead:

"I don't know!"

Xiao Fan's mouth twitched, filled with helpless terror:

"I always feel like they are people, individual people, I don't know, I can't see clearly, I can't see clearly!"

Xiao Fan clutched his head and wailed loudly.

"I don't know!"

He watched in shock.

The next moment, Xiao Fan shook his head:

"I saw wrong, it must... it must be that I saw wrong."

Xiao Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing grew rapid, his eyeballs bulging as if they would pop out, and the next moment he laughed maniacally:

"Old brother, it was me who saw wrong, it must have been me who saw wrong!"

He no longer made a sound.

Xiao Fan had grown old.

"Old friend, you are all I have left."

He patted Xiao Fan's shoulder and sighed for a long time:

"I shouldn't have lost my temper at you, I shouldn't have..."

Until a certain moment.

A long, winding road piled high with the corpses of Ancient Divine Beasts stretched across the mortal world.

"Your Majesty, there is no more room to place these corpses."

A soldier said to him:

"We have killed enough!"

"Is it not finished yet?"

He sat upon the throne, head bowed, like an old lion opening its eyes:

"Why is it not finished yet? You tell me, why are there still Ancient Divine Beasts, why?!"

He lowered his gaze in fury, his knuckles turning white; his suppressed rage caused the air in the hall to stagnate.

"Could it be that in my dying years, the mortal world can still have Ancient Divine Beasts?"

The soldier retreated in terror, not daring to breathe.

"Then pile them up, pile them into a mountain, pile them into a wall!

Until..."

With white hair obscuring his eyes, he roared with the predatory gaze of an eagle and a wolf:

"It reaches the heavens!"

His words fell.

A wall!

A high wall piled from the corpses of countless Ancient Divine Beasts rose from the ground!

Time passed slowly just like that.

Until one day.

An army of Ancient Divine Beasts came, treading upon the long river of corpses.

They were going to attack the Brightness Kingdom.

"So, Ancient Divine Beasts can also be provoked."

He laughed like a madman.

"Let them come!"

He waved his hand:

"Let them tread upon the long road built from the corpses of their own kind and come before me!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the King!"

Throughout the entire Brightness Kingdom, praises for him rang out.

He possessed endless faith.

Xiao Fan arrived:

"Old brother, this time I want to be the Great General, give me... give me a chance.

You just wait behind the scenes for the good news, that is all."

He looked at Xiao Fan, a look of affection appearing in his eyes.

He had no younger sister left.

No Jilie.

He only had Xiao Fan.

He would satisfy Xiao Fan's request.

He sat peacefully on the throne, waiting for news from Xiao Fan.

A report of victory arrived!

The Ancient Divine Beasts had retreated!

He was overjoyed; Xiao Fan had truly not disappointed him.

And he began to study the ninth realm of the Dao of Thought Power.

"The aura of life and death is not strong enough, far from strong enough; I need to make it evolve into a rule that can contend with malice!"

He went into seclusion.

He began to immerse himself in research.

Xiao Fan gave him peace of mind.

Just as he was in seclusion, the army of Ancient Divine Beasts advanced once more.

Xiao Fan requested to lead again and was appointed as Great General by him.

Another report of victory!

Just as he was rewarding Xiao Fan, a soldier spoke up:

"Your Majesty, the Great General did not wipe out those Ancient Divine Beasts!"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Fan.

"Old brother, do not pursue a desperate foe; I want to make these Ancient Divine Beasts feel fear forever!"

Xiao Fan said.

Dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Xiao Fan continued to say:

"Old brother, do you not hate them?"

A gentle light appeared in his eyes.

So that was how it was.

Immediately following, tears appeared in his eyes.

Xiaomei, getting further and further away from him, further and further away.

No matter what, he could not reach Xiaomei's side.

Sorrow is like poison.

He only had Xiao Fan left.

"Someone come, behead this person!"

He waved his hand indifferently, pointing at that soldier.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please don't!"

The soldier begged for mercy.

He shouted coldly:

"Xiao Fan is my younger brother, my own younger brother; I will not allow anyone to speak ill of him!"

He looked toward the people of the world:

"Who says that the human race can only be devoured by Ancient Divine Beasts?

Can my human race not devour Ancient Divine Beasts?

I want to make them our food, to suffer endless fear forever!"

The hatred in his heart would not disappear.

It would only continue to grow, only continue to erupt.

He continued his secluded cultivation.

During the period he was in secluded cultivation.

The Ancient Divine Beast army came several times, but was repelled by Xiao Fan each time.

Until one day.

He entered the ninth realm of the Path of Thought Power.

He obtained supreme power.

His consciousness was infinitely remote, his power was boundlessly strong, and his perception was infinitely far.

He heard the sounds of excitement from the people in the Bright Nation.

He heard the wailing of the Ancient Divine Beasts.

He heard the awe the soldiers felt for him.

He heard Xiao Fan's crazed muttering.

"Go back quickly, go back quickly, you... cannot win."

"I cannot see clearly, I cannot see clearly!"

"What exactly is the truth, what exactly am I doing?"

"What to do, hahahaha, what to do!"

"I killed correctly, I killed Ancient Divine Beasts, not the human race, right, not the human race!"

"You... don't come over, don't come over, don't come over!"

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Fake, it's all fake!"

He frowned; Xiao Fan had gone mad again.

He came to Xiao Fan's side with concern.

Yet he saw that Xiao Fan suddenly revealed an incomparably terrified expression.

That terror was hard to describe, it should not have been possible.

It was an expression like the one he had when he first saw the Mother God.

"Fake!" Xiao Fan roared:

"It's all fake!"

"What is fake?" he asked, opening his mouth.

"The Bright Nation is fake, you are fake, and I am fake.

Everything is fake!"

Xiao Fan stumbled against the wall, his hands clutching his hair tightly, his eyeballs bulging as if they were about to pop out.

"It's all fake, we have been killing the human race all along!"

He frowned; Xiao Fan's illness was getting deeper.

"Xiao Fan, you are sick."

"I am not sick!"

"Everything is real, I am right here, the Bright Nation is right here."

He said with a pained heart:

"We have walked this path together, followed Jilie, witnessed the Mother God's ascension, witnessed Jilie..."

Thinking of Jilie, sorrow appeared in him:

"Jilie was consumed by the seed and grew into a tree, bearing two fruits, I..."

He was in the middle of speaking.

Yet he saw Xiao Fan's body trembling violently, looking at him in terror.

"What are you saying?"

Xiao Fan trembled incessantly, his voice shrill to the extreme:

"Jilie... is the Mother God!"

In Xiao Fan's murky eyes surged hysterical despair and dread:

"Jilie played us and ascended in the Ancient God Forbidden Land."

He was stunned, then sighed:

"Xiao Fan, you are becoming more and more ill; those two fruits are still within my own universe."

"Take them out!"

Xiao Fan pointed at him, roaring:

"Take them out! Where is there any ancient tree? Where are there any fruits!"

He smiled:

"I will take them out right now."

He began to rummage through his own universe, beginning to search for those two fruits.

While searching, he said with sorrow:

"Jilie had a dream, and in her dream, a seed grew into a tree."

"Then it bore two fruits that could change everything."

He searched continuously.

There were many things within his own universe.

Corpses of Ancient God Beasts, corpses, corpses, corpses, countless corpses.

Xiao Fan, however, cried, crying very loudly:

"This is not Jilie's dream, this is your younger sister's dream."

"You told me yourself that your younger sister told you this dream the day before she died."

"You remembered it for a lifetime."

He frowned:

"Nonsense, it is Jilie's dream; after Jilie stayed in the Ancient God Forbidden Land, you and I went there many times together."

Xiao Fan's eyes were wide open, staring:

"I didn't go!"

Xiao Fan grabbed his neck:

"Everything is fake, it's all fake!"

He frowned and said:

"Wait for me to take out those two fruits, just wait!"

"Then take them out!"

Xiao Fan suddenly roared, as if gone mad:

"If those two fruits exist, take them out and show me!"

"Show them to me!"

"Bai E!!!"