Chapter 943: His Dream

He clearly felt himself fall.

He had lost.

His head kept buzzing, kept buzzing.

He lay on his back atop a pile of corpses, his broken body like a torn ragdoll, every wound oozing blood, every bone wailing.

He saw Xiao Fan had also fallen, already rendered unrecognizable.

Flames licked at flesh and blood, the charred skin twisting into pitch-black silhouettes.

He saw countless Ancient God Beasts crawling onto his physical body.

Bathing in his fresh blood, they cheered.

He was unwilling to accept this.

He was furious.

"I understand now..."

A roar resounded through his mind:

"The Ancient God Beasts interfered with Xiao Fan's perception; they made Xiao Fan suffer illusions, and sometimes even I was affected."

Endless resentment intertwined in the depths of his heart.

He reached out a hand with difficulty, this hand like a pillar supporting the sky, as if about to erupt with the most powerful force.

"Big Brother, walk a little slower."

Memories of years past suddenly surged forth at this moment.

"You run too fast, Big Brother."

"When we go back, I'm going to tell Mother you bullied me."

The young girl's voice trembled, like flowing music from the clouds drifting over the tip of his heart, clear as dew, ethereal as mist, every wisp stained with the pure radiance of heavenly sounds.

He froze, tears falling continuously from the corners of his eyes.

This was the dream he was unwilling to lose.

It was the very first, and also the only, coordinate of his life.

He had struggled and pursued it his whole life, yet he could never again obtain that initial touch of boredom and leisure.

In his life, he could no longer pursue it either.

His coldness, his madness, his obsession, all were like repeated, futile climbs, making him more distant from that shore he could never reach, yet also more expectant.

"Little Sister..."

He spoke tremblingly, the tears in his eyes no longer able to be stopped.

He did not know why, but at this moment, he actually did not want to fight anymore.

He was tired.

So tired, so tired.

Why did the memory of Little Sister arrive at this moment?

Why?

But he could not die.

"Kill!"

An endless roar erupted from his mouth.

That overwhelming killing intent caused all the cheering Ancient God Beasts to be startled.

The Ancient God Beasts began to fear, began to retreat.

Yet as he was about to erupt, he saw the figure of Little Sister once again.

The setting sun dyed the grass honey-colored, the little girl hugging her knees and squatting on the slope, her crying sound as faint as a broken wind chime.

It was Little Sister.

He ran over in a panic.

Only to see.

Golden radiance fell upon the top of Little Sister's hair, teardrops rolling over her round cheeks, falling into the grass to transform into sparkling dew.

Little Sister raised her head and grabbed his already withered hand.

"Enough, Big Brother, don't kill anymore."

Little Sister pleaded:

"Enough."

He froze, his body stiff as he made a hoarse sound:

"But the Ancient God Beasts are going to win, they are going to win, they all deserve to die, they all..."

He could not speak anymore.

Because Little Sister's warm palm was already pressed against his cheek.

How many years, how many ages, how many struggling days and nights.

He had never been touched like this.

This suddenly forgotten warmth arriving made him feel for the first time that he...

Was still a human.

"Big Brother, no matter what you have done, you are still my best Big Brother."

Little Sister revealed her sweetest smile.

He breathed with difficulty, that forgotten, familiar, yet strange memory invading his mind.

"Big Brother, I had a dream last night, I dreamed there was a tree."

"Two fruits that could change the future grew on the tree."

The young Little Sister's voice was even mumbled and slurred.

He stood up with a laugh:

"Hahaha, what a childish dream."

"It's not childish!"

The young Little Sister turned her head away.

"Childish, childish, childish, why must it be two fruits?

Why can't it be that the human race can cultivate and become exceptionally powerful?

Little Sister is just being childish!"

At that time, he was still very young.

Little did he know that even her words refuting the childishness seemed weak.

"It's not childish!" Little Sister was angry.

"Childish, childish, childish!"

He laughed and circled around Little Sister.

"It's not childish!"

Little Sister sat down on the soft grass, her small hand still tightly clutching a broken piece of foxtail grass.

"Childish, childish!"

He was still laughing.

But he didn't notice that Little Sister's round cheeks were flushed red, crystal-clear teardrops hung on her eyelashes, and her mouth was trembling.

Little Sister cried.

He was afraid; Father and Mother would definitely beat him when they returned.

"Alright, don't cry, it's not childish at all!"

He stroked Little Sister's head:

"Not childish at all."

Little Sister was still crying.

He earnestly held Little Sister's hand and, as if joking, made his own vow:

"It's not childish, Brother will definitely find that tree in the future!"

"Really?" Little Sister looked at him, crystal-clear teardrops still in the corners of her eyes.

"Really, I heard about it before, there is such a tree..."

Memories flickered.

That was the first time he killed an Ancient Divine Beast.

He was on the verge of death, his vision blurred.

"There is such a tree, it can bear two..."

Memories flickered.

That was when he was leading the army and got dead drunk with Xiao Fan.

"Two fruits that can change the future."

Xiao Fan was drunk and laughed loudly:

"What a childish dream!"

"It's not childish!"

He suddenly flew into a rage:

"It's not childish at all, this is my..."

Memories flashed back.

In the lonely royal court.

The elderly him looked at the lights of ten thousand homes and shed lonely tears.

"This is my Little Sister's dream..."

Memories vanished.

He was about to die a miserable death, falling to the ground, wailing with labored breaths.

"It is also my dream..."

It seems, there was never a Jilie.

It seems, it was always him, always Little Sister.

His memory, his memory had a problem.

Is that so?

He looked with difficulty at the Ancient Divine Beasts that were surrounding and killing him.

The firmament was spinning, the earth was collapsing.

He could not distinguish if it was the Ancient Divine Beasts gnawing on him, or the human race tearing at him.

Pain flooded his consciousness like a tide, but the deepest fear came from within his heart.

"Who exactly... am I killing?"

Memory fragments exploded in his mind.

Little Sister's smiling face turned into Jilie's ferocious grin, Xiao Fan's crying mixed with the hissing of Ancient Divine Beasts.

He suddenly remembered the flesh and blood of the Ancient Divine Beasts he had once devoured, but in the bloody taste surging in his throat, it was clearly the taste of his own kin.

Yet now, those surrounding and killing him were clearly Ancient Divine Beasts.

Hum, hum, hum!

Inside his brain, countless hissing cries and frantic ravings resounded.

He gradually opened his mouth wide, a surge of Qi suppressed within his chest.

Suppress.

Suppress.

Suppress!

Finally!

"I cannot see clearly!!!"

His mental world was collapsing.

Even the excruciating pain of his physical body could be ignored.

Who could tell him, if this raised fist were to strike down, would it crush an Ancient Divine Beast, or a human?

He did not know.

Pain!

The pain seemed to have lost its boundaries, lost its peak.

There is no most painful, only more painful.

"Big Brother, if you are tired, then rest for a while."

Little Sister's voice rang out once again.

Like a lamp in the dark night, it was so bright and beautiful.

"I am tired."

He called out in a low voice:

"If I am destined to die, then let this boundless pain drown me completely.

Let this ten-thousand-year sin punish me forever."

He saw one Ancient Divine Beast after another begin to plunge blades into his heart.

Magma, wild thunder, poisons, malice...

They used every means possible.

Pain.

Agony.

Hundreds of millions of nerves were stinging him, wanting him to strike back, wanting him to resist.

As long as he moved his hand.

As long as he resisted.

He could kill this group of Ancient Divine Beasts.

He would still be that Brightness Sovereign, still the Master of Thought-Power, still the King of the human race.

As long as he moved a finger.

But he smiled.

He seemed to see Little Sister.

Little Sister said:

"I do not blame Big Brother at all; the ones who killed me were the Ancient Divine Beasts, not Big Brother."

In the frantic, dark world.

He was all alone, yet he felt Little Sister's embrace.

He heard the calls of Mother and Father.

He smelled the fragrance of stewed meat.

He picked up meat from his bowl and placed it into the bowls of Little Sister and Mother.

Father was a bit jealous.

So he took the meat from Father's bowl and put it into his own to eat.

"Hey, you brat."

Father laughed and scolded.

"Hahaha, the meat is so delicious."

He hugged Little Sister, laughing happily.

So warm.

So happy.

"Big Brother, it doesn't hurt at all." Little Sister touched his cheek.

"Mm, it doesn't hurt at all."

He revealed his most brilliant smile.

It didn't hurt at all.

The next moment.

He saw himself being sealed away.

He saw Xiao Fan's corpse lying beside him.

Gradually, seawater flowed past.

Immediately after.

He saw A-Mei's face again.

"A-Mei, Brother has some good news to tell you."

"What good news?"

He revealed a smile and took a seed from his bosom.

"Look, this is the seed of that tree; it can bear two kinds of fruit."

"Yay!" A-Mei happily cradled the seed in her palm.

The next moment.

The dream vanished.

The divine power within his massive physical body circulated and condensed into a seed.

He looked at the dying Xiao Fan.

He saw Xiao Fan smiling miserably at him.

"Brother, you did it."

Xiao Fan smiled wretchedly:

"Our deaths are the greatest... the greatest contribution to the human race."

He did not speak, merely tossing the seed in his hand.

He let it drift slowly toward Xiao Fan.

This was his younger sister's dream.

It was also his dream.