Chapter 1184: Weng Faluos 3.2 (230)

"Then, according to what the alchemist just said… Xiao Die, you are also part of the giant dragon's remains?" Mi Mi asked, puzzled.

Xiaodie lowered her head in thought: "In the mouths of the departed, I truly was born alongside that giant dragon… but before that, have you all heard those sighs?"

Xing: "I've heard that when collecting souls…"

"Ah, I heard it too! So what is that?"

"I think… that might very well be the sign that the giant dragon Bolukesi's final wish has been fulfilled. When exercising divine authority to resurrect the dead, it must have realized just how heavy that price is. So, with its last shred of strength, it sent me to the city-state where no one opposes 'death'—the place that calls out to 'death,' Stikokisia."

"In order for me to live a new life, it failed to fulfill its wish and fell early… How much Bolukesi must have wanted to witness, with its own eyes, how the sister it sacrificed everything to save is living now." Xiaodie said, "And it is precisely with this wish that, even in death, Bolukesi's soul lingers in the human world, silently watching and recording everything about our kin…"

Mi Mi suddenly realized: "Ah! So along this journey, we haven't been picking up some object…"

Xiaodie nodded: "…but rather, it manifested something for that wandering thought here. And we will weave those thoughts one by one, restoring them into Bolukesi's complete soul."

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Kamen Rider Builid.

"It turns out those crimson orbs are Bolukesi's thoughts, silently watching over his sister in soul form for thousands of years…" Mei Kong let out a soft sigh, "…Unfortunately, her intention was surely to let her sister live a carefree life as an ordinary person in the new world, but this vow could not be fulfilled because of her sister's 'death' curse… Well, at least it wasn't completely fulfilled."

"Although the first half was full of hardships, but after arriving in Aohema and officially embarking on the Fire Pursuit Journey, Xiaodie's life has gradually approached that of an ordinary person." Long Wo lay on the sofa and said, "... I suppose the ending isn't bad? If she successfully retrieves the Titan fire seed this time and dispels the curse, she could indeed live just like a normal person——"

"You're really a muscle-headed idiot, I envy your optimism… Retrieving the fire seed for you is as easy as going to a convenience store to buy a bento."

"Hey hey, first of all, I'm not a muscle-headed idiot. Secondly, it's you, Zhan Tu, who's too pessimistic." Long Wo's face flushed as he said, "Didn't Ke Xia give Xiaodie a Philosopher's Stone? It was refined from his heart—using it to offset Xiaodie's life should be fine, right?"

"Let the teacher pay the 'life' cost? Hmm… you shouldn't say that, but it actually makes some sense."

After being reminded by Long Wo, Mei Kong's furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Her hand lightly drew circles on the table, as if playing with an invisible scale.

"Although Alchemy emphasizes 'equivalent exchange,' as long as the scales of exchange can be balanced, whose weights actually don't matter. But has Ke Xia already anticipated this scene? To push the students toward that 'life' future, he didn't hesitate to sacrifice his last sliver of a chance at rebirth……"

Alchemy may stress 'equivalent exchange,' but as long as the exchange scale can be balanced, whose weights actually don't matter. However, did Natsume already foresee this scene? To drive the students toward that 'life' future, she did not hesitate to discard the last sliver of a chance at rebirth.

""These… are just guesses, right? What if we complete the ritual and it turns out to be completely different?""

""That doesn't matter." Xiaodie's face calm, "Ke Xia always says that alchemy is like this: we only know what we'll get at the moment of completion. That's why this study can be called the 'Miracle of Creation.' Now, Bolukesi's thought puzzle is nearly complete, missing only the final piece——"

""I will present everything it desperately wants to know in the alchemy circle: my entire life after leaving Stikokisia…… Ti An has already fully depicted it and handed it to me.""

Xiaodie slowly approached the edge of the circle, tightly covering the "gift" Ti An gave her in her hands.

""Let the ceremony… begin.""

"Four Titan totems lit up in sequence, like stars surrounding the moon, encircling the central 'death' totem."

""——Thus, the work is complete, words exhausted here.' Ke Xia always likes to say this after finishing alchemy preparations. And now——Bolukesi, I will draw you from the River of the Dead and then reshape you. Perhaps you will thus be disturbed, your form maimed and terrifying……"

Xiaodie lifted her gaze to the round moon above: "But if, when you first transferred my consciousness, there remains even a breath——please look toward me. I wish to thank you face to face: everything you exchanged for me with divinity, I have already tasted."

As Xiaodie's words fell, Amonnet's soul slowly appeared in the circle. She seemed to recognize Xiaodie, and a hint of warmth and concern, long absent from the girl, surfaced on her face.

""Please continue, I'm listening. Is what you're about to tell the story of Stikokisia?""

Amonnet smiled: "Indeed, you are as clever as I imagined……" She let out a soft sigh, "... Never mind, it's still too early."

""Don't worry, Elder. Look around… this place is already the resting place of the departed.""

"Don't worry, Elder. Look around… this place is already the resting place of departed souls."

Dragon clan.

"Resurrecting a dragon that died thousands of years ago—why does this scene feel so familiar to me?"

Angre leisurely tidied his cuffs, gazing at the carved glass window of the office, where his own blurry outline was reflected—a silver‑haired, tall old man. He is over a hundred and thirty years old, having dealt with dragons his whole life; he knows well that returning a dragon from thousands of years ago to the human world usually leaves no chance for old acquaintances.

Angre leisurely adjusted his cuffs, looking out at the office's carved glass window; his own blurred reflection appeared on the glass—a silver‑haired, upright old man. He was over a hundred and thirty years old, having dealt with dragons all his life, and he knew well that letting a dragon from thousands of years ago return to the human world usually left little chance for old acquaintances to catch up.

"I don't know; the alchemy of Weng Faluos and that of the dragon clan are completely different things—the former is closer to the 'magic' of European fantasy novels rather than science, while the latter is the power of the dragon king to create miracles and weapons." Angre took out a cigar from the drawer box, didn't light it, just held it to his nose and sniffed lightly, "Although that dragon is her sister, considering the memory wipe after the 'Recreation of the World,' that dragon may not necessarily be benevolent."

"I don't know, the Alchemy of Weng Faluosi and that of the dragon clan are completely two different things; the former is closer to the 'magic' in European fantasy novels than to science, while the latter is the power of the Dragon King to create miracles and weapons." Angre took a cigar from the drawer box, didn't light it, just placed it under his nose and sniffed lightly, "Although that dragon is her sister, considering the memory erasure after the 'Recreation of the World', that dragon may not necessarily be benevolent."