Chapter 341
【Raindrops are the tears of the gods, shed for the sorrows of the mortal world.】
【But precisely because they still fall, it means the gods have not yet lost hope for this world.】
【So........】
【How long has this rain lasted?】
Along the dim coastline,
Huang Quan gazed at the gloomy sky,
and the black raindrops,
asking an old man beside him, bent with age.
【Once, I too hoped it would one day cease—years passed, then decades...】
【In the end, hope met its end before this rain did.】
【It seems the gods you speak of do not exist.】
The old man said,
his gaze fixed on the distance.
There, against the backdrop of black rain,
countless arms, shifting like swirling smoke,
reached up from the sea toward the sky.
【Let me tell you a story...】
【Mortals walking their destined paths are like rowing a small boat across water, leaving a winding trail and stirring countless ripples of possibility.】
【Compared to the fleeting span of a human life, the ripples never fade.】
【Yet some among them leave impressions so strong that their reflections remain within these clusters of ripples.】
The old man's voice was worn with age,
slowly telling Huang Quan a tale.
【Like... the shadows upon the sea.】
Huang Quan stared at the grotesque black arm-shadows upon the sea,
his expression complex.
【Blood Sin Spirits... the obsessions of the Pathstriders. They are born from the shadows of IX, regard themselves as the original beings, and unknowingly repeat the actions of the deceased.】
【They are born from nothingness and return to nothingness, living lives devoid of meaning.】
【Yet these hollow phantoms...】
【... were once my cherished companions—a band of Sea Patrollers.】
The old man revealed the origin of these shadows.
【Are you watching over them?】
Huang Quan could not help but ask.
【Watching over them?】
【No, I am liberating them.】
【It was a brutal war, a cataclysmic crusade witnessed by the cosmos—the fall of the Overlord of Annihilation, Zhu Luo—but the cost...】
【No one but those who lived it remembers the cost.】
End of Chapter
