Chapter 1125
Black, the Color of the Void
At the very center of the energy waves was Wuqun.
Or, to be precise—her remains.
When the battle truly began, the wounds she sustained from the Bloodblade earlier became apparent. Her entire being was torn asunder… Directly between the two halves of her body, ripped apart at an angle, a jet-black crystal floated in mid-air.
It was no larger than a fist, yet it seemed to devour everything around it.
The moment it appeared, all surrounding matter began to dissolve, turning into nothingness. This naturally included Wuqun herself.
Her eyes had lost their pupils and irises entirely, becoming as pitch-black as the crystal.
Her two severed halves began to peel away piece by piece at a speed visible to the naked eye—each piece was about the size of a thumb, and then the fragments further pulverized into rice-sized particles, slowly turning into nothingness.
During this process, the solid ground turned into a liquid resembling mud. It further transformed into gas, and finally dissipated into nothingness.
The speed of this dissolution was incredibly fast, and in an instant, the wine cellar had completely vanished. The church above followed suit.
From its outward appearance, it was as if an unparalleled energy ripple had erupted, annihilating and crushing everything it touched… but its essence was not so.
It was the “dissolution of meaning.”
Everyone has things they once cared about, but deemed childish as they grew up and stopped paying attention. Just as every country and every civilization, through its stages of development, has goals they once strove for with all their might, at any cost, only to find them becoming cumbersome, outdated, and needing optimization and reconstruction at some future juncture.
For example, the bricks and stones on the ground, old residential buildings, broken city walls… and also the wine cellar underground and the church above ground at this moment.
At some point in the future, they will all lose their meaning and be filled in, demolished—or at least rebuilt or relocated. But in any case, at least the “existence” itself will have lost its meaning, becoming an obstruction. And eventually, it will be forgotten by people, as if it never existed.
Its destination is nothingness.
If we shift our perspective to an infinitely distant future—civilizations will eventually turn to ruins, and planets will reach their end.
The entire universe will perish, and everything that once existed will cease to be… until all things return to oneness, falling into eternal silence and meaninglessness.
—Viewing the world from the perspective of infinitely distant “truth,” one can realize… that nothingness is the eternal reality, and conscious existence is merely a fleeting illusion.
Whether looking to the past or the future, if one could see the end of time, one would feel that the “present” is as insignificant as dust.
Like wiping away a stain—erasing “existence” from the curtain of the void.
This is the truth of the end of the world.
And the essence of what is called the “Whisper of the Void.”
This power is neither an attack nor destruction, but merely the act of bringing the “destiny” that will eventually arrive in the future to the present.
—It is, in essence, premature death!
Because of this, it is an attack that is theoretically impossible to defend against.
Although the Blood Heavenly Envoy appeared composed and spoke with an air of superiority—in the face of Wuqun’s power to reduce everything to nothing, she too appeared incredibly fragile.
Merely by being “gazed upon” by Wuqun, her skin instantly manifested streaks of blood-red lines. These were like blood vessels, and also like a spiderweb of cracks.
Like shattered porcelain, or like glass bursting in the height of summer. Her entire body instantly shattered, spewing blood.
Yet, such a tragic outcome instead caused the Blood Heavenly Envoy to reveal a fierce and satisfied smile: “Only… this much?
“You can’t even dissolve me anymore?!”
The Blood Heavenly Envoy’s right arm transformed into a blood blade, and she slashed down in an instant.
A flash of blood light streaked across, and the already melting ground was directly torn open.
As if parting the sea—except she was parting the earth.
Crushed stones continuously rose, and an invisible wave of energy pushed outwards. Like an injury from a bullet—only a slender blood blade penetrated, but miles away, land tens of meters wide was instantly churned and shattered.
The church on the ground was completely pulverized, and moonlight poured down from the vast opening.
An attack of this magnitude could not possibly occur without innocent casualties.
Before being dissolved by the void, the entire block of buildings instantly met its end.
It did cause a minor injury—when this blood blade touched Wuqun’s skin, it did not directly turn into nothingness, but left a second penetrating crack, splitting her from two pieces into four.
The moment she was attacked, the surrounding dissolution into nothingness ceased.
Eivass and Sherlock were jolted awake amidst a deafening, chaotic hum.
The countless open doors and exotic knowledge flooding their brains instantly stopped. It was like trying to open a downloaded file that showed “file corrupted.” The decompression process was interrupted, much like being abruptly woken from a dream.
When Eivass awoke, he saw Wuqun and the Blood Heavenly Envoy confronting each other.
He could hear and see everything that had happened outside, but was unable to react—his “computing power” had been completely maxed out, causing him to crash. Now, with the “program not responding” error triggering an automatic shutdown, Eivass immediately recovered.
The Wuqun, now cut into four pieces, did not show haste or fear.
“……It’s just three thousand blood vessels, why…”
Wuqun merely seemed slightly puzzled.
After all, this place was not the true essence of the void. As the Blood Heavenly Envoy said, it was merely “scraps of the void.”
It originally existed within the Blood Heavenly Envoy, and further back in time, within Hengwo.
“It is… 【Hate】, you scrap. Hate has endured since ancient times.”
The Blood Heavenly Envoy’s voice was arrogant yet elegant: “Precisely because they have always hated me, they will not allow you to dissolve me so easily…
“—You are merely a fragment of the void, how dare you look up at the moon? Kneel!”
The next moment, a giant scarlet ripple appeared beneath her feet.
The blood-red ripples that pulverized everything collided with a shield as black as ink.
Scarlet and black intertwined, and a battle of offense and defense that transcended vision unfolded once more.
…Hate has endured since ancient times?
At that instant, Sherlock froze for a moment.
He seemed to vaguely understand… Could it be that because this attack affected innocents, causing the Blood Heavenly Envoy to bear the lingering hatred… that she was able to inflict damage on the void?
Because this attack had “meaning,” and would be remembered for a long time.
Although, over the long expanse of time, both love and hate would eventually be dissolved into meaninglessness.
But if the void’s power wasn’t strong enough, and the “time” it could dissolve wasn’t too vast… compared to love, perhaps “hate” could endure for longer?
“Those blood vessels…”
Eivass looked at the evil yet sacred wings made of blood vessels.
The Blood Heavenly Envoy, like his father the Banquet Heavenly Envoy, was a “Heavenly Envoy of Eternal Feasts.” However, the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s focus was on “sacrifice, flesh and blood, suffering, and desire.” Because of this, her followers were so cruel and inhumane, performing sacrifices in all sorts of barbaric ways.
But after descending, the Blood Heavenly Envoy did not harm any innocents.
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Despite her intense hatred for the Child of the Moon’s actions, she surprisingly did not let the Blood Slaves perish with her. Nor did she completely destroy the family just because a Child of the Moon appeared within it.
How could such a being possess such a cruel and extreme domain?
Unless…
The Blood Heavenly Envoy had a task that could only be completed by relying on this domain.
Cain’s purpose in creating the Child of the Moon was to achieve the “Perfect Being.” The Perfect Being was meant to replace Amber in fighting the Twilight Seed, meaning Cain was created to fight the void—which is why he chose to attack Wuqun before Eivass and the others.
By performing cruel sacrifices, she was entangled in hate, ensuring her evil deeds would not be forgotten for centuries.
These wings, composed of three thousand blood vessels, were entwined with resentment and curses that Eivass could clearly see. These were clearly blood vessels flayed alive—relying on this immense hate, collected through sacrificial rituals for an unknown duration and difficult to forget even with the passage of time, the void fragments peeled from her body could not truly harm her.
Hengwo voluntarily bore the Void’s influence and was inevitably corrupted.
The Blood Heavenly Envoy was born with the purpose of achieving the Perfect Being and reaching the state of Twilight. Cain wished to fulfill Hengwo’s desire, which is why he created the Child of the Moon to practice the “Principle of the Perfect Being.” If he could truly become the Perfect Being… then coupled with this act of creation, this Perfect Being would not be a substitute for Amber at all, but would become a puppet of the void.
…But ironically, Hengwo was too utilitarian when creating the Blood Heavenly Envoy, and did not infuse true love into the process. Both Hengwo and the Banquet Master viewed the Blood Heavenly Envoy as a test subject; the only one who loved Cain was the Envoy of Mist.
Precisely because of the lack of “love,” even if the Blood Heavenly Envoy could reach the realm of the Perfect Being, “9” would never reach “10.”
“No wonder…”
Eivass murmured.
He had found it strange for a long time—why was the representative color of the Path of Love black?
This was clearly illogical.
The Child of the Moon was red, and the Beast Path was also Dark Red. It was unknown if the Path of the Sun was red, but it certainly wasn’t black… The Path of Love, no matter how one thought about it, should be red, or at the very least, Pink.
And within the Path of Love, the Origin River of Creation, the Shadow Heavenly Envoy, representing revenge, strangely appeared, along with a large amount of curse concepts.
…Looking at it now, it’s likely because the First Origin River was long ago polluted by the void.
The concept of revenge should not belong to the Origin River of Creation, but it undoubtedly belongs to the opposite of the Path of Love—hate. The meaning of revenge lies in remembrance and hate, and engraving itself is the power of the Twilight Path… Love plus Twilight, perfectly equals the void.
—Revenge is “creation based on the void.”
That is the powerful counterforce generated by the Origin River of Creation spontaneously resisting the void!
So, shadow is the color of black power—it’s not the color of “love” at all, but the color of “the void”!
Eivass suddenly realized something at this thought.
The giant wings behind him, composed of myriad blood vessels, were like those of a divine being.
Behind him, countless blood vessels resembled inverted roots.
Did this not also signify an inverted World Tree?
If the Giant Tree, the ancestor of elves, had a meaning that was “to offer everything for others,” then the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s philosophy was the exact opposite.
To have all external meaning return to oneself!
It was a theory similar to, yet different from, “premature death.”
It was not about rendering life meaningless. Rather, the opposite—it placed immense importance on the meaning of existence for those whose lives had been stripped away by herself.
Precisely because she was extremely lacking in “meaning” did she crave to plunder meaning from others, to supplement her own existence.
And precisely because the Blood Heavenly Envoy plundered so wantonly… she, in turn, gained the ability to resist the void!
If the Blood Heavenly Envoy’s initial purpose at birth was to fight the void—then her current confrontation with the void meant her existence’s meaning had been fulfilled!
—How could a sinner, burdened with the resentment of countless souls from all eras, be easily dissolved by a weak force like the void?
Eivass felt a glimmer of inspiration…
Could it be that snakes were also…
The clashing parties separated once more.
The Blood Heavenly Envoy, bathed in the pure moonlight, raised her head and lifted her hands. As if embracing the moon.
“Mother!”
The childish voice, firm as iron, echoed into the distance: “Bear witness!”
(End of Chapter)
