Chapter 1319
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Chapter 1319 For Me, Go Home
HearingSi Xiaonan’s tone that brooked no refusal, Cold Pavilion didn’t say anything more.
He remained silent for a moment, and under the prying of Si Xiaonan’s fingertips, he slowly opened his mouth…
Si Xiaonanplaced the pill into Cold Pavilion’s mouth, “Eat it.”
“I’ve eaten it.”
“…Though I can’t see, I’m not stupid,” Si Xiaonan sighed helplessly.
“Those are all tricks I’ve used before. How could you fool me? Chew it up and swallow it.”
Cold Pavilion paused for a moment, then a crunching sound of chewing the pill came from near Si Xiaonan’s ear. Hearing this crisp sound, a slight smile appeared on Si Xiaonan’s blind face.
Like a satisfied child, her whole body relaxed, her complexion darkening slightly again…
“How is it? Does the Immortality Pill taste good?” Si Xiaonan asked curiously.
“…Not good, a bit astringent,” Cold Pavilion paused, “However, my wounds seem to be healing already.”
“Of course, this is the Immortality Pill… Once you take it, no matter how severe your injuries, they’ll heal instantly. The concept of death is erased, and your lifespan becomes endless…” Si Xiaonan smiled playfully, speaking weakly, “Congratulations, Cold Pavilion, from now on you’ll truly live as long as the southern mountains…”
Cold Pavilion’s posture gradually straightened, and his pace quickened. He carried Si Xiaonan on his back, striding forward.
“Cold Pavilion… where are we now?” After a long while, Si Xiaonan asked softly.
“We’ve crossed the northern border and reached the Changbai Mountain range.”
“Is it cold in the north? I can’t feel the temperature anymore…”
“It’s a bit cold, but for the north, this temperature is considered warm.”
“The north… that must be quite far from Cangnan, right?”
“Still some distance, but I’ll go hijack a plane, and we’ll get there quickly.”
Hearing Cold Pavilion’s serious tone, Si Xiaonan burst into laughter, followed immediately by violent coughing, one fit after another, as if she might cough up her entire lung.
Black blood instantly stained Cold Pavilion’s back.
“I’m already half a God of Trickery, what kind of trickery god would steal planes from ordinary people… cough cough… I’ll try harder… we’ll be home soon.”
Si Xiaonan’s voice gradually weakened. At the same time, black threads extended from her body, weaving together to form a mysterious mark, and their figures instantly disappeared.
With her life force depleted and forcibly using “trickery,” Si Xiaonan felt as if her mind had been struck hard with a hammer, instantly becoming fuzzy.
When she finally struggled to regain her thoughts, her head felt sticky. She reached up to wipe her face and found her hand covered in fresh blood.
Her time was running out.
Bang—!
A mist of blood suddenly burst from Si Xiaonan’s back, transforming into strands of white threads that dissipated in the air…
She had been continuously absorbing the divine void of the trickery law, breaking through a certain threshold. Her realm uncontrollably surpassed human limits, beginning to advance to a higher level.
She was beginning to transform into the Dao.
Her depleted life force was dry, her soul forcibly sustained by Queen Mother of the West’s true energy was gradually collapsing, and her physical body was beginning to transform into the Dao… The three overlapped, causing unprecedented pain that tormented Si Xiaonan’s body and soul. Yet even so, a thread of will forcibly maintained her consciousness.
“Cold Pavilion…” Si Xiaonan spoke with a breath as thin as a thread, “Have we… reached… Cangnan yet…”
“We have,” Cold Pavilion’s voice faintly reached Si Xiaonan’s ears. She had to listen carefully to hear what he was saying.
Sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing—all were gradually erased as her life force disappeared. Her consciousness was in chaos, with only a final trace of obsession keeping her alive.
“Where… are… we…”
“South of Peace Bridge, near that roasted chestnut shop you love so much. Can you smell the aroma of the roasted chestnuts?”
“I… think… I can…” Si Xiaonan murmured.
“Across the street is our office, the door is still open. Looks like someone from Squad 136 is still stationed here. I wonder who… Yes, it could also be new recruits who graduated in the last two years. I wonder if they’ll recognize us,” Cold Pavilion said, chattering as he walked.
“The weather in Cangnan is very nice today, very refreshing. The road is a bit crowded… Let’s cross the street.”
“Little South, did you hear the bell when the door opened? This place hasn’t changed at all since we left…”
“The basement door is open, someone’s down there. Let’s go down and see…”
Cold Pavilion’s voice seemed to grow more distant. Si Xiaonan lay quietly on his back, her gray-black face wearing a faint smile. She seemed to have already seen that after entering the basement, there would be those familiar faces waiting for the return of their former team’s darling…
Her consciousness faded bit by bit, gradually losing all perception.
Vaguely, she felt her mouth being pried open by something warm, and then something rolled down her throat into her stomach…
…
Mist churned, and snow and wind raged.
On the desolate, icy cliff, Cold Pavilion slowly released Si Xiaonan from his arms, carefully placing her on the snow.
He stood up shakily. Under the black cloak, countless fragments of exploded divine weapons were embedded in horrifying wounds. Scarlet blood flowed along his skin, quickly dyeing the snow red.
He spat out several sobering pills hidden in his mouth, and a smile appeared on his pale lips.
He looked tenderly at Si Xiaonan in the snow, murmuring:
“The God of Trickery… isn’t so hard to deceive after all…”
A faint light gradually lit up from Si Xiaonan’s abdomen, mysterious halos covering every corner of her body. Her body, which had been infinitely close to death, began to regain vitality at an astonishing speed!
Depleted life force surged again, her gradually shattered soul rapidly repaired, and her physical body, which had been dispersing due to transformation into the Dao, reformed…
Between heaven and earth, invisible laws frantically poured into her body. Her aura exploded, whirling the surrounding snow into a terrifying vortex that extended bit by bit toward the sky.
The second person in human history to become a god was about to emerge.
Cold Pavilion stood in the center of the blizzard, in front of Si Xiaonan. Covered in blood, he seemed to hold up the entire sky for her.
He gently knelt down and took the unconscious Si Xiaonan into his arms. His eyes, covered with snowflakes, slowly closed…
As his breath dissipated, a gentle whisper reached Si Xiaonan’s ears:
“Little South…
Go home for me…”
