Chapter 551
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Chapter 551: Sacrifice
There was one immutable rule for the ceremony.
Every ceremony demands an offering.
It could be the blood of a unique race, a powerful emotion, or even something as trivial as a strand of hair. Across the multiverse, each mysterious ritual carries its own peculiar requirements.
But one offering transcends all others.
The soul.
In every corner of the multiverse, the most awe-inspiring, potent, and mystical ceremonies are ignited by the sacrifice of a soul—a cruel, unyielding law that even the Master of Ceremony cannot bend.
And not all souls are equal.
The value of a soul is dictated by its “plane.” The higher its plane, the greater its power, capable of unleashing unparalleled forces. Souls of the “Divine Throne” plane dwarf the worth of countless mortal souls scattered like grains of sand.
In Tatsumi City, the air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of an overwhelming force—a terrifying power radiating from flesh, blood, and spiritual essence, as thunder echoed through the sky.
The soul exists in two dimensions: the Soul Dimension and the physical realm. Deep within the human body, beyond flesh and organs, the soul resides in the marrow, coursing through bloodlines.
Spiritual essence.
One of the four foundational powers of the multiverse.
Now, in Tatsumi City, a man was offering everything—his spiritual essence, his being—to complete the ultimate ceremony.
“Let us begin,” Bai Yan whispered.
His voice trembled, his soul quaking as an ancient ritual stirred—a ritual older than Noah’s world, predating even the birth of this multiverse. It had existed as long as the Master of Ceremony itself.
Bai Yan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
He felt his soul transcend, detaching from his mortal body. His flesh disintegrated into dust, and yet, he felt an unprecedented lightness.
Now, he gazed upon Tatsumi City—and the entire world of Noah—from a vantage point far above, like a Savior clad in a black robe.
History unfolded before him.
He saw the lush, untouched lands of Noah in an ancient past, where life thrived without intelligent beings. Then came the Doomsday Race, humanoid conquerors who enslaved civilizations, sacrificing tens of thousands daily to their insatiable gods.
Pain and despair gave birth to a crimson mist, a harbinger of destruction, and accompanying deities.
Bai Yan witnessed the Noah
people, fleeing their crumbling
world under the Rainbows’
protection, arriving in the
current world of Noah. He saw
the wars that followed—the
near extinction of the Noahs,
their desperate prayers, and
the Rainbows’ eventual
salvation.
As Bai Yan soared, he felt an
immense connection to this
fragmented history—a vast
web of stories, pain, and
triumph.
But amidst it all, he saw them.
The Outer Gods.
Chaotic, colossal entities that
embodied destruction and
madness. Silent, they gazed
upon him, and though no
words were spoken, a
cacophony of voices flooded
his mind, dragging him into an
abyss of fear.
But Bai Yan did not falter.
Even as his soul began to
distort and decay, he resisted.
When the Outer Gods
threatened to tear him apart,
an icy emptiness enveloped
him—an absolute void.
And then, he understood.
This was the feeling of a soul
being sacrificed.
In a distant chamber, Merete
Chambers stood frozen, her
expression a mixture of
disbelief and anguish.
“Why did you do this?” she
murmured, her voice
trembling.
Tears welled in her eyes as she
clenched her fists.
“You raised her for this
moment, and yet you
sacrificed yourself instead.
Foolish. Reckless.”
Memories of her own past
surged forth—her forced
sacrifice under the Rainbow’s
decree. If, back then, her savior
had been Bai Yan instead of
the Rainbow… would her fate
have been different?
Suddenly, a searing heat
erupted from within her soul.
Her breath caught.
“The mark…” she whispered.
As the world of Noah teetered
on the brink of collapse, the
Savior’s soul ascended like an
angel, dissolving into the void
In Tatsumi City, Mu Ling knelt
silently, tears streaming as she
watched the one she adored
vanish.
The Savior had chosen
himself.
Through his sacrifice, the
Babel Tower would endure. His
will would persist, and the
world was saved once more.
The people of Noah rejoiced,
their prayers answered. Across
the land, both Noahs and
sinners praised the Savior of
Babel Tower.
But amid the celebrations, a
sword-wielding girl knelt
quietly in the streets of
Tatsumi City, her tears falling
like rain.
Her vow remained unbroken.
“I will keep my promise to you,”
she whispered.
In her heart, she knew:
No matter how deep the abyss,
no matter how vast the void…
She would bring him back.
