A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World-Chapter 302: The Final Preparation.
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Inside the prison,
The entire space seemed to have collapsed, revealing a massive, gaping hole.
It was so dark and deep, it seemed like a hollow leading straight into the abyss.
At the very bottom of that depth lay an endless stretch of black water...as if the foundation of the world itself had been torn away, leaving nothing but darkness and liquid void.
And in the middle of it all,
The Apostle’s body floated, gaze staring upward.
[...I... have... failed...]
Its voice trembled, fragmented, barely holding together.
A low, sorrowful murmur swallowed again and again by the surrounding void.
Alone... crying... forgotten.
But then something began to move across the water as small ripples spreading outward like cautious footsteps.
Ting...
A step.
Ting...
Another.
Ting...
The black water shifted, parting gently with each movement as something... was walking across it.
The figure was made of shadow, a silhouette resembling a man.
Slowly, it reached the Apostle’s side.
[...Governor...]
The Apostle’s voice quivered as its massive form turned slightly, as much as its broken state allowed.
The figure of darkness did not reply.
It simply gazed at the Apostle’s shattered form.
Slowly, it began to kneel and gently caressed the Apostle’s pyramid-shaped head.
[...I’m sorry...that you had to go through this.]
A broken voice echoed, as if it too had long been worn down by something unseen.
The Apostle’s body trembled faintly at those words.
The black water rippled outward as its murmured back.
[...I... was not... enough...]
Its voice cracked, heavy with guilt.
[...I could not... fulfill... his will...]
The dark figure remained still and just listen.
Its hand slowly brushed across the Apostle’s head, as one would comfort something wounded...something precious.
[...No....You have done enough.]
The voice came again... soft, yet firm.
The dark figure’s head tilted slightly upward, as if gazing beyond the abyss.
Beyond everything...toward the heaven.
[...It is this world... that is no longer worthy.]
The Apostle trembled slightly at the words.
[...Governor... No... you—]
[Rest.]
The word fell gently, yet carried undeniable authority.
The Apostle’s trembling stilled, but it continued to cry out.
[...You... can’t!.. destroy... our... promised... beautiful... future!]
But its desperate, broken cry was cut short as the Apostle’s massive body slowly sank beneath the black water.
First the limbs then the torso.
...Then the pyramid-shaped head which was still turned upward, its hand reaching for the light... as if grasping for something it could no longer hold.
[...our... promised... future... my lord...]
The last fragments of its voice dissolved into silence.
And then... it was gone.
The surface closed over it without a trace... without any splash and disturbance.
Only a faint ripple that spread outward...
...and vanished.
The abyss returned to stillness.
But the words... they lingered.
The dark figure remained standing, unmoving.
[...Promised future... huh.]
It repeated softly.
Not in agreement nor in rejection but... as if tasting the weight of those words.
Then the black water beneath its feet trembled faintly.
[...A future built on lies and rejection...]
A pause.
Then—
[...is no future at all.]
The water rippled.
But this time, the ripple did not fade, as if it were responding to the dark figure’s emotions.
It spread endlessly across the abyss, as if echoing something far deeper than sound.
[...The Great Worlds have rejected us again... again... and again!]
The figure spread its arms, as if challenging the heavens themselves.
[...Why!!... Tell me!!... Oh great heavenly Daos!!... You accept the Divine Authority!!... So why do you reject us!!]
It shouted, and by the end, it sounded more like a sob... as it clutched its blurred face and sank to its knees.
Then the voice broke.
Not in rage... but in something far more fragile.
[...We just want... to live...]
The abyss trembled.
Not violently, but with a sad resonance, as if the void itself mourned with the figure.
But then,
[...So be it.]
The words fell flat as everything became stilled.
[...If this world refuses to accept us...]
The darkness thickened, coiling subtly around its form.
[...then we will no longer ask.]
The figure rose slowly, murmuring to itself as it recalled everything that had transpired while observing the secret realm within it limited sight.
[...The Divine Palace’s Immortal]
[... and the Anomaly...]
[...both are still within my capabilities.]
It had already expected the Divine Palace to intervene, as it had long been... informed.
Only the appearance of that Anomaly had been unexpected.
Even so, after observing the battle between the Apostle and that man, it judged that everything still remained within its control.
And it had already prepared a plan to... deal with both obstacles at the same time.
Then, a faint smile curved across its face as it recalled Ye Mo and Yan Moxuan... especially Yan Moxuan, the Emissary.
[...I did not expect the "Divine Blood" to appear here as well... so he succeeded, huh.]
A trace of jealousy flickered within its thoughts, but it quickly shook its head and smiled.
[...I will be... free soon as well.]
At that thought, the surrounding darkness began to stir restlessly, as if resonating with its anticipation.
The idea of finally being free, and no longer being rejected drew ever closer.
[...Now... it is time to stage the final trial...]
From within the depths of its shadowed silhouette, an excited voice echoed out.
[Oh... Ice Phoenix...]
[Oh... Azure Heaven...]
[Thank you... for all of your sacrifice—]
Suddenly, a massive grin tore open across the darkness on its face.
[For my true rebirth.]
Now, only one thing remained.... and that is the preparation to activate the hidden trial... the one left behind by the Divine Ice Phoenix.
With that, every condition would be fulfilled, and its long-awaited freedom would finally be within reach.
But then—
It paused slightly and turning back.
It cast one final glance toward the place where the Apostle had sunk as a brief silence lingered.
[...Rest well, Father.]
With those final words, the figure stepped forward
...and vanished into the darkness.
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While everyone and everything seemed to be undergoing countless changes,
And as fate began to stir and the final curtain drew near...
Meanwhile—
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"...Damn."
