Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1143 - 208: Ascension

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At the top of the high tower, the Faceless Man glanced at Yu Miaomiao, who stood motionless in front of the great bell.

He had been trapped in this high tower for many long years. Except for the bottom of the tower, which he had never discovered, every detail of the twelve floors above he knew intimately; the murals on the first floor were etched deeply in his mind.

Yet, it was only now that he truly understood the essence of the ascension illustration among the murals.

In the painting, the fated one and the one inside the tower, their forms overlapped as they rang the great bell, invoking the phenomena of ascension.

This overlapping could easily be seen as two people facing the great bell, standing one in front of the other, the painting's perspective coming from behind them, seemingly to emphasize that there were two people, thus portraying another figure within the form of the one inside the tower.

But in truth, it referred to the fated one being within the body of the one inside the tower.

Isn't this precisely the case with Yu Miaomiao right now?

This dual-soul unity, rare as it is, isn't exceedingly uncommon; if broadly considered, Tan Wenbin is now a unity of three souls.

But there are differences among souls; those that are carried or that adhere to another have a clear hierarchy, with a primary and secondary relationship in terms of life chart and fortune.

However, for Yu Miaomiao, this equality is relatively balanced.

The "Yu Family Girl" was supposed to be the direct daughter of this generation of the Yu family, her status in the family much like Alii's in the Qin family now. Even oppressed by a cat, the essential nature bestowed by the Dragon King's Court remains unchangeable.

As for the cat, it is not a traditional accessory of the Yu family, nor a vessel for a cat demon's soul. It has always occupied an absolutely dominant stance in this body; Yu Miaomiao's foolish and arrogant traits are largely contributed by it.

The young lady recognized by A Yuan is this cat, the true main force traversing the waves is also this cat. Plus, after changes occurred to the Yu family, the Dragon King's Court has been redefined, so its current identity is not just a rebellious cat demon devouring its master. Strictly speaking, it is now the more legitimate Miss Cat of the Yu family.

This unique and equal dual-soul unity, both life charts empowered by the Dragon King's Court, is the reason they can each contribute to the great bell.

"Hehe."

The Faceless Man chuckled lightly, believing that the young man must have long understood the implication of that painting.

How laughable that he, within the chess game, remained muddle-headed and confused all along.

Luckily, the Luck life chart is complete, the path to becoming immortal is open, and our generation shall ascend!

The Faceless Man raised his head, bathing in the rosy light, spreading his arms wide.

Though faceless, two streams of tears flowed down.

He had guessed his own identity, yet he cared not; if his existence's purpose was to fulfill the obsession with becoming immortal, then let the facts speak!

Whoever wins is right; whoever becomes immortal is the true self!

Once I become immortal,

you,

are nothing but a discarded encumbrance of the past!

...

At the base of the tower.

Purple chains were violently clashing.

The man in the black robe was in a frenzied rage.

However, no matter how fiercely he struggled, it was futile. The cage he had designed for himself would continue to imprison him.

Gradually, he calmed down, his eyes fixated on the chessboard in front of him, which he had already won:

"Become immortal... then become immortal, become immortal!"

Obsession was extracted, but obsession could still spawn.

Sometimes, belief and disbelief are not so important in the face of reality.

...

Though the tower gate was not shut, as the rosy light descended, it instantly enveloped it.

Thus, Li Zhiyuan stepped down from the threshold and exited the tower just in time, else he too would have been engulfed.

Above, the emerald dome gradually took on a multicolored hue, extraordinarily splendid and solemn.

Inside the high tower, the restless dead on each floor all quieted down, ceasing to move or strike at the walls, and returned to their original seats.

The once surging crowd of corpses halted altogether at first, then collectively knelt down.

This posture they had maintained unknown ages in the Kneeling Corpse Pit.

Not just the crowded ones on the platform, but throughout the visible area, every shadow within the emerald barriers was now bowing toward the high tower in reverence.

Looking around, this scene truly stirred one's heart with awe, like the descent of an Immortal Palace, akin to entering paradise.

Lin Shuyou spun in place, his mouth agape, having grown up in a temple filled with depictions of immortal gods, but he had never imagined he would one day witness such a sight firsthand. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

So those depictions in the temple... were not false?

Tan Wenbin retrieved a camera from his backpack, a prize from a divination and Feng Shui exchange in Jinling he attended on behalf of Brother Xiao Yuan.

After unraveling the shockproof mat and waterproof cloth, Tan Wenbin began taking pictures with the camera.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The shutter kept clicking, despite the film being long used up.

Yin Meng kept taking deep breaths, deeply shocked but pondering whether Emperor Fengdu's Daoist Field was equally magnificent.

Run Sheng licked his lips, "Grandpa, the Immortal is here..."

In such a scene, the deep-seated fantasy about immortals seemed to be illuminated by reality.

Even those with the firmest wills couldn't help but waver, believing that there truly were immortals in this world and indeed a path to becoming immortal.

The multicolored rosy light was gradually covering each emerald barrier, unveiling a dreamlike worldly spectacle, with the dome above brewing a magnificent and profound glaze, as if a grand, delicate figure slowly descended, akin to an immortal poised to arrive, ready to guide all to ascend.