novelonline Chapter 2564 The Story of the First Fire
Chapter 2564 The Story of the First Fire
Chapter 2564 The Story of the First Fire
The figure in the mist was obviously a female. When she got closer, Xia De was sure that she was a witch, at least at the twelfth level, and it was not impossible that she was even at the thirteenth level.
She made very little noise as she walked on the black sand beach. She walked there in a daze, and then stopped when she was stimulated by the light of the campfire. She then raised her head and looked forward.
His eyes just glanced at the two men by the campfire on the left and then looked straight at the small boat next to the pier.
"I've really come here. It's time to leave."
Both Shad and Mr. Nelson heard her whisper and were about to continue walking when they suddenly turned around and looked at Shad, as if they had just realized what they had just seen.
The strange witch widened her eyes in disbelief:
"what?"
She noticed something unusual about Shad.
No matter what she had been thinking, the witch gave up the idea of getting on the pier immediately and walked straight towards them. Mr. Nelson immediately moved away from her, and the witch didn't care about him at all. She bent down and grabbed Shade's wrist very rudely. She looked at him for a few seconds before letting go and looking at her palm in disbelief.
Xia De was already used to their impoliteness, and as soon as the other party reached out to grab him, he immediately knew that the other party was a genuine thirteenth-level cultivator, and he had no confidence to dodge.
"I've been here for so long and I've never met anyone who wants to sit by the fire. I didn't expect two of them to show up at once."
Mr. Nelson muttered quietly and continued to move to the side, trying to get away from the obviously mentally ill witch. This was common sense for survival in the Fifth Era.
Xia De didn't move. He thought to himself that since his mission this time was just to "wait with the mortals for the person who was about to leave", there seemed no need to communicate with others.
Of course, even though he thought so, he still spoke:
"Ma'am, you are so rude."
The witch widened her eyes and asked:
"What are you? Male or female?"
"Of course it's a male."
As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers together, and a small flame emerged from the tips of Shade's fingers. The three people beside the campfire all looked at the flames, but their thoughts were completely different.
So Xia De flicked the trigger and the flame flew into the bonfire in front of the three people. The originally dim flame immediately shot up. The sound of burning finally came from the fire, and the slightly depressed mood that originally existed was completely melted away silently in the jumping of the flame.
"First fire?"
The witch was even more surprised, and Xia De also looked at her in surprise:
"Do you know Chu Huo?"
"Of course, the modern-day fire-wielding nun is mine"
The witch opened her mouth and looked across the flames at the small boat resting on the black water:
"Whatever you are, it doesn't matter."
She shook her head and turned to go up the pier, but she turned back after taking just one step and saw Shade grabbing her sleeve:
"Would you like to chat? Since you want to escape from all this, then talk before you leave completely. Are you worried that you will give up the idea of leaving just because of this brief chat?"
he asked with a smile.
"A clumsy way to provoke a general."
Even so, the strange 13th-level witch hesitated for a moment and did not move forward. Xia De knew that he had to give her a way out, so he took out a cushion and threw it on the dark sand, and the witch sat down again.
She stretched out her hands and made a gesture of warming herself by the fire, closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and let out a long breath. Shade did not disturb her to relax, and the witch just rested for a while before asking:
"What do you want to ask me?"
She really saw through Xia De's purpose.
"Ma'am, do you know where this is?"
"Border. If you don't know about this kind of place, it's best not to go there. You just need to know that this ship can take you to a place where you can never return.
When I first knew about this place, I thought that witches who took the initiative to look for this place were cowards, but I never thought that I would end up like this."
She laughed at herself, her expression much more vivid than before:
"Anything else you want to ask? I'll leave after you've finished asking."
"Did you know?"
He wanted to ask about the god, but when the words came to his lips, Shade swallowed them. It seemed rude to talk about the god in front of him, so the cautious Shade changed the subject:
"I see that you seem to be a thirteenth-level witch. Are you a member of the council? Oh, my name is Shad Hamilton."
"I'm Anya Bullock. I'm not a member of parliament. I'm an alternate member of the Death Attendance Committee. Now I only have the qualification to attend."
In other words, this lady is qualified, but because the seats for councillors are full, she must wait for the witch in the corresponding seat to die or give up the seat for other reasons before she can be filled up. This is the same as Miss Feliana whom Shade met in the "Thousand Trees Forest".
"Death~ Speaking of which, do you know where the ship here will eventually go? Mr. Nelson over there just said that this ship is not heading to death either."
Shade pointed at the surging waters, and the witch also looked over there:
"Yes, this is not the path to death, but it is also not the so-called 'unknown' place as written in the book, nor is it outside the world of 'no return'."
She hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"The ferry boat collects memories, emotions, and all power, allowing the soul to return to its pure state at birth. Afterwards, the boat will allow those pure white souls who are unwilling to turn back to occupy the body of a baby in the belly of an unborn soul, allowing them to walk the path of life again."
"what?"
Mr. Nelson looked over in shock, but he didn’t see Shade, who was even more shocked:
“That’s it.”
“Living a new life will leave new marks on those souls. In this way, when they reach the end, even the world will only recognize their identity in the second life.
This is the true abandonment of everything in the past. This is a more thorough way to erase one's own traces than to crush one's own soul. After entering death with a new life, no one will remember the original story. Hamilton, you look surprised, don't you know this?"
"I actually came here by mistake."
The witch who was about to leave frowned slightly:
"That's a bit troublesome. Although I know how to get in, I don't know how to get out."
Xia De immediately shook his head:
"No, no, I don't need to bother you with leaving. Don't be in such a hurry to leave, let's talk more!"
Xia De, who had always believed that the way to die in this world was to "reach the end", said:
"What you just said, about starting over after the soul is cleansed, is this a common thing?"
The witch turned her head, staring at him with her golden eyes, then suddenly turned her head back and closed her eyes. She tried to peer into his soul but was nearly burned by the flames. That was indeed the power of the First Fire:
"Of course it's not common. The soul is born from the mother's womb, and then reaches the end with the collapse of the body and reintegrates into the world. This is one of the most basic rules of this world.
Starting a second life again is equivalent to betraying one's own sacred soul, and is also equivalent to extending one's own life in disguise, which is against the laws of nature. "
The witch explained, and with a blurry vision, she saw Shade draw a circle in the sand with his finger:
"But isn't reciprocation also one of the rules?"
"That is the rule of fate, not the rule of death. Besides, the souls of all things will eventually decay. Even if you try to escape the end with a new life again and again, you will only degenerate in the end, and what you eventually become will no longer be yourself."
She wiped away the traces of Shad left on the sand with her hand:
"Don't think too much about it. The rule of time is to keep moving forward, but there are always people who can go back; the rule of death is that everything will die, but there are always people who think they can delay. All those who try to play with the rules will find that they are also being fooled by fate."
"If you know so much, why do you come here?"
Xia De asked her seriously, and the witch Anya Bullock smiled:
"Did you say all this just to say this? Strange man, are you trying to persuade me to stay?"
“If it’s a mistake to throw everything away and never look back, why make the mistake?”
Xia De asked again. The witch's eyes caught sight of the bonfire blessed by the First Fire, and her expression softened a little:
"Only young people would think like this. Sometimes, people have to do something even if they know it is wrong. Life is so unreasonable. Would you like to hear my story?"
Shade immediately sat up straight. He loved listening to stories. Even Mr. Nelson, who was curled up on the side, was listening quietly, but the witch didn't mind:
"I lost my parents when I was young, and I didn't study at the Witch Academy in a big city when I was young. My sister raised me up. After I awakened and became a witch, she agreed to the request of an old nun who came to her door and was willing to become a fire-bearing nun in order to raise money for me to receive witch education. At that time, we didn't know what this meant."
So the sister of this thirteenth-level witch in front of you is also a witch, and the role of a fire-wielding nun cannot be played by an ordinary person.
"My sister and I separated, and I grew up little by little, becoming stronger and stronger. It took me 150 years to reach the thirteenth level, and I was only one step away from the highest seat.
My sister has always been the fire-bearing nun. Although we don't meet often, we have always kept in touch. She once said that she wanted to find those scattered flames of the First Fire to prevent the flame from gradually extinguishing, so I really found one for her. "
The pupils of the witch who was roasting the fire slightly dilated, as if she saw the past in the firelight. The crackling sound of the burning bonfire and the surge of the tide became the background of her storytelling, and the feeling of emptiness and loneliness continued to surge into the hearts of the three people.
(End of this chapter)