Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 536: The End (Extra update, subscribe please!)

Chapter 536: Chapter 536: The End (Extra update, subscribe please!)

Medici Royal Academy.

Inside the library.

Kerry was standing before the history bookshelf, browsing through the spines of books filled with a classical charm.

"As expected of the Royal College’s library, I love it here. Many historical books that aren’t available in the outside world can be found in this collection..."

His gaze swept over one ancient tome after another, and his spirituality was suddenly stirred.

Yes!

After obtaining the mysterious knowledge of a "Spirit Child" as his first Sequence, through working for gentlemen such as Mr. Li Wei, he had taken the opportunity during the New Year’s holiday and managed to advance.

After all, Kerry’s foundation in the mystical was solid enough, and his progress was even more remarkable than Johan’s.

By now, he had indeed become a true "Spirit Child."

The greatest feature of the "Spirit Child" lay in their higher spirituality compared to other first Sequence professions, enabling them to read more mystical books, learn more rituals, and engage in divination.

At the moment, he was following the guidance of his own spirituality and pulled out a book, "The Gogol Collection of Poems."

Kerry wasn’t surprised to find a collection of poems in the history section.

In ancient times, scholars didn’t strictly record history but would turn significant historical events into various poems and songs for recitation.

The most famous among these were historical poems written with various legendary heroes as the protagonists.

With a bit of excitement, Kerry turned to the first page, "A ferocious wind blows across the land where the stars have fallen, to compete for the damp bone forest, the lion and the twin butterflies began their contest..."

"The Mother of Insects ascended in the east, countless nobles of blood knelt upon the ground, they betrayed their original master, their original father, and helped the Mother of Insects defeat the fallen bronze..."

"Among all the grand entities, the Furnace is the most irritable, the most powerful one... It once slew the Bull-Horned Helmet..."

"It?"

Kerry was reading the odd poems, feeling quite awkward until he came across this particular word.

"This is an honorific in grammar. In ancient times, one would have to be at least a Demigod to be referred to as ’It’... Of course, it’s more likely to be... referring to those old gods!"

"Not a single scholar dared to record the sacred names of the old gods; they could only use various symbols and signs instead. The so-called ’lion,’ ’twin butterflies,’ ’Mother of Insects,’ ’Furnace’... they should all be infamous in history, the bloodiest, most brutal, most evil of the old gods... But their exact names have not been passed down, or perhaps... they only exist in some secret histories?"

"What a pity. I heard that inside the Royal Academy, there is also a secret library, where history books might record some of the true names of these old gods?"

While Kerry was contemplating, he saw a young man with golden hair and blue eyes, clad in an elegant long robe, approaching.

He was like the moon amid the stars, even without any deliberate action, he unconsciously drew the gaze of all.

He was the second Prince of the Medici Royal Family, His Highness Emmel Medici!

The prince walked straight to the history bookshelf, his eyes flickering unnoticed upon the "Gogol Collection of Poems" in Kerry’s hand, and he asked with a smile, "Do you like history?"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Kerry quickly bowed and responded, "I am particularly interested in that part of long-lost history when the old gods abdicated and the new gods rose."

"Having an interest in history is good, that period was also the stage of the great explosion of civilization, and the complete system of the extraordinary world was formed. But remember..." Prince Emmel advised seriously, "one must not recite the names of those deities... It can lead to all sorts of misfortune or even terribly horrifying events."

"Of course, only in the Lord of the Gate do we believe!"

Kerry answered solemnly.

After another pleasant conversation, Prince Emmel seemed to mention offhandedly, "I’m hosting a social gathering this Wednesday, at the Alchemy Club, you may come."

"It would be my honor!"

Kerry quickly bowed deeply, sending off Prince Emmel, and with many envious eyes upon him, he clenched his fist tightly.

After becoming a "Spirit Child," he had finally garnered the favor of a significant figure!

...

Inside the Mojito Mansion.

Zhong Shenxiu sat before three lit candles, conducting a ritual.

"I pray to... the great existence within the boundless mystery, the favorer of truth, Lord Shenxiu..."

"I implore you to bestow your grace upon me, to let my spirit soar, and to cleave forth an incarnation..."

This method of creating an incarnation often requires beseeching a secret existence, fraught with uncertain risks.

If the being addressed is not of this world, then the best-case scenario is receiving no response.

Otherwise, you might directly create a personality that is hostile toward you, forging an enemy out of yourself.

Or you could be implanted with various memories, becoming a mad believer of that secret existence.

Even worse, you might be used as livestock, giving birth to terrible abominations from your own body.

However, for Zhong Shenxiu, all of this was quite simple, as he could pray to himself.

In the next moment, he felt his True Spirit within his Primordial Spirit vibrating in response.

The ritual candles burned fiercely, the surroundings suddenly became illusory, and an invisible door was unlocked.

A surge of light burst forth, reflecting a shadow of Zhong Shenxiu.

Within the radiance, a wisp of darkness split from the shadow, inflated abruptly like a breath, and became a black figure, a perfect replica of Zhong Shenxiu!

Zhong Shenxiu concluded the ritual and exhaled.

Colors gradually filled the pitch-black figure, and it turned into a flesh-and-blood living person in an instant.

’This counts as... a shadow clone, its power is far less than that of a second Primordial Spirit...’

This was intentional on Zhong Shenxiu’s part.

After all, if the power is too great, and the world you go to is too weak, it becomes a vacation, not a tribulation.

The so-called tribulation must involve life-and-death crises, and only by surviving them can one truly have transcended, so being too powerful is actually disadvantageous.

"Then... off you go!"

Zhong Shenxiu opened the Door of Ten Thousand Paths, watching as an even more ancient and mysterious gate within the void swallowed the incarnation, his expression turning deeply inscrutable.

This was still the first time he had observed the crossing through the Door of Ten Thousand Paths from the perspective of a bystander.

...

Upon a dark land somewhere.

An invisible door in the void opened, mysterious symbols flickering to reveal a figure—it was the incarnation of Zhong Shenxiu!

"Another new world, eh... I seem to sense a whiff of corruption, reminiscent of Da Mo..."

His expression slowly turned grave as he recalled all information concerning Da Mo.

In the next moment.

Zhong Shenxiu felt a powerful sense of danger.

He abruptly looked up, gazing into the starry sky.

He saw the twinkling stars suddenly transform into a multitude of fallen eyes.

A decaying, corrupt dark figure surfaced in his heart.

That immense shadow gradually ascended, turning into a gigantic, ferocious vertical eye that stared unrelentingly at him.

"Am I to die... Are these the remnants of Da Mo in this world, or is it His early preparation for revival?"

"Has He changed the rules of this world, such that mere thought of Him invites scrutiny?"

"This memory is a curse!"

"Crap, this is a trap..."

Zhong Shenxiu raised his hand and saw his body rapidly dissolving.

The transmigrator, perished!