Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1375 - 878: Parasite

In Ying Xiu’s blood-red eyes, Baili An was reflected, containing deep hatred:

"If it weren’t for this coward ending his own life, plunging his dearest ones into boundless pain, how could his birth mother become maddened day by day!

For commemoration, she even went to the extent of using a strand of his hair and breath to create me.

If not for someone treating me as a mere replacement, how could I be so pitiable as to strive day and night to imitate someone else just to survive!"

Every word from Ying Xiu was filled with blood and tears: "I sincerely tried to please Ying Ji, but her treatment of me was to utilize me to the utmost extent.

She merely wanted to reminisce another soul through my façade! This is what you owe me! This is what you owe me!"

Inside the hall, under Ying Xiu’s frantic accusations, the atmosphere was momentarily oppressive and silent.

For a long time.

Baili An lowered his eyes; his gaze as clear as autumn water, icy like snow and frost, tinged with coldness: "Has a dream lasted so long that not even you can differentiate between dreams and reality? If my mother truly considered you as my substitute, why would she name you ’Ying Xiu’?"

Ying Xiu froze for a moment, speechless.

Baili An said no more, flicking his fingers, sending a clear spirit light over, which fell into Ying Xiu’s spirit platform.

A cool sensation spread from Ying Xiu’s forehead, his whole body shook, feeling his spirit platform suddenly clear; the dust-laden memories of two hundred years were breezed away by the spirit light.

Memories hidden in dark corners surfaced slowly, like scattered light spots and foam from the depths of the sea.

Ying Xiu’s eyes were chaotic, sinking into distant and forgotten memories.

He saw his soul fragmented and mottled, for a moment glimpsing countless versions of himself, endlessly floating in space.

He was originally from the earth veins of Houtu, unseen by the world, a tiny microorganism wandering through life.

Without consciousness, without entity, even his soul was fractured and pale.

Like the most primitive soul structure, unaware of time’s length, leaving no trace even within the Six Realms.

Like a mushroom spore, wherever it falls, it parasitizes.

Life for microorganisms like him, smaller than dust, is always brief; with stronger winds, they vanish without a trace.

Unwilling to accept his inherently weak and small existence, like a fish dying for water, a tree parched to death, a strong will to live drove him to see hope in a Puppet’s body.

Unhesitatingly, he absorbed Soul Power from his kind, weakly and frantically striving to merge and parasitize the empty shell.

At that moment, he wished nothing else, hoping for God’s mercy to obtain this body, to attain rebirth, altering his obscure Life Plate.

It seems there really is a god in this world...

This was his thought when he opened his eyes, seeing light from a colorless world!

He was overjoyed, feeling as the most favored and fortunate being in the world.

He knew this shell was called human.

Created by the highest, yet infinitely lonely ruler of Central Netherworld as a mourning artifact.

He claimed it as his own, then learned to walk, eat, cultivate, eventually growing into a youth.

When he changed this shell beyond recognition, that woman gave him a name.

Ying Xiu.

At that time, the woman with sorrowful eyes said he had received what he desired, now he could travel far away.

He knew he had personally destroyed the last semblance of her son, leaving no trace.

But facts proved, after becoming human, the heart beneath the shell grew increasingly unsatisfied.

That once sky-high Wish, contrasted by desire, became insignificant, worthless.

What he wanted was not merely a parasitic shell.

In that moment, he wished to deceive all, to become Baili An.

He made a Wish, and the divine spirit appeared again, fulfilling his desire once more.

Everyone, including himself, also believed that he was the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, the deceased and resurrected Baili An.

Ying Xiu lay on the ground, watching the dust and sand slowly float under the light; his breathing gradually slowed, heart dulled and numb from the penetrating wounds, body temperature dropped, feeling as though dying again.

His pale lips muttered: "This isn’t real?!"

His origins, his birth, born from his life’s pursuit, how could it be a deceptive and fraudulent life?

So laughable, so tragic.

Like a dwarf in lead actor’s costume, singing grand scenes momentarily, Star Sea vastness.

While in secret suffering confusion and vicissitudes as a clown.

Ying Xiu laughed deliriously, tears streaming into his sideburns; he raised his blurred and mottled face, eyes vacant, looking in Baili An’s direction, chuckling: "It shouldn’t be this way... my ending shouldn’t be like this, right?"

In the National Governance Hall, silence prevailed.

The crowd seemed to understand something, looking at Ying Xiu with eyes of pity and tragic compassion.

Baili An looked down at Ying Xiu, eyes profoundly dark, serene to the extreme, like lake water without ripple or wave; he slowly squatted, speaking: "Do you still not understand? It’s not my mother who owes you, but your strong survival desire parasitized upon her solace, thus accomplishing who you are now."