If the Teigu, the Demon Blade Murasame, did not exist, even if she wished to blaze with brilliance, this would not be the moment.
But as Ling said, there are no "ifs" in the world; being chosen by the Demon Blade Murasame was simply because she possessed the qualification.
As the once-strongest power in the world, the Lighthouse Nation's national fortune naturally flourished, and the geniuses it produced were by no means few. Pity that the way they dealt with those exceptionally gifted espers drove talents who ought to have become pillars of the nation to choose a different path.
Of course, there were also those who, because of their own strength, nurtured other designs.
All in all, every country has prodigies who descend with the rise of national fate; the road they choose, however, is an unknowable question.
"National fate, is it? It's indeed a term that often appears within the mystical."
Unfortunately, fate has no form or shape, and the power of Angel Zhixin does not touch the mystical, so she naturally cannot see it.
"Every life in this world carries fate—only the amount differs."
"The Angelic Civilization also possesses fate. As the strongest civilization within the known universe of the Super God world, its fortune is absolutely immense. If it can be utilized, it should provide a considerable boost for you all."
"But that requires a method."
"In future, there should be existences of that sort joining the chat platform that links the myriad worlds—perhaps next time, or perhaps in a few years. It's only a small stretch of time."
For them, time cannot erase their existence; among angels, there is no such concept as dying of old age.
Some die carrying out justice, some live too long and no longer wish to live, and some lose the meaning to continue after the death of a partner. The ways angels die are few, but never has an angel died because their lifespan ran out.
Especially for those with a holy body like Holy Kaisa; for them, even death is only a change of form.
In the past, during conversations with Angel Yan, Brandon White arrived at a conjecture of uncertain truth: Holy Kaisa might truly harbor a wish for death.
Perhaps tens of thousands of years have wearied her heart, or perhaps her mentality has gone awry and Holy Kaisa has simply lost interest in this world.
If it were mere death, it would naturally be meaningless to Kaisa—only another way of living. Even if Death God Karl scattered her holy particles across the cosmos, requiring an incomparably long time for resurrection, that would still only be the passage of time; she would, in the end, revive.
What is truly terrifying is the death of the heart—the thinning of the soul.
To actively discard past memories, discard one's former self, lose all data and begin anew—would the Holy Kaisa at that time still be Holy Kaisa?
Whether or not this conjecture is true, one thing is certain: the Holy Kaisa of now has already adjusted her mindset, and even took a Pokémon with her.
From Angel Yan's words, the Pokémon Holy Kaisa took was a Snorlax.
Snorlax…
In Brandon White's mind arose the chubby fellow who loves to eat and sleep, whose whole body is soft, so soft one can even lie on its belly.
Is Holy Kaisa fond of that type of Pokémon?
It does make for a bit of contrast.
"A platform that links the myriad worlds, huh? God, could you tell me more?"
Zhixin looked at Brandon White with curiosity. She was truly fascinated by the chat group; even though Angel Yan had already shared part of the information with her, that information was too scant. Though it covered many areas, there was very little for each one.
Regarding that great existence, she very much wanted to know more.
"Rather than me telling you, it's better you see for yourself."
"Other than how we address it, its control over other aspects isn't that strict."
Brandon White smiled, touched his index finger lightly between Zhixin's brows, and a gentle white glow slowly flowed into Angel Zhixin's mind, accompanied by countless pieces of information.
While Zhixin swiftly digested the knowledge in her mind, Brandon sensed someone in the chat group @-ing him and sank into it.
Dongfang Bubai: "Those sects of the martial world are bold indeed—actually joining forces to try to kill me."
Dongfang Bubai: "In the past, I might have held a measure of scruple—but now? Heh."
Dongfang Bubai: "Since you've come, then stay."
In the world of Smiling Proud Wanderer, Dongfang Bai's expression was cold.
The Five Mountains, Shaolin, Qingcheng—she had not provoked them, yet they wanted to come and kill her.
And that Linghu Chong… Dongfang Bai knit her brows.
After joining the chat group, she had watched the memory replica of Smiling Proud Wanderer and chose not to have any involvement with Linghu Chong. As a matter of course, the trajectory of this world underwent a certain change.
She had known that would happen long ago.
But Linghu Chong's change was rather too great.
First was martial arts. The Dugu Nine Swords were within Dongfang Bai's expectations, but beyond the Dugu Nine Swords he had learned an extremely wondrous martial art—one that could not only simulate others' techniques, but even unleash greater power from them!
Within the martial world he had even earned the epithet: "Return unto others their own way."
After that, Linghu Chong rose without pause, challenging the great sects one after another—from the Qingcheng Sect to Mount Heng (Hengshan), then Mount Tai (Taishan), and at last to Shaolin and Wudang—without meeting a single equal!
Compared to the memory replica, his strength, even in its later stage, was far more formidable.
Three days ago, he even fought with Feng Qingyang atop Mount Hua. There were countless onlookers; yet within a mere hundred exchanges, Feng Qingyang was defeated.
Defeated completely, defeated to the point of sincere submission.
Though Dongfang Bubai remained the world's number one on the surface, everyone now said that Linghu Chong's current strength had already far surpassed Dongfang Bubai's, reaching some unknown realm—no worse in the slightest than Shaolin's Bodhidharma or Wudang's Zhang Sanfeng.
It was enough to make her laugh.
In this era where wondrous martial arts have generally been lost, how could they know how dazzling the martial arts of the past truly were? And how could they know to what heights Zhang Sanfeng and Bodhidharma had ascended in martial cultivation?
Of course, none of that mattered to her. She was merely puzzled by Linghu Chong's path.
She possessed an extraordinarily powerful talent; with a teacher's guidance and the special aptitude granted by the Sunflower Manual, it was natural that she could wield such strength at such an age. Linghu Chong did have talent, yes—but without much added cultivation, how could he possibly have advanced so quickly to such a level?
Though confused, Dongfang Bai did not think more deeply on it. The term "butterfly effect" had been mentioned by the group owner, and she remembered it well. She merely felt that because of her own presence, the trajectory of this world had become a little strange.
Without her involvement, could Linghu Chong really have become so powerful?
What interested her most now was that Linghu Chong had actually united with other sects to try to overthrow the Sun and Moon Divine Cult!
"The world has suffered Dongfang Bubai long enough," has it?
What virtue or capability does she, Dongfang Bubai, possess that the whole world should suffer because of her?
(The end of this chapter)