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A familiar voice, a familiar smile.
Though her appearance had changed, her essence remained the same.
She had become a Corpse Spirit, a vividly lifelike Corpse Spirit. The moment she spoke, I was completely stunned.
Then, as if pulled by some unknown force, I found myself irresistibly stepping closer to the Corpse Spirit!
Suddenly—
Bald Qiang yanked my wrist hard.
I turned to look at him and said softly, "Let go!"
Bald Qiang seemed taken aback by my attitude. His face flushed with urgency as he exclaimed, "Are you crazy? Dong Tong is long gone! What’s in front of you is something that could kill you!"
"She is Dong Tong."
I hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said to Bald Qiang, "I can feel it; she is Dong Tong. Even though her appearance has changed and her power has become terrifying, a person's Vitality never changes! Looking at her, I can see what lies beneath the surface!"
Yes, that was how I felt!
Even though the figure before me resembled a Corpse Spirit, the soul that governed this body carried the essence of Dong Tong!
Bald Qiang was stunned, but his grip on my arm remained tight. He glanced between me and the Corpse Spirit, clearly struggling with his thoughts.
He was struggling, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted to go over and ask Dong Tong what she had experienced during this time and why things had developed to this point!
So, I slowly pushed Bald Qiang's hand away from my arm and took another step forward.
The last time we parted, I owed Dong Tong a life. Afterward, she disappeared without a trace. If she still existed, then she also owed me a greeting—a sign of mutual well-being between friends!
In summary, whether it's the Corpse Spirit or Dong Tong ahead, I must go up and greet them!
I pushed past Bald Qiang, who tried to pull me back, but he was stopped by Zhengyang.
"Let him go. This is indeed Dong Tong! It's just that she has changed!"
Zhengyang glanced at the woman standing not far in front of me, smiling softly, his expression somewhat complicated as he said, "Perhaps the only person she won't harm now is Xia!"
Is it really Dong Tong?
Zhengyang's words confirmed my thoughts, but they also brought more questions. If this is Dong Tong, why does Zhengyang look like that?
Regardless, I resolutely walked over to Dong Tong. In an instant, a fragrance reminiscent of orchids and musk filled my nostrils.
This scent was subtle, the kind that was pleasant without being overwhelming, just right.
I knew this was Dong Tong's fragrance; even in this eerie environment, it was refreshing, much like her—perfectly pure and elegant, like a lily.
She stood there gracefully amidst the ruins, untouched by dust, tilting her head slightly to look at me. Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep emotions.
"Xia, long time no see."
After a long while, Dong Tong finally spoke. She raised her slender hand and slowly waved it outside the Crimson Killing Intent that enveloped me, as if caressing my cheek and feeling my outline. Finally, she gently closed her eyes and smiled faintly at the corners of her mouth. After a long pause, she sighed softly and said, "You have finally become strong. I'm truly happy for you."
I moved my lips and forced a smile.
She instinctively lowered her head and spoke in a voice barely audible to me, "I can't go back."
What does that mean?
I froze for a moment.
At that moment, Dong Tong instinctively took a step back, seemingly trying to deliberately distance herself from me. "I really can't go back anymore. Once I walk this path, there's no turning back, and I don't want to turn back. During this time, I've seen so much and learned about things I could never have imagined. For the first time, I truly understand this world, and I hope to do something meaningful."
"Our beliefs are no longer on parallel lines, so from now on, we are enemies, not friends!"
Dong Tong took another step back and glanced at the forlorn figure of the Rakshasa behind her. With her head lowered, she said, "I know what this person means to you. But he is equally important to me, perhaps even indispensable. So, I'm afraid I can't let you kill him."
"Why?"
I instinctively shouted out, the violent emotions that had been suppressed in my chest bursting forth in that instant. My Killing Intent surged dramatically, my body enveloped in a blood-red flame as my power seemed to grow stronger. Everywhere I looked was tinged with crimson. Unable to contain my feelings any longer, I reached out toward Dong Tong and stepped closer to her. "Why won't you come back? Is it another matter of stance? Another so-called battle between good and evil? None of that really matters; we can solve it together. I can't stand the questioning looks from your parents every time I visit them. I can't bear my guilt any longer; it torments me day and night. I must bring you back to your world!"
As I moved forward, Dong Tong continued to retreat.
After retreating several dozen steps, Dong Tong suddenly stopped and swung her hand down forcefully between us.
In an instant, a torrent of Eerie Energy erupted!
A chilling wind swept through, causing my Protective Killing Intent to waver significantly; it was clear she could hurt me, and my steps involuntarily faltered.
"Don't push me anymore, please. This isn't about good or evil; it's just the path each person chooses based on their circumstances. This is my choice; please don't force me."
Dong Tong halted and finally raised her head. Unbeknownst to her, tears streamed down her face as she gritted her teeth and said, "Before coming here, I already guessed that the foolish Rakshasa would surely attract outside attention. The moment he appeared, you all would definitely follow. I left messages urging you to leave because I didn't want to face this moment, yet in the end, you still came!"
So it was Dong Tong who had carved the messages at the entrance of Atlantis Ruins and the Serpent Woman's Homeland; she was warning us!
I stood there in shock as Dong Tong resolutely turned away from me and walked determinedly toward the massive lotus flower.
Watching her retreating figure, I knew that from now on we would be like strangers on separate paths; when we met again, we would be enemies.
I finally understood why Ghost Granny and Zhengyang had such expressions; it turned out Dong Tong had truly changed—she was no longer the person she once was.
The current version of her felt utterly unfamiliar to me.
I watched her step by step until she reached the lotus flower. At that moment, the white beam of light emanating from Voldemort's Heart of Atlantis had gradually dimmed and weakened, eventually fading away to nothing.
Though we were far apart, I could still see Voldemort open his eyes and slowly rise from the center of the lotus bed!
"Good! Good! Good!"
Dong Tong clapped his hands repeatedly and said lightly, "After nine thousand years, you have finally awakened. Return to your master's embrace, Voldemort!"
Strangely enough, after a moment of confusion, Voldemort nodded and suddenly stood up from the bed!
It was then that I noticed this Last Monarch of Atlantis was quite tall, nearly six feet tall. Even though his insides had been completely hollowed out, resembling a mummy, there were no signs of shrinkage in his flesh or height. As he stood up in the middle of that enormous crystal lotus coffin with his hands behind his back, he truly exuded an imposing presence!
"Another monster, along with a Corpse Spirit and a Rakshasa ghost. With these three stirring up chaos, it’s bound to be a bloody storm!"
Ghost Granny gritted her teeth and said, "We must keep them here; they cannot be allowed to leave! You all stop the Rakshasa ghost and the Corpse Spirit while I take care of Voldemort!"
With that, Ghost Granny made to rush out but seemed to remember something and quickly halted. She turned to look at me and said solemnly, "We can't act on impulse now. Don't let emotions bind your hands and feet; be decisive in your killings. The Rakshasa ghost is incapacitated; this is our best chance. Do you understand?"
With that, Ghost Granny charged out like a whirlwind!
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