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Yama's Wedding
Yao Guang reached for her eyes, only to feel something wet beside them. Looking closely, she found her hands covered in blood.
The pain was unbearable, a sensation that made Yao Guang wish for death, yet she felt unable to stop.
The Aquatic Race and Soldiers stood frozen, staring at Yao Guang in her current state.
The battlefield was silent, the massive Dragon Lord lying motionless on the ground as if dead. Yao Guang clutched the Golden Wheels tightly in her arms.
Crimson streaks flowed down her pale face, as if they could not be stopped.
The entire scene was surreal; there was not a whisper of wind in the air, as if time had frozen at that moment. Not even a breath could be heard, only a woman silently shedding tears on the battlefield, the ground around her soaked in blood.
“Hahahahahaha.” Looking at the Dragon Lord sprawled on the ground, Yao Guang suddenly erupted into laughter.
For a Dragon Lord, for herself, so many lives had been sacrificed?
Who was she? What was she? She realized she was perhaps the most selfish person here. If it weren't for her, they wouldn't have died; if it weren't for her, Xue wouldn't have died. If it weren't for her cowardice and fear, Xue would not have chosen to perish alongside the Dragon Lord to protect her at the last moment.
Everything was her fault, but why did she still live in this world? She should die; she should go join them!
Suddenly, Yao Guang understood everything. It was all her fault; thus, she should pay an equal price.
She took Xue's essence into her embrace and raised her hand, preparing to strike at her own spirit point.
Before Yao Guang stood the Dragon Lord, who had previously seemed to be on the brink of death, suddenly rising to his feet. Yao Guang watched in astonishment as the Dragon Lord crawled up from the ground, the large wound on his chest, once the size of a bowl, was rapidly healing. Although the heart within remained absent, the scales on the outside were indeed mending.
Yao Guang was bewildered by this turn of events. The blood that had been pouring from the Dragon Lord's wound had ceased as it healed. The once grayish-white scales were gradually returning to their golden hue.
"I never expected him to be so formidable, wasting so much of my magic to heal himself!" The Dragon Lord looked down at Yao Guang with an air of arrogance, immediately noticing the pair of golden wheels hidden beneath her chest.
What was happening? Yao Guang marveled at the sight of the Dragon Lord, who appeared as if he had never been injured at all.
But it shouldn't be like this. She had witnessed the Dragon Lord fall from the sky and had seen him in a state of weakness. Yet now, before her stood a vibrant and vigorous being—who else could this be but the Dragon Lord?
What was going on?
To understand this, one must go back to when the Dragon Lord's heart was crushed by Xue. Indeed, Xue had shattered his heart with his true form. The heart was essential for circulating blood and housed both his soul and magic. In a moment of carelessness, it had been destroyed by Xue, leaving the Dragon Lord severely weakened and causing him to plummet from the sky.
Yao Guang had truly seen him lying there, barely alive; it was real because his own healing magic could not keep pace with Xue's destruction of his heart. Thus, the Dragon Lord had been unable to mend his wounds properly.
He could only lay there helplessly, quietly entering a state of suspended animation. It was this very state that led Yao Guang to mistakenly believe that both Xue and the Dragon Lord had perished together.
During that time, the Dragon Lord had silently concentrated all his magic around his wound, breaking through the barrier that Xue had set around it.
The reason he couldn't quickly heal his injury earlier was precisely because Xue's essence had laid down a barrier near his wound, preventing any magic from approaching even slightly.
Now that he had broken through Xue's barrier, the Dragon Lord could naturally heal his wounds rapidly. His magic also recovered during this process, transforming him into his current state.
"It was just an injury; how could I, the esteemed Dragon Lord, possibly die so easily?" The Dragon Lord scoffed at Yao Guang's astonished expression as he stood tall once more.
He truly wanted to kill the Star Lord before him, but he had just promised that man not to harm Yao Guang. He couldn't be someone who broke his word.
Seeing that Star Lord had pushed himself to the limit and managed to inflict such a heavy blow on him, the Dragon Lord felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He never expected to be hurt so badly, and in that moment of falling from the sky to the ground, he felt as if he was on the brink of death. It was the first time he experienced how close death could be, a sensation he had never encountered before, which intrigued him greatly.
"Why... why are you still alive?" Yao Guang spat at the Dragon Lord, filled with resentment. Why was he still able to stand? Why was he standing there so full of life, disdainfully speaking to him?
Why was it not him who died, but Xue?
Yao Guang looked at the Dragon Lord before him, his heart filled with bitterness. Why did the sacrifice have to be Xue and not the Dragon Lord? If it weren't for this Dragon Lord, Xue wouldn't have ended up like this.
This world wouldn't leave him all alone. Everything was the fault of this Dragon Lord standing in front of him.
If Yao Guang's gaze could turn into a blade, the Dragon Lord would have died a thousand times over.
"Leave! I just promised that man I would let you go. Since I'm in a good mood now, you should hurry and get out of here! I won't pursue what happened before!" The Dragon Lord looked at his body, which had completely healed without any injuries, and generously spoke to Yao Guang.
Ha! Is this what it means to be an upper-class being? No matter how many insignificant lives are lost in their eyes, they will always be unworthy of mention! Should they die for this? Should Shu and Xue have sacrificed themselves in this war? Why? Why were they not the ones who died? Why did it have to be his Brothers and Xue?
A surge of anger welled up within Yao Guang, rising up to his chest. With a "puff," he spat out a mouthful of blood. (To be continued.)
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