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"Damn it, damn it, damn it! It's over, it's over! You must hold on, my boy! I will do everything I can; this is all I have left. Damn it!"
Lange's face was filled with anxiety, his eyes red and his breathing heavy, like a gambler who had lost everything and was now betting his wife to recover his losses. When he saw the blood flowing from Step, it seemed as if his breath was about to stop. He couldn't wait any longer. With a fierce expression, he drew a line across the ring on his finger, and an ancient scroll filled with the rich scent of time appeared in his hand.
At the moment the ancient scroll appeared, Lange's face showed deep reluctance. However, noticing Step's increasingly weak aura, he gritted his teeth and tore the scroll open.
"You bastard! This Level 9 Magic Scroll is the last treasure I obtained from the Void Temple! Even when I was backlashed by that Spirit Beast, I couldn't bear to use it. This is nearly an extinct Soul Guardian Scroll! But alas..."
Lange's face was filled with pain as he cursed continuously. The ancient scroll he tore apart suddenly turned to ashes, and a strange yellow light shot into Step's body, completely enveloping him in this golden glow.
Step's condition had been precarious, like a candle flickering in the wind. As the Soul Fragments of the Crimson Lotus Spirit were forcibly injected into him, not only did his body made entirely of Mental Power begin to collapse again, but even his true self was affected. The massive depletion of Mental Power meant that even with the recovery from the Serenity Pill, he could barely hold on for a moment longer.
If nothing changed, then even if Step ultimately wasn't possessed by the Spirit Beast, he would be rendered completely brain-dead due to the overwhelming invasion of Soul Fragments. Fortunately, at the moment when Lange unleashed that Level 9 Soul Guardian Scroll and enveloped Step in yellow light, the crisis was resolved.
A continuous stream of strange power seeped into Step's body from the yellow light, gathering in his mind and forming a bright circular Light Barrier. Under this Light Barrier's illumination, Step's nearly exhausted Mental Power began to recover at an astonishing speed, almost creating a Mental Storm.
At that moment within the Crimson Lotus Spirit, Step's body made of Mental Power slowly returned to normal amidst distortion and transformation. A brilliantly bright yellow halo spread from his body as if a candle that had been extinguished was reignited—now warm and alive, flickering vibrantly in the wind.
As Soul Fragments invaded his mind, a chaotic sea of memories caused Step excruciating pain. Vast spaces collapsed and ground cracked; although all this was illusory, the impact on Step remained ever-present. Moreover, there was an intensely strong resentment accompanying the fragmented Soul Fragments.
This intense resentment stemmed from the Crimson Lotus Spirit’s extreme unwillingness after death—a roar of rebellion against divinity. Anyone—even that deity who had once extinguished the Crimson Lotus—would have to endure this powerful backlash if they wished to refine it into an External Avatar.
If one could withstand it, then they would become an External Avatar; if not, then the Crimson Lotus would escape from the Outer Profound Fire’s confinement and take control through resentment, becoming a bloodthirsty demon manipulated by unconscious rage.
"Ugh!"
The pain was unimaginable; it felt as though his entire soul was being roasted over fire. Step's veins bulged as he clutched his head and let out a miserable howl.
Despite the protection of the Level 9 Soul Guardian Scroll, it could only ensure that Step's soul would not easily dissipate. There was no way to alleviate this pain coming from deep within his soul. If Step ultimately could not endure this unimaginable suffering, then he would still meet a grim fate—overcome by the resentment of the Crimson Lotus and ultimately be killed by Lange out of necessity.
"My boy! You must hold on! I've invested so much in you; I can't afford to lose! You have to hang in there; aren't you supposed to be special?"
Lange paced anxiously but found himself unable to intervene in this battle for Step’s soul. At this point, it was truly a matter of life or death—one step toward salvation or one step toward hell. He had already prepared for the worst; if Step ultimately failed, he would strike immediately to kill him—he could not allow the Spirit Beast’s resentment to take control and wreak havoc everywhere.
The Eternal Red Lotus, despite its fragmented Soul Fragments, contained memories that were far from diminished. Under the surge of intense resentment, these memories flooded into his mind like a burst dam, disregarding whether he could bear it, overwhelming him to the point of near explosion.
If it were only that, it would be bearable. With the Level 9 Soul Guardian Scroll, although he was in immense pain, he would not die on the spot. However, what was more terrifying was not the pain of the soul but the overwhelming mixture of memories and resentment.
He was merely a twenty-year-old youth. Even after his reincarnation, he could not change the fact that he had lived for over twenty years and possessed only that many years of memories.
Compared to the Crimson Lotus Spirit's millennia of memories, his two decades were insignificant.
This vast disparity felt like a torrent of memories sweeping through his entire mind, leaving him in a daze where he could hardly distinguish whether he was the Demon Spirit Crimson Lotus or himself.
This was the most frightening aspect and also what Lange worried about the most: Would he be washed away in this flood of memories and forget who he was? Would he be unable to hold on until the end and even come to believe that he was indeed the Red Lotus?
If such a thing were to happen, then he would be completely taken over by the Red Lotus. Although this takeover was not a true possession but rather an unconscious act of the lingering soul and resentment of the Red Lotus, it would still change the fact that he had been possessed. Once this occurred, Lange would have no choice but to kill him without hesitation.
"Who am I? Who am I? I am the Demon Spirit Crimson Lotus. I am Bu. Who exactly am I?"
Bu Mianrong's face twisted in agony as his mind buzzed incessantly. He found himself in a state of extreme confusion, where deeply ingrained memories from twenty years of personal experience collided violently with the incessantly invading fragments of Eternal Red Lotus memories, pushing him to the brink of brainwashing.
As the last Soul Fragment invaded his consciousness, it ignited a powder keg in his mind, resulting in an explosion. He could no longer endure this soul-deep pain; his body leaped high into the air before crashing down hard onto the ground. The surging energy within him erupted uncontrollably outward, wreaking havoc on everything around him.
A series of brutal and terrifying roars erupted from his mouth. At this moment, his consciousness had completely lost its way. Although the yellow light formed by the Level 9 Soul Guardian Scroll still enveloped him, it could only temporarily protect his soul from collapsing in this chaotic flood of memories.
If Bu could not awaken himself, there were likely only two possible outcomes: becoming a mindless monster or dying.
"It's not time yet; he hasn't been completely overtaken by the Spirit Beast's resentment. I'll wait a little longer," Lange said nervously, staring intently at Bu as he rampaged around destructively, beads of sweat forming in his palms.
At that moment, an unexpected turn occurred when Bu crashed through a wall of the attic and fell straight to the ground, unconscious.
"What... what is happening?" Lange was stunned and stared blankly for a while before moving closer to check on Bu's condition.
"He really has passed out... Did this work or not?" After circling around Bu twice, Lange wore a puzzled expression with furrowed brows and undeniable worry in his eyes.
In this situation, it was completely beyond Lange's expectations. He had only considered two possibilities: either to celebrate that Bu successfully fused with the External Avatar, or to take decisive action and kill Bu, who had been possessed by the resentment of the Spirit Beast after failing. There was no third option.
But now, Bu had unexpectedly fallen into a coma. He couldn't tell whether Bu had succeeded; at this moment, was he still Bu or had he become the Demon Spirit Crimson Lotus? Lange was confused and didn't know what to do.
"This matter is strange; I might as well wait a bit longer. First, I will seal this child's energy and make a decision once he wakes up."
As Lange murmured softly, his expression gradually became serious. He raised his hands and began to form seals in the air. In a moment, the wind and clouds gathered, and a vast energy surged forth, forming a seal made of gray and white energy that suddenly appeared.
"Seal!"
With Lange's low shout, the seal made of gray and white energy spun rapidly, transforming into a streak of light that instantly merged into Bu's body. A powerful aura that suppressed all things erupted violently, and a gray-white seal suddenly appeared within Bu's body. This seal resembled a shackle, binding all eighteen of his Acupoints along with two meridians, completely sealing his internal energy so that he could not move at all.
"Next, I will just wait for this child to wake up on his own. If it weren't for his soul being in a deep sleep while merging memories, it wouldn't be so troublesome; I could directly use secret methods to awaken him. I hope this time he won't be in a coma for too long; otherwise, Sean Sterling's Fellow will definitely come looking for me."
However, if he ultimately failed to fuse with the Crimson Lotus, I would have to kill him myself. This time was reckless; I have suffered greatly. If I really killed a student from Holy Light Academy, I wouldn't be able to stay in Crook Duchy any longer.
Looking at Bu, who had fallen into a deep sleep, Lange felt complicated emotions in his heart. Finally, he sighed softly and lifted Bu's body, stepping into the room.
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