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Chapter 341. Feng Shiman's Departure from the World

Jiang Jianxin stared at the black cloud and fell silent.

【Isn't that... Feng Shiman?】

She frowned and asked.

The only one capable of controlling the wind to create such a massive spectacle is the wind-elemental war giant, Feng Shiman.

When the converging winds formed a sky-piercing tornado at the headquarters of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals in northern Haidu, Jiang Jianxin had already guessed it was him.

The future plan he revealed to me was to instantly gather clouds to form a vortex, and then use Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals' lack of predictive sequence to instantly destroy them.

The plan seems to be progressing smoothly. From her vantage point, the northern part of Haidu has been transformed into a vast ocean of raging winds. Dozens of cyclones of varying sizes are raging wildly, and the former high-rise buildings and industrial parks have all vanished, leaving only debris and fragments swirling in the wind.

The headquarters of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals in Haidu has clearly been reduced to ruins by the sudden and violent wind pressure.

But... how did this black mist in the wind get involved with me?

Why does my scythe shrink when Feng Shiman attacks?

Jiang Jianxin asked directly.

[Because the "His Majesty" of the Second Mental Hospital launched a psychological attack on him, he directly activated the "blood sacrifice" method to defend himself.]

Intuition explained it.

The pathway is called a "path" because it connects to gods beyond the realm, and the end of the blood sacrifice connects to the god of death and silence.

[Your scythe has lost a significant amount of power due to the blood sacrifice process, so it's become weaker.]

Jiang Jianxin's brows relaxed; all the clues had now connected into a clear trajectory. She clapped her hands lightly, and said in realization:

【So that's it! 】

I thought the blood sacrifice path led to some evil god, like a demon, but it turns out it leads to a legitimate god of destruction?

Intuition let out a soft "uh," and then explained to her:

[It can't be an evil god... Didn't you notice? When the blood sacrifice is activated, all talents and abilities are greatly enhanced.]

This illustrates that the power transmitted through this pathway is a primordial force capable of permeating all things.

The gods who exist beneath the truth possess power with specific attributes, making such inclusiveness impossible. Only the primordial god, who transcends the truth, can achieve a state of being without affixation or form, merging freely according to circumstances.

Intuition concludes:
They can draw power from all things, and also merge into all power. Like the ocean embracing all rivers, they can perpetuate life—this is the eternal essence of divinity, above all truth.

After its guidance, Jiang Jianxin instantly understood many things. She thought for a moment, then asked regretfully:

If the blood sacrifice is activated... Feng Shiman... will die immediately, right?

The first half of her life, filled with manipulation and torment, ultimately ended in the most resolute way.

The significance of blood sacrifice may be that it allows even the most insignificant person to burn themselves out and deliver a final blow against fate.

I wonder if this ending will lessen the regrets in his life.

Yes. But those who die along the way will tread the path to its destination.

The voice of intuition was calm and profound.

Jiang Jianxin keenly grasped the unspoken meaning in the words:
【What do you want to say? 】

The Mechanic, along with many other deities born from the truth, are attempting to interfere with and invade this world.

Have you ever considered that Death, the god of truth... has already made his move?

Jiang Jianxin frowned slightly:
You mean...?

Those who transcend truth will act even faster.

Intuition slowly reveals the truth:

Those who possess the means of blood sacrifice have essentially been offered a position by the Grim Reaper.

Some people will never use this method in their entire lives, and the appointment letter will naturally become invalid.

But if someone activates it, then they have accepted Death's offer.

Intuition paused for a moment, then continued:

The first thing to do in a pre-employment physical examination is to remove excess Yang energy.

……

Ten thousand meters above the other side, a stagnant black wind slowly eroded the last golden light until it was completely swallowed up.

Finally, the endless darkness coalesced into a world-splitting wind blade, which resolutely slashed down. "Boom—"

After the loud bang, the world seemed to fall silent.

Feng Shiman felt the scorching power within his body rapidly cool and extinguish, like the receding tide.

The raging black mist swept back from the wind, rushing back into his body as if to reclaim an overdue contract.

He was completely enveloped by thick black mist, and he could clearly feel his limbs quietly disintegrating in the biting cold, his lungs being silently eroded, and his life leaving him in a silent way.

The backlash from the blood sacrifice did not bring intense pain, only a bone-chilling cold that froze his consciousness inch by inch.

Feng Shiman watched his gradually decaying body in the darkness, and with his last glance, he looked up at the sky.

The clouds had long since been scattered by the gale he stirred up, and the once azure sky had sunk into darkness, just like his life—

Until death, it was all gray and gloomy.

Fortunately, it's all in the past now.

It is said that when one is on the verge of death, memories flash before one's eyes like a revolving lantern.

However, the long-term mental control and torture had already torn his memory into pieces, like shattered stained glass. The once brilliant patterns were reduced to scattered, broken, and meaningless lines.

He had come this far to avenge his parents, but on the verge of death, when he tried to recall their faces, what appeared in his mind were the images that Black Eye Pharmaceuticals repeatedly played back for him—those faces contorted in pain from drug injections, and their cruelly dismembered and mutilated bodies.

Fragments of memory swirled rapidly in the depths of consciousness, like pages of a book turned by a gust of wind.

Those excruciating pains, like ink soaked in water, are gradually spreading and fading, eventually merging into a blurry expanse of light and shadow.

In this final, almost luxurious tranquility, Feng Shiman's consciousness drifted back to an ordinary afternoon long ago.

Sunlight streamed through the arcade's huge stained-glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat and candy, and the deafening music and game sound effects filled the air.

Amidst the clamor, he saw a pure white sword aura sweep across the scene like a crescent moon.

It didn't sever any physical object, yet it seemed to cut through some invisible constraint.

The next moment, countless white, fluffy dandelion seeds, carried by the air currents stirred up by the sword energy, suddenly rose into the air.

Lightly and silently, it filled the entire sky of my mind.

got windy.

He looked at them, those fragile yet resilient little fluff particles.

They broke free from their withered flower buds, bid farewell to the silent earth, and were finally lifted by the wind, drifting towards boundless, azure freedom.

“Buzz————————”

The wind howls mournfully; it is the final roar of power before its collapse.

The massive column of wind began to disintegrate from the inside, breaking apart inch by inch. The clouds carried by the wind lost their violent support and, like torn cotton wool, slowly and weightlessly floated upwards and dissipated.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no angry roar of resentment.

The figure of the wind element giant, amidst the gentle, boundless clouds, was like an ink painting soaked in water, quietly spreading, fading, and until it completely disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, inside the Third Mental Hospital.

Chi Piao listened to the sudden howling wind outside the window and slowly stood up.

She walked to the window, her expression slightly composed, and whispered to the sky:
Goodnight, old colleague.

"pat..."

The lights in the emergency room went out with two beeps, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

Chi Piao immediately turned around, strode forward, her voice filled with barely suppressed urgency:

"Doctor, how is the situation?"

The doctor, fully equipped with a disinfectant mask, shook his head with a furrowed brow.

"Multiple organ failure, I'm afraid... his days are numbered."

Chi Piao paused for a moment, then, fighting back tears, asked again:
"How long is 'not much'? Can it last until the New Year?"

The doctor stared straight at her and slowly, heavily shook his head.

I'll write down the details of the route first, otherwise I'm afraid I'll forget when I get back.