He is the leader of the Tantric sect in Chagdu.

Chapter 91 Miya

the other side.

The battlefield fell into an unsettling silence in that instant. In the overhead view transmitted from the front lines, without any warning, the snakes that had been running rampant just seconds before suddenly ceased all activity.

After the murderous intent dissipated, the quiet snake was like a statue sculpted by a god. Its blood-red vertical pupils, which had originally burned with violence, now stared intently at Ai Yi, stiff and rigid like inorganic matter.

Ronan reacted almost simultaneously, directing the support team to aim all their guns at the snake's undefended abdomen, and then sent another private message to Ai, but received no response.

"Shall we take action?"

The "key point" of his judgment was exposed, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He hesitated and exchanged glances with Mia beside him. At that moment, the antlered girl was busy collecting the snake's scattered flesh and blood to enhance the effect of her ritual, while also piling explosives around the snake.

When asked the question, she rolled her eyes at Ronan.

"He hasn't given the signal yet."

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"But—" Ronan wanted to argue, but he quickly suppressed his impulse and nodded, "Then let's wait a little longer."

Without prior arrangement, the two looked at the snake woman's lower abdomen simultaneously—the twins inside had become sluggish at the same moment, stiff as if dead, and at this moment, their shape could finally be seen clearly.

A slender, boneless thing—scaleless and soft, a coiled, wriggling silhouette.

The land of vessels.

Without any hesitation, Ai silently approached the girl and looked at her hand movements: holding a withered twig, she was drawing some kind of pattern on the loose red sand—it looked like a bunch of strange, complex lines.

When a stranger approached, she seemed to have little reaction, focusing all her attention on her "creation" until Ai got close enough to whisper in her ear with a harsh tone, "What are you doing?"

"Pray," she replied inorganically, like a machine.

There was no feeling of being frightened, nor any hostility or anger—it was a very pleasant sound, even melodious—unlike the "hissing" and "roaring" outside, reminiscent of a broken flower stamen or a shattered ice cluster.

For no reason at all, an almost uncontrollable possessiveness surged in Ai Yi's consciousness—he looked at the girl in front of him, at her crystal-clear bright red eyes, her still childish face, her soft and immature body, and her stiff and pure expression.

The childish and withdrawn aura was like a sweet and pungent poison.

-interesting----

Indulging in this sudden desire, Ai, without hesitation, traced her fingertips to the girl's cheek, then pressed her entire palm against it—slowly moving down her slender neck, her knuckles dancing across her elegant collarbone, then her slightly curved chest and smooth abdomen—behind that thin, almost invisible, translucent veil, was a glimpse of fair skin.

Then there was the slightly trembling snake tail.

The fine, beautiful scales provide a cool, smooth touch, along with a numbing, pleasurable sensation of sinking in.

He didn't hold back, so he left a noticeable red mark that spread down the girl's delicate skin.

"What a nice view----"

Ai couldn't help but sigh, he had never experienced such naked sensation before: similar to the pursuit of survival or food, this was also one of the desires at the bottom of human nature—sexual desire—although it was passively aroused at this moment, it still made the fox feel unprecedented pleasure.

"You're not going to resist?"

Ai smiled lightly at the girl. From the beginning until now, apart from the first two words, she hadn't said anything else. Her eyes were filled with a dull yet intense crimson, but her trembling body revealed a certain fear in her.

"What if I want to do more?"

Ai shoved her fingers into the snake's mouth, ignoring the disgust and resistance on the snake's face, gently pinching the slender tongue. Then, looking into the snake's tear-filled vertical pupils, she whispered like a demon: "For example, imprisoning this soul's form here, desecrating it day and night—"

In her pale blue eyes, viscous, turbid fluid dripped down, the blasphemous and immoral pleasure almost overwhelming her consciousness. When the girl's face revealed an unconcealable sorrow, a despair that surrendered, and her violently trembling body curled into a small ball, Ai felt an irresistible impulse arise within her at that moment:

To seize—to kill—to consume, whatever the choice, dissolve everything into her body.

Xiao Bai finally couldn't help but remind him, "That's enough, you're about to crash—"

"impossible."

The light screen lit up before her eyes. Briefly escaping the temptation, Ai pouted, and the red liquid in her abdomen hummed. As soon as the gray mask floated up from her reverie, all the previous excitement vanished in an instant.

As if entering a super saint mode, Ai felt frighteningly calm. Even though she had suppressed the charming girl in front of her into a corner and felt that the next second might lead to a scene that would not pass censorship, she could still leisurely take a step back and think normally.

"Interesting—" he laughed.

Strangely, Ai didn't sense any criterion power, nor any sign of any secret energy surging—all the changes seemed to originate from the snake itself, as if it were her instinct.

An invisible yet overwhelming "temptation".

"A passive talent? That's incredible."

He tilted his head. "What's this, a serpentine succubus?"

Ai had long realized the essence of "temptation": it was the "influence" that had been spreading on the girl. On the battlefield in the real world, the cognitive veil set up by the Cleaners could block this influence, but inside the vessel, it became so powerful that it was hard to resist.

Of course, for Gray—these are all minor matters.

The cold glow required no human desire. Ai slowly crouched down, the snake, which was now curled up on the ground and slightly shorter than the fox, so that it could look directly into her eyes.

"name?"

The girl's hazy eyes trembled a few times, and after a moment of hesitation, she finally spoke slowly.

"Usoyege Varu Miya".

"It's a bit long, but much better than one of my lion friends," Ai joked.

He could roughly guess that the name "Holy Throne" was probably based on this person—but simply reversing two characters still made people laugh and raised questions about the average literacy level of Tantric practitioners.

"Why are you here?"

Ai lowered her voice slightly and continued, "Nobles—Usoyeg, it sounds like a family—my eyes are trying to tell me your origins—incredibly ancient, stretching back to the era of the origin of the scale insects."

Tracing back from the form of this soul, the White Beak Ritual flows with the principles of remembrance. Ai analyzes the "snake-like symbol" before her, and then chews and swallows all the secret knowledge that surges from her eyes.

"Nobles: Beasts covered in scales but without feet, hairless serpents—their origins are so ancient that they can be traced back to the time before the fall of Paradise—the serpent's form is contradictory and suspicious: they were originally beasts, yet they worshipped the power of dragons. Their slender bodies were despised by birds. Before the king of the serpent tribe was born, they followed dragons and attempted to molt into dragons, but failed."

"Their footprints have spanned almost all of history, and their ancient heritage has made them a powerful family—but at the height of their prosperity, the noble family was lost in a certain era, perhaps due to division or internal strife, the details of which remain unknown to this day."

Some say that there was more than one noble lineage, much like the contradictory and suspicious nature of a serpent's form: the Uzo nobles were perhaps the most elegant of them all, and their loss has been considered a deception and temptation that has permeated history—

The serpent, coiled around the sacred scepter, climbed to an unreachable place, swallowing what the world could not lose; this crime remains unforgivable to this day.

—The Uso Nobles—

Ai looked quietly at the girl before her, then frowned and whispered, "A lost tribe—the word 'lost' isn't something that can be easily applied. It must be something forgotten by the world to be called lost. There's no reason for you to appear in the nest in this era."

If it were just a "figure" that has been passed down, that would be fine, but what is standing in front of Ai at this moment is a genuine "soul" - although it looks strange, it has absolutely nothing to do with loss.

Miya did not refute. After confirming that this terrifying person had no intention of further infringing on her, she raised her head slightly and spoke in a trembling yet cold voice, like a noble girl who had been captured but was pretending to be strong: "I—I don't know why I am here."

When she said this, Miya seemed to be lost in incomprehensible confusion, like a shadow isolated from the world suddenly asked "Why do you exist?" and then falling into intense self-doubt.

"I----"

She spoke softly, as Ai's gaze softened, as she painstakingly recalled, bit by bit: "I—the eldest daughter of the Varou clan, Miya, I—my last memory, the cracks in history—the serpent that is not a serpent, disaster, slaughter—"

Stigma.

"I----"

"never mind."

Seeing Miya clutching her head in pain, Ai sighed softly and cast another induction spell on her head, preparing to use the ability of the Shadow Raven to directly read her memories.

"I'll do it myself—ugh!"

Just a second before Miya's memories were about to be accessed, a strange noise suddenly rang in my ears—a rustling sound, as if something smooth was crawling on a rough surface, accompanied by a series of fine, slight—disgusting bubbles bursting continuously, creating a barely perceptible ripple.

The next instant, a strange phenomenon occurred.

The scene before Ai's eyes suddenly changed: he found himself in a "third-person perspective," and driven by an inexplicable sense of crisis, Ai looked down—

He saw himself and Miya standing to the side from the perspective of an observer.

Similar to the scene on the inclined track, it's an experience of "contact with death".

A chill ran down Ai's spine: the "death omen" had been triggered.

"I will—die?"

Without providing any further information, Ai could only watch silently as her own figure fell to the ground below, dying without a sound.

Damn it!

A chill ran through him from the bottom of his heart. The next instant, his vision flickered, and his premonition returned to its original state. At this moment, time stood still one second before he was about to "retrieve Miya's memories".

"Sorry to bother you."

Sweating profusely, Ai Yi immediately gave up and abandoned her previous idea. Now she could only continue to verbally encourage Miya: "Don't rush—take your time, you'll definitely remember."

The girl rested her head on her tail, curled up into a ball and didn't move—so Ai could only wait—while acting as a cheerleader, she absentmindedly looked around.

He actually discovered something strange.

On the boundless, crimson desert, there seemed to be a huge silhouette crawling beneath the sand—Ai tilted her head, then her eyes lit up.

"Wait a moment, try to recall for a while."

As an outsider, Ai moved freely within the Land of Vessels—almost instantly upon noticing the anomaly, she was already standing before that figure.

"Oh—isn't this the Holy See?"

Ai, who resembled Womikochi, slowly squatted down and chuckled, "Haven't seen you for a few days, and you've gotten so bloated?"

".——"

Receiving no response, the head, mostly rotting, slowly rose, emitting an unbearable stench that even displeased the spirits.

Before me, buried beneath the red sand, lay a body too painful to look at—Saint Yami, long since lost his former elegance. His bloated body was covered with superfluous organs and tissues, making him look incredibly ugly.

A soul stitched together.

"Are you still alive? Or—is this the ascension you envisioned?"

In his final moments before death, unsurprisingly, the Holy See chose to dissolve everything within himself and merge with the "Serpent God"—as the creator of the serpent, he was qualified to "drive" this living body.

Unfortunately, this guy couldn't withstand that power at all—his mind was crushed by the chaotic souls, and there was no difference between him being dead and alive.

Ai said sarcastically, "To be transformed into such a disgusting monster is utterly devoid of beauty—tsk."

Those swollen and cloudy eyes struggled to open, looking at the familiar figure before them—as the "hub" of this soul, even though its consciousness had been squeezed to the brink of death by countless thoughts, it was still filled with rage when faced with the enemy who had driven it to the brink.

"hiss!"

A twisted slit is now the Holy See's "mouth," emitting a piercing hiss as it launches another frenzied attack.

"You! You thief who plots to usurp authority—die!"

Similar to the way snakes attack, those superfluous limbs all clung to Ai, but at an incredibly slow pace.

"Dude, you're hilarious."

Ai almost couldn't help but laugh, easily dodging these childish attacks by taking a step back.

"This is the land of vessels, and I am the intruder. Even though I am on your territory, the gap between us is as vast as an insurmountable chasm!"

He snapped his fingers, followed by a wild, arrogant laugh. A beam of flame shot into his blue pupils, and a holy throne writhed and twisted in the flames, its agonizing wails the most beautiful accompaniment to the moment.

"Your vessel is fragile, your skills are lacking, you secretly pass on forgeries, your mind is dull, and you have no real substance whatsoever—"

"You think you're worthy to compete against me?!"

—Dream on.

Ai stepped on the disgusting head of the Holy See, and after it was burned to charcoal, it actually looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

In a clash of minds, the Holy See is no match for a single blow.

Now that the Holy See has died, under normal circumstances, Ai could have tried to break through the snake's unguarded mystery—like destroying an unmanned Gundam—and completely dismantle its life structure.

However—there are still unrevealed secrets here.

With a flash, he returned to Mia's side—Ai tilted her head, sensing that the situation seemed to have changed imperceptibly—

Everything began to dissolve; the once scattered boulders and Gobi Desert were weathering away with a gentle rustling sound.

Dust billowed in, gradually covering everything.

In this scene of annihilation, only the area beneath Miya remained calm and serene. Ai Yi looked towards it and saw the picture the girl had been drawing from the very beginning—which, instead of disappearing due to the accumulated sand and dust, had become even clearer.

He crouched down and examined it carefully.

The murals resemble religious scenes: at first, there are scenes of prayer ceremonies with human figures, but in the end, they are painted as a series of crooked, irregular, clustered, seemingly still yet wriggling lines—repulsive lines.

"I remember now—"

As Miya looked at those twisted and bizarre lines, her body trembled involuntarily, then she suddenly choked up, and then burst into tears.

She murmured in a dreamlike voice, "The Uso nobility is extinct."

"The form of the snake has been possessed by filth."

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