Capítulo 964: Chapter 718: Fate Has Its Own Plans He looked up and saw Black Crow sitting with his back to him, his shoulders trembling slightly. In the hall, the Mercury Wooden Horse was nowhere to be seen. “Black Crow…” he said weakly. Black Crow did not respond immediately. He lowered his head, as if re-donning the crow mask, then turned to look at him: “You’re awake? Any abnormalities in your body? Has Tanomu controlled you?” Igula shook his head gently. Looking at the blood-stained crow mask, he asked, “Did you let her go?” “You know she won’t give up easily.” “You know Harvey and the others are still up there. Perhaps the Mercury Wooden Horse has already been killed by them.” ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 “You know she might be lying, and if she survives, she will lead the Four Pillars God Sect to continue rampaging in the Senluo Wasteland.” “But you still let her go.” Igula looked at Black Crow’s chest: “And in your heart, no Blood Crow was formed by guilt.” Black Crow was silent, only looking down at the Gray Fox Blade on his lap, as if confessing, or maybe praying. Igula gazed at him quietly, suddenly asking, “How did you heal my wounds so quickly?” Gwen took out a copper wine bottle, and Igula actually had a vague recollection: “Isn’t this the Mercury Wooden Horse’s bottle?” “This is Caw Blood Wine she brewed from the corpse of a Holy Sanctuary Mage,” Black Crow said, his distorted voice still carrying a hint of post-crying resonance. “Pour it on the wound and ignite it with fire, it can quickly stop the bleeding. Before leaving, she told me how to use this bottle of wine.” Afraid that I’d die and Black Crow would regret it… Igula smiled faintly and asked, “Is there any wine left in it?” “There’s still a little less than half,” Gwen said. Igula: “Tamasi, bring three cups over, let’s drink.” Black Crow said, “You drink, you’re the injured one.” “No, we have to drink together.” Igula said, “Let’s have a toast.” “Toast to what?” Black Crow brought over three cups and asked in confusion, “We let the Mercury Wooden Horse go, we already failed…” Igula struggled to raise the glass and said, “Let it be… a toast to Fate’s own arrangements.” Although Gwen and Black Crow were a bit confused, they didn’t reject this suggestion. Gwen raised his glass: “A toast to our safety.” Igula smiled wryly: “The way we are now… a little deviation from safety.” Igula left unsaid, Black Crow was also wounded all over, only Gwen was slightly better, but also lightly injured. Black Crow looked down into the clear Caw Blood Wine in the cup and raised it: “Then I’ll… toast to a new beginning.” On the fifteenth level of the Silent Spiral, the three cups clinked softly together. The eighteenth level of the Silent Spiral. When Ash walked out of the Fog Gate, he found the Fog Gate behind him had disappeared. Though there was no way back, Ash wasn’t particularly panicked. He looked around and found that it was actually a tropical forest, lush with trees, cicadas chirping, birds flying, and in the distance, the sound of waves crashing. He followed the sound and saw a beautiful beach. A figure in a dress was strolling barefoot on the beach. Ash intended to walk over directly but thought better of it and removed his steel-soled boots, stepping barefoot onto the sand as well. The delicate texture of the sand seemed to massage every inch of his sole, a delightful sensation Ash hadn’t had in a long time, sending a shiver through him. He then caught up with the figure ahead. There were only their footprints on the beach, like two lines about to converge. Suddenly a wave hit, and the residual tide covered their ankles with a refreshing, pleasant touch that made Ash want to call others down to play. “Silver Lamp.” When there were five steps left, he took the initiative to call out. “You came just in time.” Weiser pointed to the sky, “There was just a big rain, so now it’s a post-rain sky blue, isn’t it beautiful?” Ash glanced at the sky, then at her—indeed, she was wet all over, like she’d just been under the rain. But her words reminded Ash of a song lyric: Sky blue waits for the rain, and I’m waiting for you. “What are you doing here?” Weiser asked. “I don’t recall sending you an invitation?” “I heard you were constructing a Destructive World Technique here, so I came to have a look,” Ash said. “Destructive World Technique?” Weiser chuckled, “There’s no such thing—even an Angel has no power to destroy the world, right?” “However, my being here is indeed related to destruction.” She glanced at Ash: “You know Senluo is Lord Zhan’s dreamscape, right?” “So, destruction is actually a very simple matter.” Weiser said lightly, “This is the bottom-most level of the entire Kingdom of Senluo, the closest place to reality. I don’t have any Destructive World Technique; the reason I went through so much trouble to get here is because—” “This is the place where it’s easiest for Lord Zhan to awaken.” The waves came again, soaking their ankles, taking away a bit of sand. The sun beat fiercely, the distant cries of seagulls echoing, a small hermit crab climbed out of the sand, bumping into Ash’s foot. “So did you succeed?” “Halfway, I suppose.” Ash couldn’t help but laugh: “Did Lord Zhan fall back asleep?” Weiser didn’t answer, but asked instead: “Don’t you think that the first seventeen trials of the Silent Spiral are very much like checkpoints in inheritance?” “A normal person would never collect seventeen Great Skills, and even if they did, they might not make it through seventeen trials. But if someone accomplished these two things and successfully reached the eighteenth level, what do you think it would mean?” Ash thought for a moment: “It would mean she’d be noticed by Lord Zhan?” “Or rather,” Weiser said, “this is how Lord Zhan selects an inheritor.” “The Silent Spiral is essentially the Senluo inheritance.” “Lord Zhan is gradually awakening. And I am about to gradually fall asleep.” “I will replace Lord Zhan, becoming the Dream Master of the Kingdom of Senluo.” Weiser looked at Ash and said, “I am the Destructive World Technique.”