Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1099 - 157: Youthful Version of the Living Desert

Chapter 1099: Chapter 157: Youthful Version of the Living Desert

——That was a light that was pure, clear, clean, utterly untainted.

Nearly dense enough to be liquid, the light continuously flowed out from Husky’s chest before soaking back into her body. It was like a spring gushing forth from the ground.

Under the erosion of that light, Husky’s skin gradually cracked open and then healed immediately. Bothered by the discomfort of "light being obscured," she simply stripped off all her clothing.

In the repetitive cycle of cracking and healing, sharp and sword-like radiance burst from Husky’s body like countless eyes that opened and closed repeatedly.

But there was only one real eye.

That eye was also a heart, and even more so, an umbilical cord.

Just like an umbilical cord connecting a mother and her infant... before the immense essence of Annan, she was precisely that "infant"!

She did not speak, nor chew, nor digest, but was directly connected to power through the umbilical cord.

That was the invisible umbilical cord leading to the Radiant Realm, towards the cosmos!

And because it was an umbilical cord, the power that could not be "digested" by the infant... could be absorbed by Annan, then infused back into Husky’s body.

The essence of the Radiant Element cultivated by Annan to its limits, flowed from the highest heavens down the invisible umbilical cord, straight into Husky’s heart.

If Annan were a fire of utmost holiness and brilliance.

Then those who gazed upon this fire would likewise have light in their eyes.

Like the moon reflecting the sunlight... That was the radiance of Annan mirrored in the depths of their eyes.

Finally, with the erosion of the Radiant Element.

Husky’s pupils completely transformed into light—her pupils turned into pure silver, as immaculate as the moonlight; her long white hair fluttered and wildly danced behind her.

The pure white Radiant Elements condensed in the material realm, like one after another feather gleaming with light.

These feathers of light joined together behind her, overlapping to form a pair of white wings. Yet their shape resembled dragon wings.

Husky’s entire being floated upwards, until she was as tall as Poppy, or even taller.

The radiance that burst forth from her chest and then transformed into white feathers of light surrounded Husky in a halo.

The radiance emerged from these feathers, continually diffusing around her.

The shadow demon residing within the Dragon Well tea, under the erosion of that light, let out painful, piercing screams. And Poppy seemed to be fixed in place by the light... like swimming in a pool of glue, the more he struggled, the more immobilized he became.

The Light of the Chariot exerted an absolute suppression on the fallen.

The light merely shone upon the land, and the shadow demon began to shrivel at a visible rate.

He could not move—an inch of movement, and the shadows would turn into smoke, continuously seeping out from his facial features. The intense agony caused him to gradually evaporate, like a piece of meat sizzling and browning on a hot plate.

The originally delicate and refined features of Dragon Well tea distorted into a hideous expression from the shadow demon’s pain. If it weren’t for the fact that "blood," that type of fluid, was already completely absent in him, perhaps two trails of bloody tears would still seep out.

"...What is this?!"

The voice of Poppy, laden with layers of echo, was filled with shock.

The sand-cloaked visage began to shatter and crack under the irradiation of this light.

The grains of sand suddenly calmed down.

Not because they had escaped Poppy’s control.

But like sand filled with water, turning to mud, even turning to swamp... after being permeated by that light, they became exceptionally heavy. The falling sand that served as Poppy’s armor was precisely because the pressure of controlling so much "sand" was increasing.

Or perhaps...

It was the sand "domesticated" by Poppy that no longer saw him as an ally.

The sandstorm subsided.

Restless sands calmed down in a moment and regained clarity. They did not hasten to drain the vitality from Poppy but also no longer ignored his presence... It was as if a mind-controlled neutral unit had recovered its senses.

And just by existing, these sands continuously caused erosion, rapidly draining Poppy’s power away. Much like using salt to draw out the moisture in food, his Transcendent power was also gradually being sapped by the sands.

Poppy could only concentrate his own strength, removing a large amount of sand, focusing power to control the remaining small portion of sand, to ensure he wouldn’t be completely drained by them.

However, as the brightness of the light gradually increased... as if dusk were reversing to noon, it became increasingly difficult to control even a small amount of sand.

"You are the demon known as ’Wither.’ Possessing the power of ’plunder’ over the living. But your real trump card, is these sands."

Husky’s voice flowed smoothly with the interpretation: "You didn’t directly attack us, relying instead on shadow fiends’ restraint, and needing to raise a sandstorm... This is because you do not possess direct control over these sands."

She certainly didn’t know these secrets.

But when Husky saw it all, she had an epiphany and immediately understood the truth.

In her eyes, the form and essence of things began to gradually separate.

At a glance, one could directly understand their essence.

It was not so much Husky analyzing as it was Annan articulating his own analysis through Husky’s mouth.

Husky was nearly indulging in this state of omniscience, continuously narrating: "These are the sands of the ’living desert’—you stole a part of the living desert’s sands, placed them proportionally in your own created desert, causing them to be massively diluted, and thus losing their demonic nature.

"Because in the living desert, Transcendent power is gradually consumed... and the power of the fallen ones is devoured at seven times the speed. If you do not dilute the sands of the living desert, you simply cannot control it!"

Husky spoke decisively.

On the other side, Annan was also saying something in sync with her.

And the light bursting forth from Husky grew more intense.

It was as if the contrast was being continuously turned up.

The whole world soon was left with only black and white.

The immensely powerful shadow fiend was completely dissolved by the Light of the Chariot.

Even the membrane that Longjing Tea had once used was also purified. Nothing of shadow remained within the visible range of the world.

And Poppy was greatly restrained by the Light of the Chariot as well, unable to use even a bit of the fallen one’s Transcendent power—his massive sandy demonic body was gradually breaking apart, completely reverting back to that delicate young girl’s form.

But his complexion was exceptionally pale.

Because beneath his feet, the desert was reversing, devouring his power at seven times the speed! In the blink of an eye, he was stripped of everything that could be stripped. But the desert was still finely sipping at him.

The intense sense of emptiness caused him great pain. It was as though a piece of his own bones was missing... and this pain covered his entire body.

Yet Husky’s expression did not take pleasure in his misfortune.

She became more solemn and dignified than ever before, holy to the extent that even Thirteen Fragrances felt it was unfamiliar, completely unrecognizable.

Thirteen Fragrances even felt... perhaps Husky’s inner self was already being transformed by this power.

...He hoped she would be alright.

Husky continued to recite calmly: "In the living desert, the moment one loses light, they will be devoured by the irrational desert. ’Light’ is the key to maintaining the desert’s rationality.

"The reason it’s twilight here is because this is the time in the desert’s heart where the evil souls are half-awake; while maintaining the demonic nature of the living desert, it also allows someone like you, who ’lacks light,’ to borrow your own power to control it. You’ve somehow etched this ritual ground into your own spiritual world and, relying on the fallen one’s power, blurred the boundary between fantasy and reality.

"The twelve bound stone pillars placed here—they symbolize the True God, for deities are the living pillars of this world. And the one broken pillar in the middle symbolizes the deceased Charioteer, for she is the hidden thirteenth True God; the reason they form the shape of a clock is to hint at the Chrono-Law ritual.

"That is to say, the essence of this ritual is to express the mystical knowledge that ’the foundation of the establishment of the Chrono-Law ritual is the death of the Charioteer.’

"And on you, there must be a part of the broken golden chain from these pillars—by this chain, you swapped the concept of yourself in this ritual ground for the successor of the ’Charioteer.’ Then with your ’Wither’ power, to deceive the half-awake living desert to fight for you..."

Annan read up to this point and subconsciously took a breath.

This probably meant...

The "awakening" of the living desert might also be related to the Charioteer!

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