RPAGF Chapter 459 Awake?
Chapter 459 Awake?
When an ancient bell is struck, the sound seems to come from ancient times. It starts with a steady and heavy "dong", like a huge stone thrown into a quiet deep pool, and the sound waves instantly spread around.
In this world, the sound of the bell is the only ruler. It echoes ethereally, hits the red walls of the building, and is gently bounced back, caressing the carved beams and painted rafters, but without disturbing a speck of dust.
The long aftertaste is lingering and winding, weaving through the halls, bypassing the solemn Buddha statues, and brushing against the quiet cushions, like invisible fingers playing a silent Buddhist song in the air.
Each echo is like a lonely traveler, wandering in the empty corridor, the footsteps gradually moving away on the bluestone slabs, gradually blending into the endless silence.
The sound of the bell floated out of the temple and passed over the pines and cypresses in the courtyard. The branches and leaves trembled slightly in the sound waves, as if in silent response.
It rushed towards the distant mountains, and was gently sent back by the mountains. It turned back and forth repeatedly in the valley, becoming weaker and weaker, until the last trace of trembling dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only the empty space that seemed to be washed away, lingering in the heart, making people think about the length of time and the insignificance of life in this emptiness.
Consciousness slowly returned, but Su Mohui felt as if she were in a fog, lost and at a loss. She subconsciously lowered her gaze, staring blankly at her own hands. They were pristine, without a trace of the horrific stain of Cthulhu, yet her heart felt empty, as if she had lost something vital.
At this moment, a clear female voice suddenly rang out in this quiet temple, breaking the silence and awakening Su Mohui's confused mind.
"Finally woke up?"
Su Mohui's hollow eyes gradually regained focus. Slowly regaining consciousness, she rose from her cushion. Looking around, the temple was deserted, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing in the silence. Her heart was filled with both peace and confusion. She softly asked, "Where... is this place?"
All she received was dead silence. The other party didn't appear, nor did they answer. Yet, in an instant, the surrounding scene distorted and shifted like a dream. Su Mohui's vision blurred, and she saw the black-and-white photo hanging on the red wall. Looking at the photo, an inexplicable bitterness welled up in her heart, but she couldn't remember why she felt this way.
"Hasn't I been corrupted by the god Cthulhu? How come..." Su Mohui muttered to herself. Before she could finish her words, a woman in white pajamas approached from behind with light steps. She raised her hand to adjust the black glasses on her nose. Her gaze was as sharp as a torch, staring intently into Su Mohui's eyes. She said, "There's something wrong with your reincarnation. I'm here to help you fix it."
Su Mohui could clearly sense the kindness emanating from the woman before her. Her curiosity piqued, she inquired, "Are you... the Director?"
The corners of the woman's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile. Then, she slowly pulled out a large pink water cup from mid-air, took a sip of water, and then slowly said, "To be precise, I am a recorder."
Recorder? Su Mohui silently repeated this unfamiliar identity in her heart, and then asked, "What's wrong with my reincarnation?"
"You really don't remember?" the woman said, reaching out her hand and pawing at the air, as if grasping for an invisible clue. She turned her head, her gaze resting on Su Mohui again, and explained, "Simply put, the system is being manipulated by the power of Cthulhu, and your consciousness has been tainted by it. You've fallen into Azathoth's dream through reincarnation. If I had arrived a moment later, you might have been trapped in His dream forever, unable to escape."
Su Mohui nodded gently, looking at his hands that were gradually becoming transparent. He then looked up at the woman's every move and asked curiously, "So, is my reincarnation over?"
"Not really." The woman stopped what she was doing and walked over to Su Mohui, saying seriously, "As long as your consciousness remains, the cycle of reincarnation will not end... But, you are already infinitely close to the truth."
"You should go back." As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's figure gradually dissipated into the red wall like smoke. Just as her figure was about to disappear completely, her red lips opened and closed again, calling out loudly: "Su Mohui——"
As the last syllable fell, a sudden thunderclap exploded in Su Mohui's mind. The surrounding scene churned rapidly, as if being tormented by an invisible hand. At that moment, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the sun hanging high overhead, swiftly shredding everything around it like a sharp blade. A powerful and mysterious force suddenly grabbed Su Mohui's body, tightly entangling her consciousness and carrying her towards the sun!
"Hmm?" A familiar voice came from afar. The moment Su Mohui heard it, her footsteps suddenly stopped. She felt that something in her heart was stirring, as if it was about to break out of the ground.
Before she could identify the voice's owner, a strong feeling of dizziness and weightlessness washed over her like a tide, quickly engulfing her. A moment later, her vision went black, and she fell into a brief coma.
..........
Su Mohui slowly woke up and found herself in a darkness as thick as ink, but one meter away, there was a shadow with no outline and a faint glow.
The shadow was bending slightly, getting closer to examine Su Mohui carefully. Su Mohui could even vaguely feel the hot breath from its nose, which was tinged with a hint of chill. She asked, "Who are you?"
Su Mohui frowned, a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes, "I am Su Mohui."
The shadow mimicked her tone, making a vague and strange sound, and asked in return, "You are Su Mohui, so why don't you take a look at... who I am?"
As soon as the words fell, the shadow seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, bending further, and its outline began to twist and deform violently, like a pool of melted wax. But in the blink of an eye, it reconstructed into a face that Su Mohui was all too familiar with.
The moment Su Mohui saw the face clearly, a ball of blue-red flame suddenly shot out of her eyes. This flame, filled with endless rage and power, rushed straight towards the shadow opposite like a flash of lightning.
With a shrill scream, the shadow was hit by the flames and instantly dissipated a little, turning into wisps of black smoke that drifted away.
"I am Su Mohui..." Su Mohui gritted her teeth and spoke word by word. Her voice echoed in the darkness, revealing unquestionable dominance.
With this announcement, the illusion before him shattered like fragile glass. The darkness was torn apart by dazzling rays of sunlight, which surged through the cracks, bringing long-lost light and warmth.
Su Mohui felt dizzy and when she could see her surroundings again, she found herself back on the altar under the sacred tree.
At this moment, a familiar force slowly surged in her body, and her divine power began to gradually recover, like a dry riverbed welcoming the surging river water.
At the same time, all the recurring memories of "The End of the Sui Ming Kingdom" began to rapidly integrate like birds returning to their nests. Those scattered fragments and blurred images were now pieced together and connected in her mind, and a complete and clear storyline finally unfolded slowly before her eyes -