In this moment, a ravenous Hong Haocheng was utterly stunned, as if beholding a peerless treasure of art. The worlds woven by those lines were so beautiful, so intricate, as if they had once truly existed.
Then came an uncontrollable fury.
How could he have harbored such a horrifying thought toward the fairy who was smiling at him before him!
But the snow-white arms gripping him grew even tighter, as if her hands had reached deep into his body, transforming into countless threads searching for something.
Suddenly, the silhouette of a cyan-haired leopard bulged from Hong Haocheng’s skin, as if provoked into existence by the person before him.
[Roar, delicious meal!]
A lucid Hong Haocheng watched, helpless, as his own mouth opened as if to bite toward the figure of the woman in front of him.
Yet she was smiling, showing not a single hint of intention to dodge.
“No!”
His mouth stretched wide enough to swallow a head, and he watched helplessly as the leopard-like jaws aimed for that peerless, beautiful head.
He bit down, encompassing it fully.
[No!]
Hong Haocheng, unable to control his own body, was consumed by boundless rage, yet he felt his will once again firmly pinned down, unable to move.
Tear it apart!
Hatred and murderous intent surged through every cell in his body.
[Why didn’t you dodge!]
{This is… the entire trajectory… of my life…}
[No, get away, you beast!]
{Take… my past… with you…}
On the earth below, countless people looked up.
{…onward to a new…}
On the ground, inside a grand hall.
The king was holding a fruit in his hand when he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the ceiling of the hall.
“What is that? A deity?”
The civil and military officials below him and on both sides all stared in the direction of the sky.
A handsome figure carrying a golden longsword stepped out from behind a banquet table at the lower seats, his deep, astonished gaze seemingly able to pierce through the grand hall.
“As the world’s strongest mercenary, I have never seen such formidable existences. However, she seems… what is she doing?”
The swordsman turned his head. Beside him at the banquet table, the gentle woman who always wore a faint smile now showed a look of confusion.
Moreover, her figure was fading away.
The king followed the solemn gaze of the swordsman and said:
“Xuji, as the secretary of the world’s top mercenary corps, you are well-versed in all scrolls and ancient texts. Have you ever read stories about beings like this yet?”
The woman whose figure was fading cast an apologetic glance at the king, then turned to the man bearing the golden sword: “Captain.”
“Hmm?”
“Actually, you have all been dead for a long time.”
With a clatter, all the civil and military officials in the hall sprang to their feet in shock. The king snorted and threw his golden goblet to the ground.
“How dare you!”
The woman’s body swayed, and the world around them all swayed as well.
Everyone staggered, and the warrior suddenly seemed to think of something. He stared at the woman in shock.
“Could this be… the spirit sanctuary constructed by the Light Worshipers, as recorded in the ancient scroll of prophecies?!”
Xu Ji smiled, revealing a delicate and elegant grin.
“Yes, actually, this is within my sea of consciousness. I have been leading everyone through countless ages. But simply traveling means always being a wanderer. I am tired, and I want a home.”
The surrounding crowd erupted in countless voices, but at this moment, all were blocked out.
The sword-bearing man glanced at his own body, then looked at the figure streaking across the sky like a meteor.
“What is he…?”
She looked at the captain before her: “He is quite remarkable. He awakened an ancient bloodline that can absorb the bloodline of others by devouring their souls. Even I have only found fragments of records about that bloodline in ancient texts. Combined with the bloodlines he has obtained, perhaps he can build a place called ‘home,’ capable of supporting countless other wanderers. This is the husband I have chosen. Captain, do you accept him?”
The captain’s expression grew calmer and calmer.
“Lady Xu, what you’re saying—about bloodlines and all—I can’t even understand anymore. Where did this husband of yours come from?”
“From a world called Earth.”
The captain nodded. Then the man noticed that his hand was becoming tattered, as if some parts of it were missing.
He looked up again at the great hall. It was breaking apart, the surroundings instantly becoming old and quickly falling into decay.
“So I’ve been dead for a long time. Xu Ji, you’ve grown to be much stronger than me, your captain, strong enough to become a divine light. You must have lived through countless years, haven’t you? Thank you for allowing our consciousness to linger on.”
Hong Haocheng, falling from the sky, watched his mouth, which had turned into that of a leopard, tearing and devouring the delicate figure holding him, piece by piece. They dissolved into countless complex threads that he swallowed down.
“Delicious… so beautiful!”
His own throat emitted a maniacal sound, and his boundless hatred reached its peak.
Hong Haocheng watched all this, stunned and heartbroken.
This time, as he was able to clearly see everything, he faintly sensed some unbelievable information rapidly entering his mind, only to be forgotten in an instant.
[Xu Ji, that’s your name!]
[Xu Ji! That is my wife’s name, ahhhh!]
Finally, he knew her name.
The earth trembled.
One of Hong Haocheng’s arms quivered as he lifted it; his leopard-like head froze for a moment, gazing at the arm.
“That faint bloodline should have already neutralized the bloodline energy within me—how can you still control your body?”
“Fuck off, don’t eat her, fuck off!”
“Heh.”
A scornful smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he bit down on that delicate shoulder.
Her body naturally transformed into energy and lines of trajectory, merging into his own physical form.
“You’ve gained another 133,473.2 km of Sail-Ink Drawing. This woman sure has traveled quite a lot of places. She volunteered for this—don’t you want it?”
[Wahh… ahhh!]
His other hand also trembled as it lifted, trying to push away the body clinging tightly to him, but failing to do so.
The strength in his hands was too weak, and Flossy held on too tightly.
Apart from screaming inwardly, he could do nothing else.
Why could he do nothing at all?
Hadn’t he awakened something stronger than this monster?
Mountains collapsed, light went chaotic. Sandstorms swept through the sky, with gales and thick fog raging wildly.
Seeing his hands relentlessly push away the curvaceous yet now headless corpse, the monster’s head revealed a strange expression once more.
“Even though I was only born before entering your world and granted this Marked Traces of Mind bloodline, I’m by no means someone an ordinary mortal can resist. No matter how weak a wolf is, it’s still a wolf; no matter how strong a chicken is, it’s just a chicken. You might be somewhat special, but that just makes you a bit more disgusting to others.”
[I told you to get lost! I told you to die!]
[I will kill you. I will commit suicide. I will climb a volcano and jump! I will cast you into the bottom of the sea! I will feed you into a steel gear and grind you to mince.]
{Don’t…}
A weak voice came through.
“[Xuemei?! You’re still alive! Fight back, kill it! You’re so strong, hurry up!]”
{The Marked Traces of Mind bloodline is also a bloodline born from the ancient Spirit Hall, but that Spirit Hall does not belong to the old world. That you could obtain even a single ring of bloodline from the lost Spirit Hall is truly Heaven’s will.}
“See, I told you she came willingly. Kill me? Hmph, soon I’ll be you, so how could you kill me?”
“[Kill it!]”
Hong Haocheng was consumed by boundless rage, a faint flickering glow emanating from the ring on his chest.
{Its soul has been captured by the ancient bloodline within your body; it’s only because your bloodline power is so weak that it still maintains its self-awareness.}
{But as the places you walk grow vast, and the trajectory exceeds the length of its journey, it will gradually absorb its soul energy. When that day comes, husband, even if you enter their nest, no one will stop you.}
From the mouth of the Qingmian Cheetah visage growing on his face, Hong Haocheng quickly extended two long, slender fangs.
With a sharp, cold gleam in his eyes, his gaze fell upon the woman’s disembodied, mind-energizing form.
“So this is your plan, huh… no wonder. It’s indeed a decent scheme—entering our nests through this body is a feat countless have dreamed of completing. But I’m afraid you won’t succeed.”
{We will.}
On the horizon, the inverted woman, clutching Hong Haocheng, plummeted towards the earth like a falling star.
The fang-laden mouth of the huning cheetah gaped wide and bit down onto her body in one swift motion.
“Die, you venomous woman!”
[Die, you beast! I’ll annihilate your whole clan!]
Bang! Two hands grasped the upper and lower jaws of that enormous maw from above and below.
The leopard’s human face, now pressed close to the woman’s shoulder, revealed a look of utter shock.
“Wha… what?!”
The woman’s half-mangled body emanated diffusing psionic energy, instinctively repairing its missing parts, yet it also visibly grew more transparent.
The gradually materializing, handsome head stared in stunned disbelief at the panting maw so near.
It was pinned, its upper and lower jaws locked tightly by the boy’s own two hands!
{This is a fully awakened, Stage 7 Second Ring Marked Traces of Mind beastblood monster!}
[Urghhh!]
The boy’s arms bulged with muscle, his fingertips sprouting delicate, gleaming golden scales. A guttural roar tore from Hong Haocheng’s throat!
[Urghhrraa!]
Suddenly, the roar of driven will burst forth from his vocal cords!
“Urghhhh!”
[Wait, how could you possibly…]
The leopard watched as the two hands pried his jaws wider and wider!
Its tensed lips split, tearing into gaping wounds from which spectral, illusory blood seeped endlessly.
“The beastblood bond runs through us! It *is* me. But no matter what it becomes, I alone claim this body! Now **seize it**!”
Splinter! Rip!
“Begone!”
Both arms bulged with muscles like twisting dragons, veins protruding and writhing as they delivered spectral blood of the soul through the torn gaps.
Bang!
A surge of power ruptured the mouth with a deafening crack, tearing it apart into fragments!
Countless devoured strands and energies sprayed out like water bursting from broken pipes.
The woman, floating like mist, stared in shock at the headless man she held tightly.
Beneath his skin, a cheetah-like form thrashed and collided recklessly, yet it was held firm by a will that shattered mortal limits.
{How… impossible…}
The “flesh-and-blood” at the wound on his neck twisted and grew a new, hand-some, wild head.
“Heh, ha… Little sister, how many places have you even roamed?”
Hong Haocheng’s frantic eyes stared unwaveringly at the woman before him.
“How many worlds have you truly seen, to dare decide someone else’s future like this?”
Countless pieces of flesh and drawing fibers scattered around, falling onto the sky and earth, stabiliz-ing the trembling mountains and rivers.
“You’ll need to behave yourself obediently.”
The weakened woman forced a faint smile.
{Uh-huh.}
He forcibly seized the white translucent woman’s jaw with one hand and pulled her mouth close to his.
“Don’t make hasty decisions on your own from now on.”
“I’ll travel farther, longer, with more twists and turns—and more steadfast steps—than you ever will.”
{Okay.}
Xu Fei’s nostrils emitted a soft, humming sound.
Boom! The two of them hit the ground, blasting a massive crater.
Lying at the bottom of the pit, their gazes met. Xù Jī, whose body had become much more translucent, shyly buried her head against the man’s sturdy chest.
At dawn, Hong Haocheng woke up.
The plane was still flying. Over these days, he had grown accustomed to this seemingly endless flight that never landed. Their so-called honeymoon involved constantly switching to various modes of transportation, rushing as if they wanted to cover every corner of the globe in just one month.
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