Chapter 204: 204 – Samsara’s Madness
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A/N: This chapter deals with some mental issues, if anyone has any mental conditions or suicidal tendencies, please refrain from reading this chapter.
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Lirian released his life hierarchy pressure, and to the warlock's surprise, he who was of the seventh grade was powerless against a sixth grade cultivator's life hierarchy pressure.
"You, you're of the third accord!" he shouted in disbelief as he looked into Lirian's eyes with even greater fear, he had nothing to base his claims on, but he had an advanced second accord technique, even the emperor and empress with their perfect techniques would have a hard time making him feel any suppression at all.
Even as he shouted it he didn't believe it to be possible, the fabled third accord that was grasped only by a few great individuals within the immortal realm, yet right before his eyes a child was utilizing such a cultivation technique.
"Number 1 run from here you have to report this our master no matter the cost!" the warlock shouted as Lirian didn't refute his guess at all in fact Lirian nodded along.
This was monumental if this knowledge could reach the hands of their master, it would change everything, even if Telamons deeds were exposed if he announced that Lirian had a third accord cultivation technique, even the emperor would want to kill Lirian to obtain the technique.
If their master were to use this knowledge as a bargaining chip, his life would be safe, and even if the emperor still wanted to take care of their master, it would also work as a powerful threat against the emperor.
Telamon could release the knowledge to the world, if it was Telamon who said it even the leaders of the other empires would give the intel some consideration, and Lirian would become the target of the world, not even the emperor and empress had the power to protect Lirian at all times.
And the more they protected Lirian the more suspicious the other great civilizations would become of Lirian, at that time protecting Lirian would not be worth a war against the other civilizations and without a doubt the great civilizations would move against the civilization of Clovis for a third accord technique.
It wasn't even a question but a certainty, cultivators would do everything in their power to get their hands on the things they desired.
The warlock knew just how powerful this intel was so without any hesitation he threw himself in Lirian's path blocking him as he urged Number 1 to flee.
Number 1 was caught under Lirian's pressure and her thoughts were almost identical to the warlock, she was planning to escape with a onetime use teleportation spell that was inscribed on her body.
She looked to the warlock besides her and could tell that he was igniting his power, to unleash a suicidal blast, while he didn't know if it would kill Lirian it definitely had the power to buy them some time.
The warlock felt his suicidal spell succeed, he looked at Lirian with a relieved smile as his body began to expand.
Pssst.
The sound of a blade puncturing flesh sounded and the warlock's eyes widened in surprise, he realised that his body stopped expanding and even his energy stopped flowing.
As he looked at the figure in front of him he saw Lirian sticking the icy blade he condensed from Number 1's spell into his body, the icy sensation passed through his body and he felt the cold quickly eating away at his life.
As the ice reached his head he looked at Lirian's face one final time, it was cold and filled with hate, but in the depths of his eyes he could make out another emotion that drowned out all the others it was despair, the type of despair that made one wish they were dead.
Lirian pulled out the sword in a rush but the damage was done, the warlock was already frozen solid, "Dammit!" Lirian roared and smashed the ice in a fit of anger, "Fucking useless dog!" Lirian howled, their deaths weren't supposed to be so quick and easy.
Lirian didn't want it to end so soon, they were supposed to suffer, but the warlock was so useless, he couldn't even survive the sword for a second.
Lirian took a deep breath while gritting his teeth so tightly that they threatened to shatter, his rage didn't even come close to being quelled, and they were dying to easily, Lirian felt it unfair, they deserved to suffer for what they did, but they were just so weak.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Lirian screamed at the top of his lungs, it felt like nothing he did would be enough.
Lirian panted loudly with watery eyes as the cold air filled his lungs, he looked back down to see that Number 1 had vanished, but he could still sense her, she didn't go too far away.
With the power Lirian currently held, he could feel everything that was on this planet within his grasp and the apparition did more that just look magnificent it was sealing of this entire world nothing could get in or go out.
Instead of chasing after Number 1 Lirian turned his eyes to another place, a place that he had been doing everything in his power to avoid looking at, but he had to look at that place eventually, it would be disrespectful to her if he didn't.
Instead of flying, Lirian walked through the ruined forests, it didn't qualify to be called that anymore, hack Lirian didn't even know what to call it anymore, even calling it a ruin would be an understatement.
What was once a forest now held no trees or any life for that matter, the ground was scarred black and riddled with holes and trenches that were cut so deep that fresh magma was pouring through the cracks, and everything was like that as far as the eye could see.
Such was the power of seventh grade cultivators.
Lirian stumbled across the ground barely paying it any mind his only goal was to find where she died.
After a while Lirian discovered the place where the warlock attacked him earlier, it was the centre of all the destruction and just feet away shards of ice were being protected by a barrier.
When the pugilist struck, the first thing Lirian did was protect what was left of her, he couldn't let her disappear.
Lirian's heart started to race erratically as he released the protective barrier.
The sight of the shards made Lirian feel as if a hundred mountains were suddenly pressed against his chest under its weight his knees gave out.
Splatter, Splatter, Splatter.
Water poured down from his eyes like rain drops in a violent storm as he sunk to his knees and ran his hands through the shards of ice.
Lirian scooped up handfuls of the little shards bringing them into his embrace.
Clank, Clank, Clank.
The shards slid through his fingers and rained back down as Lirian's entire body trembled in a fit of pain.
Lirian fell to the ground and curled up into a ball while clutching onto a few shards of ice.
"Why'd…y-you have to go… and leave me like this,"
"Don't you know that the stories are all wrong and the writer's fools, you don't die for the people you love!"
"You live for them!"
"If you loved me, you were supposed to live for me, you stupid girl!" Lirian whispered between sobs to the ice in his hands as if it could hear him.
"You know I don't think that killing them is going to help me get rid of the pain," Lirian whispered with a haggard laugh.
"Your death is all my fault, they were here only because of me and if I told you my secrets when you asked you would never have done something so stupid,"
"Do you know the real reason I didn't tell you anything was because I was afraid,"
"Hahahaha," a broken laugh escaped Lirian's mouth, "Yes, I a god was afraid, that you'd reject me if you knew my truth, in this life that's all that I've feared, rejection, because this time I don't have any excuse for being rejected, my curse is gone,"
"But look at me now, my fear is what got you killed, even without my curse, I'm a curse unto the world, no the world can be damned for all I care but it's true I'm a curse to those that I love," Lirian said with a dead look in his eyes.
"I've known you for such a short time, yet somehow I've come to love you, hahahaha, now that's the greatest irony, I've lived for so long and I was so desperate for the acceptance of others that I actually fell in love with you because you accepted me,"
"I must be so pathetic, some great god I turned out to be, hahaha…" Lirian laughed, and his laugh was strained and depraved, filled with hopelessness.
"But don't you worry about me, because I know a solution to get rid off all my pain," Lirian whispered his words as if it was a secret.
"And you know what this time it will actually work, as long as that mysterious person wasn't lying," a crazed look entered into Lirian's eyes as he wrapped his hand around the icy sword, he looked at it with a look of one who had seen their saviour.
"With this the voices in my head will all disappear forever," Lirian whispered and a look of yearning filled his eyes.
"Finally, my meaningless existence can come to an end!" he shouted in celebration and brought the icy blade to his throat.
"Because I can die this time and I won't be coming back!" there was only madness that filled Lirian's eyes and voice as the cold entered his throat.
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A/N: This chapter deals with some mental issues, if anyone has any mental conditions or suicidal tendencies, please refrain from reading this chapter.
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Lirian released his life hierarchy pressure, and to the warlock's surprise, he who was of the seventh grade was powerless against a sixth grade cultivator's life hierarchy pressure.
"You, you're of the third accord!" he shouted in disbelief as he looked into Lirian's eyes with even greater fear, he had nothing to base his claims on, but he had an advanced second accord technique, even the emperor and empress with their perfect techniques would have a hard time making him feel any suppression at all.
Even as he shouted it he didn't believe it to be possible, the fabled third accord that was grasped only by a few great individuals within the immortal realm, yet right before his eyes a child was utilizing such a cultivation technique.
"Number 1 run from here you have to report this our master no matter the cost!" the warlock shouted as Lirian didn't refute his guess at all in fact Lirian nodded along.
This was monumental if this knowledge could reach the hands of their master, it would change everything, even if Telamons deeds were exposed if he announced that Lirian had a third accord cultivation technique, even the emperor would want to kill Lirian to obtain the technique.
If their master were to use this knowledge as a bargaining chip, his life would be safe, and even if the emperor still wanted to take care of their master, it would also work as a powerful threat against the emperor.
Telamon could release the knowledge to the world, if it was Telamon who said it even the leaders of the other empires would give the intel some consideration, and Lirian would become the target of the world, not even the emperor and empress had the power to protect Lirian at all times.
And the more they protected Lirian the more suspicious the other great civilizations would become of Lirian, at that time protecting Lirian would not be worth a war against the other civilizations and without a doubt the great civilizations would move against the civilization of Clovis for a third accord technique.
It wasn't even a question but a certainty, cultivators would do everything in their power to get their hands on the things they desired.
The warlock knew just how powerful this intel was so without any hesitation he threw himself in Lirian's path blocking him as he urged Number 1 to flee.
Number 1 was caught under Lirian's pressure and her thoughts were almost identical to the warlock, she was planning to escape with a onetime use teleportation spell that was inscribed on her body.
She looked to the warlock besides her and could tell that he was igniting his power, to unleash a suicidal blast, while he didn't know if it would kill Lirian it definitely had the power to buy them some time.
The warlock felt his suicidal spell succeed, he looked at Lirian with a relieved smile as his body began to expand.
Pssst.
The sound of a blade puncturing flesh sounded and the warlock's eyes widened in surprise, he realised that his body stopped expanding and even his energy stopped flowing.
As he looked at the figure in front of him he saw Lirian sticking the icy blade he condensed from Number 1's spell into his body, the icy sensation passed through his body and he felt the cold quickly eating away at his life.
As the ice reached his head he looked at Lirian's face one final time, it was cold and filled with hate, but in the depths of his eyes he could make out another emotion that drowned out all the others it was despair, the type of despair that made one wish they were dead.
Lirian pulled out the sword in a rush but the damage was done, the warlock was already frozen solid, "Dammit!" Lirian roared and smashed the ice in a fit of anger, "Fucking useless dog!" Lirian howled, their deaths weren't supposed to be so quick and easy.
Lirian didn't want it to end so soon, they were supposed to suffer, but the warlock was so useless, he couldn't even survive the sword for a second.
Lirian took a deep breath while gritting his teeth so tightly that they threatened to shatter, his rage didn't even come close to being quelled, and they were dying to easily, Lirian felt it unfair, they deserved to suffer for what they did, but they were just so weak.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Lirian screamed at the top of his lungs, it felt like nothing he did would be enough.
Lirian panted loudly with watery eyes as the cold air filled his lungs, he looked back down to see that Number 1 had vanished, but he could still sense her, she didn't go too far away.
With the power Lirian currently held, he could feel everything that was on this planet within his grasp and the apparition did more that just look magnificent it was sealing of this entire world nothing could get in or go out.
Instead of chasing after Number 1 Lirian turned his eyes to another place, a place that he had been doing everything in his power to avoid looking at, but he had to look at that place eventually, it would be disrespectful to her if he didn't.
Instead of flying, Lirian walked through the ruined forests, it didn't qualify to be called that anymore, hack Lirian didn't even know what to call it anymore, even calling it a ruin would be an understatement.
What was once a forest now held no trees or any life for that matter, the ground was scarred black and riddled with holes and trenches that were cut so deep that fresh magma was pouring through the cracks, and everything was like that as far as the eye could see.
Such was the power of seventh grade cultivators.
Lirian stumbled across the ground barely paying it any mind his only goal was to find where she died.
After a while Lirian discovered the place where the warlock attacked him earlier, it was the centre of all the destruction and just feet away shards of ice were being protected by a barrier.
When the pugilist struck, the first thing Lirian did was protect what was left of her, he couldn't let her disappear.
Lirian's heart started to race erratically as he released the protective barrier.
The sight of the shards made Lirian feel as if a hundred mountains were suddenly pressed against his chest under its weight his knees gave out.
Splatter, Splatter, Splatter.
Water poured down from his eyes like rain drops in a violent storm as he sunk to his knees and ran his hands through the shards of ice.
Lirian scooped up handfuls of the little shards bringing them into his embrace.
Clank, Clank, Clank.
The shards slid through his fingers and rained back down as Lirian's entire body trembled in a fit of pain.
Lirian fell to the ground and curled up into a ball while clutching onto a few shards of ice.
"Why'd…y-you have to go… and leave me like this,"
"Don't you know that the stories are all wrong and the writer's fools, you don't die for the people you love!"
"You live for them!"
"If you loved me, you were supposed to live for me, you stupid girl!" Lirian whispered between sobs to the ice in his hands as if it could hear him.
"You know I don't think that killing them is going to help me get rid of the pain," Lirian whispered with a haggard laugh.
"Your death is all my fault, they were here only because of me and if I told you my secrets when you asked you would never have done something so stupid,"
"Do you know the real reason I didn't tell you anything was because I was afraid,"
"Hahahaha," a broken laugh escaped Lirian's mouth, "Yes, I a god was afraid, that you'd reject me if you knew my truth, in this life that's all that I've feared, rejection, because this time I don't have any excuse for being rejected, my curse is gone,"
"But look at me now, my fear is what got you killed, even without my curse, I'm a curse unto the world, no the world can be damned for all I care but it's true I'm a curse to those that I love," Lirian said with a dead look in his eyes.
"I've known you for such a short time, yet somehow I've come to love you, hahahaha, now that's the greatest irony, I've lived for so long and I was so desperate for the acceptance of others that I actually fell in love with you because you accepted me,"
"I must be so pathetic, some great god I turned out to be, hahaha…" Lirian laughed, and his laugh was strained and depraved, filled with hopelessness.
"But don't you worry about me, because I know a solution to get rid off all my pain," Lirian whispered his words as if it was a secret.
"And you know what this time it will actually work, as long as that mysterious person wasn't lying," a crazed look entered into Lirian's eyes as he wrapped his hand around the icy sword, he looked at it with a look of one who had seen their saviour.
"With this the voices in my head will all disappear forever," Lirian whispered and a look of yearning filled his eyes.
"Finally, my meaningless existence can come to an end!" he shouted in celebration and brought the icy blade to his throat.
"Because I can die this time and I won't be coming back!" there was only madness that filled Lirian's eyes and voice as the cold entered his throat.
A/N: This chapter deals with some mental issues, if anyone has any mental conditions or suicidal tendencies, please refrain from reading this chapter. ------------------ Lirian released his life hierarchy pressure, and to the warlock's surprise, he who was of the seventh grade was powerless against a sixth grade cultivator's life hierarchy pressure. "You, you're of the third accord!" he shouted in disbelief as he looked into Lirian's eyes with even greater fear, he had nothing to base his claims on, but he had an advanced second accord technique, even the emperor and empress with their perfect techniques would have a hard time making him feel any suppression at all. Even as he shouted it he didn't believe it to be possible, the fabled third accord that was grasped only by a few great individuals within the immortal realm, yet right before his eyes a child was utilizing such a cultivation technique. "Number 1 run from here you have to report this our master no matter the cost!" the warlock shouted as Lirian didn't refute his guess at all in fact Lirian nodded along. This was monumental if this knowledge could reach the hands of their master, it would change everything, even if Telamons deeds were exposed if he announced that Lirian had a third accord cultivation technique, even the emperor would want to kill Lirian to obtain the technique. If their master were to use this knowledge as a bargaining chip, his life would be safe, and even if the emperor still wanted to take care of their master, it would also work as a powerful threat against the emperor. Telamon could release the knowledge to the world, if it was Telamon who said it even the leaders of the other empires would give the intel some consideration, and Lirian would become the target of the world, not even the emperor and empress had the power to protect Lirian at all times. And the more they protected Lirian the more suspicious the other great civilizations would become of Lirian, at that time protecting Lirian would not be worth a war against the other civilizations and without a doubt the great civilizations would move against the civilization of Clovis for a third accord technique. It wasn't even a question but a certainty, cultivators would do everything in their power to get their hands on the things they desired. The warlock knew just how powerful this intel was so without any hesitation he threw himself in Lirian's path blocking him as he urged Number 1 to flee. Number 1 was caught under Lirian's pressure and her thoughts were almost identical to the warlock, she was planning to escape with a onetime use teleportation spell that was inscribed on her body. She looked to the warlock besides her and could tell that he was igniting his power, to unleash a suicidal blast, while he didn't know if it would kill Lirian it definitely had the power to buy them some time. The warlock felt his suicidal spell succeed, he looked at Lirian with a relieved smile as his body began to expand. Pssst. The sound of a blade puncturing flesh sounded and the warlock's eyes widened in surprise, he realised that his body stopped expanding and even his energy stopped flowing. As he looked at the figure in front of him he saw Lirian sticking the icy blade he condensed from Number 1's spell into his body, the icy sensation passed through his body and he felt the cold quickly eating away at his life. As the ice reached his head he looked at Lirian's face one final time, it was cold and filled with hate, but in the depths of his eyes he could make out another emotion that drowned out all the others it was despair, the type of despair that made one wish they were dead. Lirian pulled out the sword in a rush but the damage was done, the warlock was already frozen solid, "Dammit!" Lirian roared and smashed the ice in a fit of anger, "Fucking useless dog!" Lirian howled, their deaths weren't supposed to be so quick and easy. Lirian didn't want it to end so soon, they were supposed to suffer, but the warlock was so useless, he couldn't even survive the sword for a second. Lirian took a deep breath while gritting his teeth so tightly that they threatened to shatter, his rage didn't even come close to being quelled, and they were dying to easily, Lirian felt it unfair, they deserved to suffer for what they did, but they were just so weak. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," Lirian screamed at the top of his lungs, it felt like nothing he did would be enough. Lirian panted loudly with watery eyes as the cold air filled his lungs, he looked back down to see that Number 1 had vanished, but he could still sense her, she didn't go too far away. With the power Lirian currently held, he could feel everything that was on this planet within his grasp and the apparition did more that just look magnificent it was sealing of this entire world nothing could get in or go out. Instead of chasing after Number 1 Lirian turned his eyes to another place, a place that he had been doing everything in his power to avoid looking at, but he had to look at that place eventually, it would be disrespectful to her if he didn't. Instead of flying, Lirian walked through the ruined forests, it didn't qualify to be called that anymore, hack Lirian didn't even know what to call it anymore, even calling it a ruin would be an understatement. What was once a forest now held no trees or any life for that matter, the ground was scarred black and riddled with holes and trenches that were cut so deep that fresh magma was pouring through the cracks, and everything was like that as far as the eye could see. Such was the power of seventh grade cultivators. Lirian stumbled across the ground barely paying it any mind his only goal was to find where she died. After a while Lirian discovered the place where the warlock attacked him earlier, it was the centre of all the destruction and just feet away shards of ice were being protected by a barrier. When the pugilist struck, the first thing Lirian did was protect what was left of her, he couldn't let her disappear. Lirian's heart started to race erratically as he released the protective barrier. The sight of the shards made Lirian feel as if a hundred mountains were suddenly pressed against his chest under its weight his knees gave out. Splatter, Splatter, Splatter. Water poured down from his eyes like rain drops in a violent storm as he sunk to his knees and ran his hands through the shards of ice. Lirian scooped up handfuls of the little shards bringing them into his embrace. Clank, Clank, Clank. The shards slid through his fingers and rained back down as Lirian's entire body trembled in a fit of pain. Lirian fell to the ground and curled up into a ball while clutching onto a few shards of ice. "Why'dy-you have to go and leave me like this," "Don't you know that the stories are all wrong and the writer's fools, you don't die for the people you love!" "You live for them!" "If you loved me, you were supposed to live for me, you stupid girl!" Lirian whispered between sobs to the ice in his hands as if it could hear him. "You know I don't think that killing them is going to help me get rid of the pain," Lirian whispered with a haggard laugh. "Your death is all my fault, they were here only because of me and if I told you my secrets when you asked you would never have done something so stupid," "Do you know the real reason I didn't tell you anything was because I was afraid," "Hahahaha," a broken laugh escaped Lirian's mouth, "Yes, I a god was afraid, that you'd reject me if you knew my truth, in this life that's all that I've feared, rejection, because this time I don't have any excuse for being rejected, my curse is gone," "But look at me now, my fear is what got you killed, even without my curse, I'm a curse unto the world, no the world can be damned for all I care but it's true I'm a curse to those that I love," Lirian said with a dead look in his eyes. "I've known you for such a short time, yet somehow I've come to love you, hahahaha, now that's the greatest irony, I've lived for so long and I was so desperate for the acceptance of others that I actually fell in love with you because you accepted me," "I must be so pathetic, some great god I turned out to be, hahaha" Lirian laughed, and his laugh was strained and depraved, filled with hopelessness. "But don't you worry about me, because I know a solution to get rid off all my pain," Lirian whispered his words as if it was a secret. "And you know what this time it will actually work, as long as that mysterious person wasn't lying," a crazed look entered into Lirian's eyes as he wrapped his hand around the icy sword, he looked at it with a look of one who had seen their saviour. "With this the voices in my head will all disappear forever," Lirian whispered and a look of yearning filled his eyes. "Finally, my meaningless existence can come to an end!" he shouted in celebration and brought the icy blade to his throat. "Because I can die this time and I won't be coming back!" there was only madness that filled Lirian's eyes and voice as the cold entered his throat.
