RNP Chapter 836: Dawn of Roses Blooming (3)
Chapter 836: Dawn of Roses Blooming (3)
"Spread!"
Ying let out a low cry, and a brilliant green light suddenly burst out from her palm, and the elemental power flowing like jade gathered at her fingertips.
She slammed her palms to the ground suddenly.
In an instant, fine cracks appeared on the ground, and countless thick vines broke out of the ground, like a giant python awakening, sweeping forward with fierce momentum, instantly tightly wrapping around the great sage and Setale, and the branches twisted tightly layer by layer, as if to completely imprison the phantom.
Nilu's heart trembled, and her eyes turned quickly to look at Ying, whose breath was surging beside her, her eyes full of worry.
She called out softly, "Ah... Ying? You don't have to stand up for us like this... He's a sage of the Order, a powerful figure. If we implicate you, wouldn't that only add to the trouble..."
However, Ying didn't respond. Her eyes were cold, like a star. She raised her hand and waved, and the blade of the Ying Chixiao sword hummed out of its sheath.
The sword suddenly extended and turned into a long red whip, drawing a dazzling arc of light in the night. Carrying long-suppressed anger, it lashed fiercely at the two figures bound by vines.
This attack was not just for the current confrontation - it was also an outpouring of despair, anger, and unwillingness accumulated during those fifty-nine reincarnations, directed at the mastermind behind this game of fate!
The sword light slithered like a spirit snake, swift and treacherous, sweeping past the two men. With a soft "swish," their figures vanished like mist, leaving no splash of blood or cries of pain. Only afterimages drifting in the air remained, quietly annihilated.
[Awesome! Unprecedented—awesome!]
【It looks like a meow! 】
【Open the champagne! 】
[Ahhhhhh——Ma Zilida! Ma Zilida!]
All the negative emotions that had been accumulated before burst out at this moment. This feedback is simply unstoppable!
[When I think about how this puppet was shattered 59 times by Caesar's puppet's punches, and now it's been chopped off by our sword, I suddenly want to laugh!]
Ying frowned slightly, her hand gripping the sword pausing slightly. There was no real feedback from the blade, as if she were slashing through nothing but air.
Sure enough... it was just an illusion.
This is a "puppet" created by the dream to fill the absence of the person. It only has the form and the name.
Even though they have the same face and identity, they are ultimately just puppets controlled by a program, without soul or will.
Paimeng floated into the air, his arms folded across his chest, his expression firm, his tone filled with understanding: "As expected."
"If this was the sage's plan, why would they personally step into this dangerous dream? The real them is probably hiding in the shadows, controlling everything."
"So... these are just substitutes!"
Ying slowly lowered her shadow, the tip of her sword lightly touching the ground, and the crimson light gradually faded. She closed her eyes for a moment, slowly exhaled, and the turbulent emotions in her chest seemed to calm down a little.
At least, the depression in my heart can be relieved a little.
Even if the opponent is just a puppet, that face and that identity are enough to become an outlet for emotions. Every swing of the sword is a reckoning with past suffering.
She knew very well that the "puppets" in her dreams were nothing more than chess pieces moving along predetermined trajectories, repeating only preset behavior patterns.
Once they encounter variables beyond their program logic—such as an attack—they are unable to cope and can only disintegrate and dissipate without any subsequent reaction.
In this silent dream, there is only the whisper of the wind, as if telling the truth that no one listens to.
Nel gazed at the figures of the Great Sage and Setale disappearing like smoke, with an unconcealable astonishment in her eyes, and whispered softly:
"What... is going on? Why did the Great Sage and the others suddenly turn into phantoms?"
However, the dream still silently replays the past scenes.
Even though the "doll" carrying his memories had been shattered, Caesar's phantom still leaped onto the stage as if destined, throwing a punch in the air—
In an instant, frost surged and the entire stage was sealed with layers of ice crystals, as if time had also frozen.
"Eh? Lord Caesar, what are you doing?" Neelu stared at the silvery world before her, her brows filled with confusion. She couldn't understand why the usually calm Lord Caesar would freeze the stage at this moment?
Obviously, she still had to perform the Flower God's Dance, which was the subject of countless expectations...
Could it be... that he had noticed something? Nilu lowered her eyes, her expression slightly dim, and a bitter suspicion quietly emerged in her heart: Lord Caesar, could it be that he has seen through--
Now I am no longer able to perform the dance of the flower goddess perfectly?
So, is this a decent way out for me?
As her thoughts surged, the various changes before her made her even more confused.
It's understandable that Ying and Paimon suddenly stepped forward.
They came to protect her and to safeguard this celebration that belonged to the people.
But why did the great sage suddenly transform into a phantom and dissipate into the wind without any warning? This was like an incomprehensible mystery to the unaware Nilu.
Even more shocking was that Caesar actually leaped up from the stage and froze the entire stage with the force of thunder...
"Uh... Nilu, don't be too surprised." Paimon scratched his head, his tone a little embarrassed, "We'll explain it to you in detail later..."
She quietly pondered in her mind: Is this cycle of reincarnation enough to explain the whole story?
Ying felt a little uneasy. Thinking back on her actions, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed as if she had deliberately disrupted the sacred atmosphere and ruined the artistic conception of the Flower God's Dance.
In this subtle silence, a familiar and heroic laughter came from the audience:
"Ha ha ha ha--!"
"My dear friend, you really did what I wanted to do in my previous 59 reincarnations but never had the courage to do!" Aratake Ichito laughed and rushed onto the stage side by side with Kuki Shinobu, his steps firm and full of energy.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Xi's figure flashed and he leaped onto the stage like a stream of light. He looked at Ying and Paimeng with bright eyes, and a sincere smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "That sword strike was truly satisfying!"
Paimon was surprised and delighted: "Ichito! Anin! And Yuanxi! Did you come to see us specially?"
Jiuqi Shinobu shook his head slightly, looking cautious:
"Not exactly. Yuan Xi mentioned that he remembered discovering a 'flaw' here."
She glanced at Nilu beside her and lowered her voice, "This means... the main body is likely nearby."
Since Nilu was present, she did not directly mention the word "dream", but the deep meaning of her words was self-evident.
Ying and Paimon's eyes instantly focused on Yuan Xi.
Yuan Xi touched the tip of her nose and smiled shyly, "Actually... it's because Sister Ganyu loves to study flowers, birds, insects and herbs. I accidentally noticed this detail when I followed her through the ancient books."
[I love studying flowers, birds, insects, and herbs (x) and I love eating flowers and grass (√). This is the truth.]
[Why don’t you say thank you to Sister Ganyu quickly? ]
The MVP of this Reincarnation Flower God Birthday Festival dungeon should go to our little Yuan Xi! It's a pity for Jiu Qi Shinobu and Ying. They scored a lot of deduction points, but unfortunately didn't deliver the key blow.
[Yuan Xi's score is 14.0, we are all easy winners! ]
[Don't pay too much attention to the rating system; it will alienate people's efforts!]
He raised his hand and pointed to a corner of the stage: "Look there."
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.
On that crystal clear frozen stage, two pots of purple-red Patisalam were blooming proudly, with tiny frost crystals condensed on the petals, flashing a mysterious and stubborn light under the cold light.
"What...what are these two flowers?!" Ying's pupils suddenly shrank, her voice trembled slightly, and her heart was filled with shock.
Memories slowly flooded into my heart like a tide, gently soaking every inch of my thoughts.
It was a conversation between Nilu and Dina Zedai, whispered softly, and it seemed to still echo in the wind, carrying a faint fragrance and lingering nostalgia:
"After all, Patishalan is the symbol of the God of Flowers." Her voice was soft as a whisper, as if she was afraid of disturbing the sleeping dream.
"Each of its petals seems to carry the fragrance and glory of ancient legends. Unfortunately..."
There was a slight pause in his words, like the silence when falling petals touch the ground.
"The real Patishalan has been lost in the long river of time along with the departure of the Flower Goddess. It is hard to find it anymore."
Nilu's voice, full of regret and remembrance, seemed to still linger in my ears, with an indescribable sadness in its clarity.
"Yes," Dina Zedai replied softly, her tone full of deep regret.
"When the Lord Tree King used his divine power to create the Patisalan in memory of the Lord Flower God, he was unable to restore its brilliant purple-red color."
Her words were like a breeze blowing across the lake of her heart, stirring up ripples that lingered for a long time.
Ying's thoughts slowly returned from distant memories, but the scene before her shocked her heart.
Nilu also looked in the direction of Yuan Xi's finger. Suddenly, her eyes lit up with surprise, and her voice trembled slightly: "Ah... that color... is a bright purple-red..."
"Isn't this the legendary Patishalan?"
She murmured to herself, as if she couldn't believe her eyes, "I... I didn't even notice it myself... Could it be... that Dina Zedai secretly found it for me?"
Paimon's eyes suddenly widened, his voice rising in shock: "But! Didn't you say that this color of Padisalan had long been completely extinct with the death of the Flower God?!"
"Why did you reappear in the world at this moment? Could it be..."