TN: This title is made up of nothing but flirtatious slang, so there's no way of translating it in a way that makes sense.
The closer he got to the land of his nightmares, the calmer Yun Yi became.
He had already made the choice once within the illusion that Meng Luo created, but that was still only an illusion, and what this place inflicted on him wasn't only trauma.
Although from what he had seen today, the Lord of Disaster would have caused a great disaster to the Desolate Sacrifice world regardless of whether or not he was there, but it was still him who informed the Nanwu Shaman of the Lord of Disaster's name, which sped up the process.
A mistake was a mistake, he couldn't ignore it just because it would have happened whether or not he was involved.
This was similar to how people would not kill an old man just because he was on his deathbed with an incurable disease. Personally killing someone and them dying from sickness were two very different matters, otherwise, the concept of 'revenge' would not exist, since all victims of homicide would have eventually died of old age.
This was why Yun Yi had decided to accompany the main forces here, to conclude this matter once and for all.
"We've arrived!"
Wearing a military coat, Yun Yi was carrying his personal suitcase in his hands with the soldiers of the 3rd squadron by his side. The army had marched forward bit by bit and eventually made camp not too far away from the Nanwu tribe's original location in order to set up their large-scale weapons.
Meanwhile, some of the army's strongest combatants, as well as Yun Yi, were making their way into the original location of the Nanwu tribe. The Nanwu Shaman was the most crucial follower of the Lord of Disaster in this world, as well as the current greatest source of disaster.
As long as they could eliminate her, the others who had yet to escape from the world's influence would find it difficult to create disaster-infected Desolates en masse. Even if there were still some rational disaster-infected Desolates, they would still not be able to cause too much commotion.
For that reason, the Nanwu Shaman must be eliminated no matter what, and as long as the other disaster-infected Desolates did not gather in too large of a group, both the Celestials and Desolates would not care about it.
Holding onto his suitcase tightly, Yun Yi observed the surrounding desolate wasteland. Even the ground had turned completely ashen here, which gave Yun Yi an impression of the land itself being dead. Quite obviously, 'disaster' had ravaged this place for much too long, leading to it becoming a wasteland that no one was willing to settle down in.
While traversing through the lifeless environment, everyone was watching out for any possible ambushes. The Nanwu Shaman wasn't such a simple opponent, as most of her accomplishments were not completely dependent on the Lord of Disaster.
Most people who were infected by the Lord of Disaster would slowly lose their minds and turn into monsters who only had the thought of destruction. Only the Nanwu Shaman had actually managed to change her species and escape from the world's influence; even though her actions were still blood-thirsty and insane, she had plenty of rationality, enough to control some of the disaster-infected Desolates' actions.
Otherwise, how could the disaster-infected Desolates with their destructive instincts not only rise to their peak but also launch an attack on the other tribes in the mere period of 5 years?
Of course, the tactic of launching an attack on both dominant species in this world at once was still idiotic, but it was already much better compared to the others who only managed to retain a small bit of rationality if any at all.
The soldiers all stopped their march as a small feminine figure was standing naked just a bit ahead of them.
Her slender pearly feet were the same color as the ashen ground underneath but somehow stood out as especially exceptional.
『 So you've finally arrived, we have had to wait for quite a while 』
The Nanwu Shaman complained. Her graceful figure appeared almost like that of an innocent spirit, causing these elite Celestials to feel a hint of guilt at that very moment. Of course, these feelings of guilt were swiftly thrown away.
Any Celestials who were sent here should have at least begun to walk the path of eternal peace, so without an exact ability, the Nanwu Shaman wasn't able to charm them using only her essence as a superior life form.
『 Aiya, well aren't you that person? 』the Nanwu Shaman's eyes suddenly lit up as she saw Yun Yi, evidently, she still remembered Yun Yi even after so many years.
Her supple pink lips slightly spread to reveal two obvious long fangs as the Nanwu Shaman happily giggled.
However, the sound of her giggle carried with it a hint of solemnity, which caused a chill to run down everyone's spines and Yun Yi's heart to tighten.
『 Tell me, was there something wrong with me accepting outside help to grow the Nanwu tribe when it was already at the verge of destruction? I had originally wanted to conquer this entire world and let the Nanwu tribe continue to prosper, but you all ruined it! 』the young girl pitifully told them.
This caused Yun Yi to sense just how utterly eerie she was, as the other members of the Nanwu tribe had already met their end right as the Nanwu Shaman first transferred her disaster power to them, let alone the disaster-infected Desolates whose only reason to exist now was to destroy.
Even if they had taken over the entire world, the Nanwu Tribe was already gone years ago. But the Nanwu Shaman's words did not contain any sort of falsehood, she had obviously believed that those monsters were still the members of the Nanwu tribe, suggesting that her way of thinking was already significantly different from that of normal people.
『 Then again, it's fine even if they're no longer here, but the bunch of you… 』
The Nanwu Shaman put up her hand to catch a cannonball that was shot at her. Her slender small hands easily held the sphere-shaped projectile made of unique material in place, without her using any strength at all, the metal slowly collapsed bit by bit before crumbling entirely.
Evidently, the unique metal created as a special countermeasure to disaster-infected Desolates was unable to counteract the Nanwu Shaman who had changed in a completely different manner.
『 Can't you let people finish their words? Alright fine, if you don't want to talk, then die! 』
The Nanwu Shaman's figure swiftly vanished as an immense force reverberated throughout this entire area, the Celestials also activated their defensive barriers in an instant.
The Nanwu Shaman was like a huge stone that was thrown into a lake. The technological barrier of one Celestial gave off a few fluctuations before it swiftly shattered.
Countless arms manifested behind this Celestial to cover him, then began to attack the small feminine figure in front of them with a barrage of attacks.
But the Nanwu Shaman simply laughed like she was enjoying herself. Without making any defensive gestures, her slender arms simply swatted the numerous arms aside, tearing them off and revealing the Celestial's figure inside.
Right as the broken arms turned back into Source Energy and were about to return to the Ancestral Wild, the Nanwu Shaman opened her palm to produce an immense burst of disaster aura, which completely enveloped the Source Energy and pulled them into her body. She then swung her arm again to strike the Celestial with the Thousand-arm Totem.
However, right before his body was destroyed, it turned into a mass of black mud that exploded from the attack. A portion of this mud then attacked the Nanwu Shaman, but before it could approach her, it was once again destroyed by the disaster aura and turned into black smoke.
Unexpectedly, the smoke began to converge once again behind another Celestial, from which the Thousand-arm Celestial emerged.
Totem – Black Soil. Anyone who was enveloped by him would be able to reconverge even if they were broken into literal pieces. Before the Thousand-arm Celestial was killed, he was enveloped by this back soil, and the Nanwu Shaman's destructive abilities seem to affect this kind of scattering Totem a lot less.
The Nanwu Shaman landed back onto the ashen ground, but there was not a single bit of dust on her jade-like skin, or rather, every dust or grime that tried to approach her would immediately be destroyed and turned into nothingness.
Turning her gaze towards the Thousand-arm Celestial who emerged from the black smoke, she joyfully grinned, then swung her hand to destroy several arrows that carried considerable force.
However, the Nanwu Shaman noticed that as soon as the arrows were broken, so were her fingers. As a small bit of black aura drifted around her fingers to heal them, she turned towards where the arrows came from.
The suitcase in Yun Yi's hand had already been fully unlocked and was attached to his right arm, the mechanism on it was continuously moving following the rotation of the metallic gears and plates. The entire mechanism appeared almost like an altar with several drawn arrows hovering above it, Cede was drifting right above the altar as if conducting a ritual to bless each arrow.
『 Although it's a toy for the weak, I must say that it is very effective, perhaps I will have use for you after today 』the Nanwu Shaman opened her palm: 『 Yun Yi, you had facilitated the 'me' of today, so I will also give you a chance. Worship my Lord, and you shall survive 』
"Dream on!" Yun Yi answered without hesitation.
The smile on the Nanwu Shaman's expression did not change, but her narrowed eyes were now slowly opening back up: 『 Then turn into nothingness within the disaster! 』
Immediately after that, a boundless black aura surged forward like a gigantic mushroom cloud in every direction, enveloping everything around her vicinity, then destroying them.
