Chapter 583
Chapter 583
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 583
>Chapter Title: Si Ming
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“You’re really missing your head? Don’t believe me? Go on and touch it yourself!”
Li Huowang completely ignored the die’s temptations. He threw his head back and shouted madly at the sky above.
“You want me to be your Heart Anchor? In your dreams!! If I’m such a hot commodity, I can go to anyone! Why do I have to pick you lot?”
“I, Li Huowang!” Li Huowang jabbed a finger forcefully toward the heavens, shouting with ironclad conviction.
“I’m destined to become a Si Ming in the future! The future Li Huowang is destined to come help me right now!!”
As soon as he said it, Li Huowang felt the Innate One Qi within him rapidly draining away. He was currently cultivating a future version of himself as a Si Ming.
Since Doumu had his back down below anyway, if he was going to risk it all, why not go big?
The die looked utterly stunned. It couldn’t calculate what Li Huowang was up to at all anymore.
“Huh?! Red In, what the hell are you babbling about? Have you lost your mind?!”
Li Huowang felt Red In’s memories in his mind rapidly eroding his original ones. Doumu wasn’t about to sit idly by.
But right after, wounds from every injury he’d ever suffered covered his entire body, splitting open all at once. The intense agony forcibly yanked Li Huowang back.
This sensation of both mental and physical bifurcation nearly pushed Li Huowang to the brink of death.
Yet it was precisely this torment that made him cling even harder to his conviction. His method was working—why else would they be trying so desperately to stop him?
Cultivating a future Si Ming? It sounded utterly absurd, like a pipe dream. But Li Huowang believed it. He believed it with every fiber of his being.
Li Huowang laughed, laughing with utter delight.
He didn’t know how much time passed like this. When Li Huowang came back to himself, he found he was in a vast expanse of white nothingness.
As he puzzled over it, Si Tianjian came up beside him and helped him to his feet.
“Li Huowang, are you really set on this path? You’ve already tangled with Si Ming karma, but you don’t have to become Si Ming karma yourself.”
Li Huowang ignored whether this Si Tianjian was real or not and cut straight to the chase.
“Do I have a choice? If I don’t take this road, should I just become a puppet for Doumu and Ba Hui instead?”
“How powerful is my future self? Which Si Ming does he command?”
“Bewilderment itself.” Si Tianjian actually answered.
“Oh? So in other words, I can use Bewilderment just like Doumu uses truth and falsehood?” Li Huowang perked up immediately.
“Yes, but the stronger you get, the deeper your inner bewilderment grows. The two feed into each other.”
He then said very seriously once more, “Let me confirm one last thing with you. Are you truly set on this path?”
“Everything you once cared about might turn illusory. And everything you once thought illusory might become real.”
“Heh, you make it sound like I’ve ever had a clear grasp on any of that.”
Hearing Li Huowang’s self-mockery, Si Tianjian nodded slightly. He reached a hand out from his red robe, shrugged off the robe to reveal the white one beneath.
That white robe was none other than Yi Donglai’s white coat.
“Li Huowang? Li Huowang?” Yi Donglai snapped his fingers a few times in front of the young man, pen in hand.
The surroundings shifted instantly. The Yi Donglai before him turned back into the tall Si Tianjian in red robes, and the area around them returned to the blood-soaked battlefield.
But a brief second later, the towering Si Tianjian reverted to Yi Donglai, and the stench of blood in the air became the smell of hospital disinfectant.
“Li Huowang, have you forgotten what you still need to do?”
Yi Donglai’s words snapped Li Huowang back to attention. He saw a spiral slide in the hospital room, stretching so long it nearly touched the ceiling.
Li Huowang threw off the covers and, under Yi Donglai’s watchful eye, slowly approached the spiral slide.
In the next moment, the spiral slide instantly became Gao Zhijian’s dragon vein. It looked ready to take flight, but the next instant, it turned back into the slide.
Li Huowang scratched his scalp and dragged his frail body up the slide.
His weakness made even this simple task excruciatingly hard. He kept slipping, sliding back down now and then.
Sun Xiaoqin, watching from outside the hospital room, couldn’t bear it anymore and wanted to rush in to help, but her husband held her tightly.
“Doctor Yi is hypnotizing our son! Don’t go messing things up right now! Listen to the doctor!”
Hearing this, Li Huowang glanced over at them. His mother had become a soldier of the Strategists, while his father had become Bai Lingmiao blocking the Strategist soldiers.
When Li Huowang finally reached the top of the slide with great difficulty, he looked around and saw nothing. Then he looked up at the round energy-saving lamp hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Li Huowang half-crouched on the slide and reached up to unscrew the lamp cover.
“This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! I’m the dragon vein now! Wherever I am, that’s reality!! You can’t hold me!” Gao Zhijian’s voice rang out, thick with unwillingness.
“Real? Fake?” A hint of bewilderment flickered in Li Huowang’s eyes. He was starting to lose track.
He unscrewed the lamp cover and pulled out an eighteen-sided die from inside.
Li Huowang screwed the cover back on and looked at the die in his hand under the energy-saving lamp. A smile gradually spread across his face.
Yi Donglai climbed up from the stairs on the other side of the slide and came over to Li Huowang. He promptly snatched the eighteen-sided die from Li Huowang’s hand and tucked it into the pocket of his white coat.
“Come on, let’s head down.”
Yi Donglai supported Li Huowang as they descended the stairs from the slide and brought him back to the hospital bed.
“How did that session feel?”
Li Huowang turned his head to look at Gao Zhijian in the distance, who was rubbing his head with a puzzled expression as he stood back up. He shook his head in confusion.
“I can’t quite put it into words, but at least for now, it looks like the trouble’s sorted.”
“Brother Li, is Great Qi saved?” Zhuge Yuan asked loudly, his body gradually dissipating.
“My illness should be cured.”
At those words, a look of relief crossed Zhuge Yuan’s face, and he vanished completely from Li Huowang’s sight.
“And how do you feel now?” Yi Donglai pressed.
“I feel like... like the two sides are starting to overlap somehow.” Li Huowang looked perplexedly at his own skeletal hands.
“Mhm, that’s normal. It means my method is working. Remember to take your meds on time from now on. Cooperate, and you’ll recover even faster.”
The hospital room door was suddenly pushed open as a crowd of doctors rushed in, pointing at Li Huowang and marveling in amazement.
Sun Xiaoqin shoved them aside and threw herself onto Li Huowang, weeping with joy.
“Son, you’re better! Oh, thank heavens! You’re finally better!!”