Memories, True and False
The God of Desire and the God of Lies, one on each side, respectfully led the Asura God deeper into the temple. Along the way, the two gods were unusually quiet, almost eerily so.
The Asura God did have some understanding of the two of them.
This silence is unsettling.
He was feeling something was amiss when he stepped across the threshold of the Main Hall.
The next moment, his entire being was nailed to the spot.
"Is this how you manage things for This Venerable?"
Wuma Xiu gritted his teeth, barely suppressing his rage at having stabbed the two gods through. The main hall before him was indeed spotless and tidy, demonstrating that it had been carefully cleaned.
But that's not the problem at all.
Wuma Xiu had no recollection of when so many statues and portraits had appeared in his Main Hall!
It almost filled every single wall.
With statues standing tall and portraits hanging high, the scene resembled the personal exhibition hall of a fervent artist.
If someone were to break in at night and see these statues, they would be terrified.
But that's not even the most outrageous part.
Wuma Xiu stared at the portraits.
Setting aside the content itself, the painting is exquisite, made with high-quality materials, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it lifelike. But he doesn't remember doing most of the things depicted in the painting.
Wuma Xiu's gaze fell on a portrait in which he held a long whip, lashing out at the God of Desire.
He resisted the urge to draw his gun on the spot, instead pointing to the painting of a whip, his temples throbbing.
"God of Desire, how could This Venerable not recall ever whipping you?"
When the Asura God disciplines his subordinates, he always uses Spear to directly nail them down; when has he ever used a sticky, gooey whip?
Before the God of Desire could answer, Wuma Xiu's gaze swept over another image. What he saw made his already gloomy face visibly darken further, becoming as black as the bottom of a pot.
In the painting, he is seen half-embracing the God of Lies.
Although the self in the painting still has a cold expression, there is a hint of tacit approval in it.
The composition, lighting, and atmosphere of the entire painting all exude an ambiguous and unclear feel.
Wuma Xiu couldn't take it anymore.
"Also, God of Lies This Venerable, I don't remember ever holding you in my arms?"
Before he could finish speaking, he stomped his foot down.
In an instant, a terrifying force exploded from beneath Wuma Xiu's feet, causing the entire Main Hall, along with its chaotic statues and paintings, to collapse under the force of this kick, sending debris flying and dust billowing into the sky.
Before the pebbles could fly far, they were caught by a Divine Power as Gemstone as sapphire.
They were all ground into powder and vanished completely.
At this moment, only an empty space remained on the ruins of the main hall, not even a speck of dust remained.
The God of Desire and the God of Lies stood rooted to the spot, both wearing expressions of undisguised astonishment. They exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked at the Asura God, their eyes filled with confusion.
--Those paintings were all drawn by them faithfully according to the scenes in their memories, and they were as realistic as they could possibly be.
Every single scene actually happened.
Is something wrong?
"Asura God, didn't you whip me back then? I was the one who offered that whip to you first."
Do you remember?
The God of Desire tilted his head, and the small crown of blood-red thorns on his head, which was already somewhat crooked, became even more precarious with this movement, about to slip off his hair.
The Asura God frowned.
A blurry fragment suddenly flashed through my mind.
The God of Desire held a long, scarlet whip in both hands and respectfully presented it to him.
The image flashed by.
Wuma Xiu clearly remembered that he hadn't even connected with the whip, let alone touched it. Where did this memory come from?
Could it be the work of the Dream God again?
This Dream God, like the God of Wine, is full of wicked humor; they are like kindred spirits in a stinky, desolate place.
"This Venerable never accepted your gift, get out."
Before he could finish speaking, Wuma Xiu had already kicked out.
Before the God of Desire could react, he transformed into a shooting star and flew out of the ruins with a whoosh.
I don't know where it flew off to, but with that force, the other party really won't be able to come back anytime soon.
The God of Lies, Asura God, didn't give him a chance to explain. He kicked him again, sending him to join the God of Desire.
After kicking it twice, the ruins of the Main Hall were finally cleared away.
Wuma Xiu stood in the center of the empty flat ground.
He walked forward, and with each step, everything around him returned to normal. Of course, the portraits and statues that he didn't remember were not among them.
To be honest, he had no intention of teaching those two gods a lesson at all.
It's completely meaningless.
Wuma Xiu believed that these two troublemakers were simply sent by God to torment him.
He'll feel good if you beat him up.
If you don't beat him up, you'll feel restless.
They can't be driven away.
These two troublemakers are like two plasters; once they're stuck on, they can't be peeled off. No matter how many times they're kicked away, they always manage to adjust their posture in the shortest time and run back with a grin.
Scold?
The Asura God never curses any god.
He generally prefers to use his hands rather than his words.
He's the type who always grabs a weapon and goes straight into battle; rather than wasting time hurling a few meaningless insults, he'd rather just deliver a fatal blow.
Thinking about it from this perspective, the Asura God can be considered Gods who accumulates good karma through his words. Although many Evil Gods died at his hands in the past, none of them were actually killed by his curses.
Wuma Xiu took off his unchanging Battle Robe and put on a more casual set of divine attire. The neckline was unusually loose, revealing a small section of his perfectly shaped Collarbone.
He originally had no interest in these kinds of clothes and appearances.
As for clothes, as long as they're wearable and can be used in a fight, that's fine.
It's just that... I happened to want to change things up today.
That's all.
Wuma Xiu was thinking this, two familiar figures that gave him a headache appeared again.
The God of Lies' gaze fell on the new red and white robes worn by the Asura God, and a glint suddenly lit up in his smiling eyes, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
He looked him up and down several times, and exclaimed in admiration:
"Lord Asura God, you've finally deigned to reveal that... appearance of yours..."
The God of Lies swallowed the high-risk adjectives that were about to slip from his lips, such as "dull," "old-fashioned," and "unchanging," and instead used a milder one.
"... Did you change your clothes?"
After changing his clothes, Wuma Xiu seemed to have suddenly transformed in the eyes of the God of Lies.
Without the heavy sense of oppression brought by that Battle Robe, the sharpness and edge I remembered were somewhat diluted.
The red and white striped fabric accentuated his pale face, softening the harshness of his white hair, making him look surprisingly...
It's not so daunting anymore.
The God of Lies and the God of Desire exchanged a silent glance.
In that instant, a restless glint flashed in both eyes.
Maybe it's possible now.