Humanity's Sinfire and the Second Tribulation, Three Thousand Weak Waters

Devoted love, foolish person, foolish child

Obsession is the most difficult poison to cure in the world, especially for those with strong will. Such people are more deeply obsessed than most, and it is also more difficult to resolve their obsession.

The Sanskrit characters that appeared in Fu Hua's soul were precisely the characters for "foolishness".

It seems that Fu Hua still has an unbreakable attachment to the past, even though she claims she won't dwell on it.

In the Douluo Continent, Fu Hua is lonely. Even after finding traces of that person on this continent, she still cannot escape her loneliness.

When the Honkai World, she chose solitude, but what about here?

She had no choice. There was no Honkai here, no Herrschers, and no mission or duty for her.

She once fantasized about what kind of life she would want after the Honkai was completely eradicated.

Open a bar? Set up a barbecue stall? Or go back to Fuyun Temple on Taixu Mountain, take on a few disciples, and live out the rest of your life there.

But does she really have the rest of her life left?

Eternal life and eternal youth destined her to watch helplessly as her friends and family departed from her life.

I've felt sad, I've shed tears, and now I'm completely numb!

The heart, tempered by time, becomes stronger, yet equally fragile.

One cannot engage in deep conversations with anyone, nor show mercy to anyone; one can only become an observer, watching the changing times, the rise and fall of dynasties, and the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

But Douluo Continent is different; the humans here live longer and are stronger than those in the Honkai World.

Here, there are no constraints or responsibilities binding her, and it seems she can live more easily, making friends and falling in love like an ordinary person.

However, those feelings have long since disappeared in the sedimentation of thousands of years, and it will take a long time to find them again, but accidents are always on the horizon.

The appearance of that Ashbo completely overturned all her ideas, and responsibility and mission once again bound her.

She returned to Fu Hua in the Honkai World once again.

Qian Renxue, a girl who suddenly appeared in Taixu Mountain, was Fu Hua sensed from the moment they met. It was Honkai Energy within her that was innate, unlike that of Fusion Warrior like her.

This alarmed her; was Honkai Energy about to descend once more?

One day, one month, one year

Perhaps it was because they had spent so much time together that she had begun to get used to the other person's presence, or perhaps it was because of the Honkai Energy that she felt the sense of 'comradeship'.

In Qian Renxue, Fu Hua saw a reflection of herself, the emotions she suppressed deep within her heart.

In Fu Hua's view, Qian Renxue's actions were just a child's unreasonable tantrum, so she could tolerate and forgive her, but she would still feel heartbroken because of that sentence.

That was a wound she had kept buried deep in her heart, but she never expected it would be reopened.

She should be angry, furious.

Unfortunately, she had suppressed those feelings deep in her heart. When she became Fu Hua, who lived only for her mission, all her emotions were cast aside.

Love, it seems, is not for her.

Thus, Fu Hua was trapped in her own obsession, and when she learned that the person was still alive, her obsession had never been so deep.

Foolish child, foolish child, she is the most foolish child in the world.

Heavenly fire burned away her sins and also tempered her obsession.

She is not a saint; she also has emotions and desires, but she has suppressed them deep in her heart, and it will take a long time to awaken them.

At this moment, the thought crossed Fu Hua's mind, and her heart began to stir.

Heavenly fire scorched his body, and his spirit manifested madness.

Suddenly, the dark purple patterns branded on the bones appeared. A thin, dark purple line spread out, like a rope wrapping Entanglement Fu Hua, slowly sinking into the muscles to form a Sanskrit character.

Both are obsessed with one word.

The fire dragon roared in resentment, trying to use its body to Entanglement Fu Hua to death, but it was made of heavenly fire and had no physical form, so it could not Entanglement her.

The power of the heavenly fire waned, and when the last embers ignited, the fire dragon roared in resentment before dissipating into the air.

The embers burned, the temperature not high, but they were the burning of humanity's own sins—this is—

Humanity's Sinfire

Engulfed by karmic flames, all sins are consumed, and the mark of fire is revealed.

A fiery kite grows on its back, its phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, wings spread as if ready to take flight.

The first tribulation, the Primal Skyfire, scattered...

Flames transformed into feathers, donning a feathered robe, revealing the bearing of an immortal.

Fu Hua opened her eyes, her crimson flames blazing brightly.

"This is..."

Her voice was light and clear, making those who heard it feel ashamed.

Fu Hua was now dressed in a feathered robe, her skin was fair and delicate, moist and plump, and there was no trace of her having undergone tribulation. There were Sisi of silver white spreading from the ends of her gray hair.

Inconspicuous, not abrupt

Just right

The fiery red of the sky faded, and a cool sensation dripped onto my cheek, Bingbing.

Raindrops are falling.

Fu Hua raised her eyes, a drop of icy blue light entering them, the blinding crimson flames vanished, and she returned to her original state.

The raindrops gradually grew larger, eventually transforming into a curtain of rain that enveloped Fu Hua. Strangely, this rain only fell within Spirit City.

Bibi Dong and the other members of the Spirit Hall, now far from Spirit City, were once again amazed by this wondrous scenery, a sight that would be a once-in-ten-thousand-years, or even one-hundred-thousand-years, spectacle.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, eventually transforming into a waterfall that obscured the sky, making the scenery impossible to see, and poured down heavily onto Fu Hua.

Yes, it fell heavily.

Every drop of water contained immense power, and a curtain of water even created a basin. Today, Spirit City is still plagued by disasters.

The rain continued for an hour, two hours, or perhaps longer, without any sound or sign of an upheaval; it was calm and peaceful, as if it had always been this way.

The rain fell from between the clouds, as if a god had torn open the sky, allowing the waters of the Heavenly River to fall and form this curtain of water.

Introverted, cool

This is how outsiders perceive Fu Hua's thinness, but for Fu Hua herself, it's a completely different feeling.

Heavy, cold

The extremely low temperature, capable of freezing the soul, caused raindrops to continuously pelt Fu Hua's body, producing deafening noises. However, within the curtain of water, the sound was silently refracted countless times and disappeared by the time it reached the outside world.

Raindrops fell, leaving bruises on Fu Hua's body. The hot breath he exhaled instantly froze into ice upon contact with the air, and his brows and eyes were filled with frost.

The fiery feather robe he wore constantly radiated warmth, trying to ward off the bitter cold, but it was still barely enough.

First the fingertips, then the feet, then the legs.

The frost was slowly spreading, and in less than a quarter of an hour, it enveloped Fu Hua's body, forcing her to accept the punishment of the Three Thousand Weak Waters with the most frank expression.

Of the Three Thousand Weak Waters, a single drop is as heavy as Qian Jun. Not to mention a rain curtain falling like this, just one drop is enough to pierce through a person. It's fortunate that Fu Hua's body is abnormally strong, otherwise she would not have been able to survive the first tribulation, the Primal Skyfire.

Obsession strengthens the Soul Spirit's defenses, and infatuation further strengthens the body's defenses. In this world, obsession is the most difficult to resolve and the hardest to break.

Although the Three Thousand Weak Waters could not break through Fu Hua's physical body, they were able to strike her spirit directly.

Envelop the body in frost, penetrate deep into the nerves, freeze the muscles, and when the water droplets fall, the pain will directly affect the mind.

The pain was unbearable, and life was worse than death.

Spirit is the embodiment of a person's will. When a person's spirit is broken, their will is also broken. Without will, even the strongest person cannot unleash even one percent of their potential.

At this moment, this second tribulation is to crush a person's will.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

A deafening echo reverberated through the rain. The immense power could crush a person's bones, yet it still couldn't penetrate Fu Hua's defenses. The frost was repeatedly shattered, only to spread once more.

Shatter, spread

As she switched between these two forms, the sound grew louder and the attack became more and more urgent. In the end, one rain curtain after another fell, engulfing Fu Hua for a full ten seconds.

The icy, biting rain, heavy as Qian Jun, fell, soaking Fu Hua's long hair.

The frost receded only to return, relentlessly assaulting Fu Hua's body. Her muscles began to stiffen, and she lost all sensation in her body, with only the excruciating pain in her mind echoing within her.

Fu Hua's brows and eyes were stiff; she could no longer make any expression, but her eyes, which trembled with each falling rain, still reflected the unease in her heart.

Pain can be endured, but when it penetrates to the bone, even the most resolute person can be driven mad.

Fu Hua was no exception.

The pain is like bone marrow, like the soul; it is indefensible and inescapable.

"Give up, Hua, we've failed."

The boy's clear voice rang out, but it was also filled with a sense of vicissitude. His eyes had witnessed countless sad stories, and they held the weight of history.

Silver-white hair, pure blue eyes, that resolute and courageous figure—the one who had always walked in front of her.

"Kevin..."

Her lips were already unable to open or close, yet a voice resonated from the depths of her heart. The familiar yet unfamiliar figure before her surprised Fu Hua.

"Give up, Hua! The Honkai has come again. This era is just like our past world, and we are powerless to stop it."

Why would Kevin, who was once so resolute and brave and never gave in to defeat, say such a thing?

Perhaps in response to Fu Hua's question, Kevin spoke again.

"You've done enough, you've sacrificed so much for the people of this era, but humanity remains the same. The Honkai exploited this gap; it succeeded, and we failed. And we will once again experience the next era."

"Why?"

"The power of the Final Herrscher is growing stronger and stronger. In a few more eras, we will be completely unable to fight against them. Therefore, I need to end everything before the Honkai."

What's the point?

"To end our destiny, and to completely liberate you and me from the endless cycle of reincarnation."

"... I'm tired."

"Peaceful slumber awaits; when the next era arrives, it will be the end of everything."

Fu Hua peacefully closed her eyes.

Memories flashed by like a fleeting glance.

Dr. MEI, Captain Himeko, Cang Xuan, Danzhu, Ji Lin, Cheng Ruoxue, Kiana, Mei, Bronya, Theresa, Teacher Himeko

Scene after scene, one by one, familiar figures flashed by.

Yes! Fu Hua is really tired. For the sake of her mission and her promise, she has shouldered these burdens without hesitation. The heavy burden on her shoulders makes it hard for her to breathe.

People get tired, and even the finest sword will eventually break.

She kept everything buried deep in her heart; how many people knew?

The rain stopped sometime ago, and the pain disappeared from Fu Hua's senses. The frost faded, and the sunlight that appeared was the most beautiful scenery after the rain.

That glimpse beneath the seven colors Fu Hua momentarily lose her composure.

"Because of Crimson Kite! She's both reliable and powerful."

I'm sorry to leave you to bear this alone.

Danzhu, Cang Xuan

A light rain falls, whose tears are shed?

The three lights shine brightly, but who is it that cuts through the will of Heaven for them?

The rain curtain rolled back, defying the heavens and defying the will of Heaven.

The Soul Spirit trembled slightly, but then returned to calm once more.

The second tribulation, the Three Thousand Weak Waters, slaying...

P. S.: Anyway, I don't know how many people have read these recent chapters, but I still want to say it here: the foreshadowing has been delivered, please accept it. As for who it's foreshadowing, hehe! It's quite obvious!

PS1: Then, there's about one more chapter before this volume ends, and a side story will begin. First of all, let me clarify that the side story is unrelated to this book and is not about the Douluo Continent. Actually, I've been thinking about whether to write a separate book for the side story, because I feel that it could stand alone. Hmm! I'm a bit undecided, mainly because I have trouble making choices, so I'd appreciate any suggestions from my dear readers!

PS2: As for the next volume, it will be very unexpected, but it will definitely follow the original direction of this book. I'm giving you a heads-up: you can skip to the final volume and go straight to the last volume. However, whether you can understand the final volume depends on your imagination. Of course, that will only be possible after I release the final volume. In other words, this book will be completely finished in two more volumes.