I Actually Quite Like Her
It was a twisted, mysterious symbol.
But she recognized the symbol.
Beside her father, Qian Xunji...
He said that this was his own creation, and that he was the only one on the entire continent who knew it.
He said that if he saw this symbol again, he would know it was him.
He said...
Qian Renxue's breath caught in her throat.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze passing over the massive magic array, over the dragon corpses being pulled along, over the glowing furnace, and landing on a distant patch of void.
There were three blurry figures there.
One of them had golden hair.
Qian Renxue's heart sank suddenly.
"It shouldn't be him..."
She murmured to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
"It shouldn't be him... right?"
But she knew it was him.
Her father.
The father she had waited ten thousand years for, the father she had finally found.
The father she rushed into her arms and chattered on and on.
The father she thought she could finally be with forever—
At this moment, I stand in that void, quietly watching all of this.
Watching the dragon corpse being led away.
Watching the divine corpse being devoured.
He watched as the war he had never participated in became the raw material in his furnace.
Qian Renxue's tears fell without warning.
She didn't know why she was crying.
Was it because of those fallen comrades?
Was it because of that destroyed warship?
Or was it because of... that father she once thought she could trust?
Chapter 370 I Quite Like Her
Qian Renxue didn't know either.
All she knew was that the light from the magic array was growing brighter, the light from the furnace was becoming increasingly intense, and something within her was slowly—
It shattered.
In the distance, Qian Xunji stood quietly in the void, watching the furnace devour everything.
No one knows what he's thinking.
Even the system within his mind didn't know.
On the battlefield, everyone stood there dumbfounded, staring at the all-encompassing magic circle, at the furnace that devoured everything, at the alchemical ritual that was taking place and that no one could stop.
Nobody knows what will happen next.
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The remaining Dragon Clan finally snapped out of their frenzy.
The feeling was strange, like being doused with a bucket of ice water, or suddenly waking up from a long nightmare.
The vengeful rage and fighting frenzy that had just filled their minds vanished like the receding tide, leaving only --
Feeling lost.
They floated aimlessly in the void, gazing blankly at everything around them.
Those kin who had just fought alongside them were now being drawn by the golden magic circle, floating one by one toward the enormous furnace.
"No..."
A young ice dragon reached out, trying to grab the corpse of one of its kind that floated past him. His claws touched the familiar ice-blue scales, but he couldn't hold on—the corpse continued to float forward, farther and farther away from him, until it finally disappeared into the light of the furnace.
Watching his kin disappear one by one.
More Dragon Clan joined the effort to stop it. They roared and howled, trying everything they could to disrupt the magic array's operation.
All in vain.
The magic array was like a phantom; their attacks passed right through it without causing any damage.
The magic array was like a physical entity, its pulling force truly present, making it impossible for them to break free.
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Then, some Dragon Clan noticed that direction.
The direction in which that stove is located.
The enormous alchemical furnace hovered in the void, its mouth wide open, greedily devouring everything in its path.
Beside the stove, three figures stood quietly.
It's too far.
But for the Dragon Clan, this distance is nothing.
Their physical bodies are incredibly powerful, and their eyesight can penetrate layers of void to see even the smallest details.
They recognized the three figures.
The one on the left, with a human head and a dragon tail, white hair and red eyes— Donghuang Taiyi.
That face was recognized by every Dragon Clan.
That was the Dragon God's most trusted friend, the architect of the Dragon Clan's revival, and --
The people who pulled them back from the brink of death.
All the Dragon Clan were stunned.
"Donghuang...?"
The young fire dragon muttered to itself, its voice filled with disbelief.
"What is Lord Donghuang doing there?"
No one could answer him.
But everyone saw it— Donghuang Taiyi stood there quietly, beside the furnace, at the center of the magic circle that was devouring the corpses of his kin.
He did not intervene.
He didn't even show any expression.
He just watched.
He watched as the Dragon Clan he had once resurrected were now being sucked into the furnace, one by one, to become materials for alchemy.
"Lord Donghuang was coerced!"
An old ice dragon suddenly shouted, its voice filled with an almost frantic certainty.
"That must be it! That human must have coerced him! How could Lord Donghuang possibly..."
His voice trailed off.
Because he saw Donghuang Taiyi slightly turn his head and say something to the blond human.
His expression was natural.
The movements were composed.
There was no indication of coercion.
The ice dragon's words stuck in its throat, unable to come out.
All the Dragon Clan fell silent.
They looked at Donghuang Taiyi, at that familiar face, at the one who had once pulled them back from the brink of death—
He was standing beside the enemy, watching their kin being refined.
Why?
This question lingered in the mind of every Dragon Clan.
Why?
Why would the Donghuang Emperor, who resurrected them, stand with those who stole and refined the corpses of their own kind?
Why?
Why?
Why?
No one can answer that.
Only the stove continued to glow.
Only the magic array continued to operate.
Only the corpses continued to disappear, one by one.
The light in the eyes of all the Dragon Clan gradually faded away.
They once believed themselves to be a race favored by fate—that they could be resurrected after extermination, awaken after slumber, and rise again after losing everything.