"No, don't agree to her, Ailin!"
Upon hearing this, Fulan shouted at Ailin, but Hela pressed her head down heavily with one hand.
" Fulan..."
Ailin's hand, holding the shards of glass, trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Fulan was pinned down by Hela, and sword energy began to emanate from around him, slashing towards Hela.
Because Hela was practically kneeling on Fulan, the two were very close, and the sword energy not only injured Hela but also Fulan himself.
Xiaoxiao wounds kept appearing on his body.
Although these wounds are nothing to Hela, if she continues like this and her energy is depleted too much, she might not be able to hold Fulan down.
A bone whip emerged from behind and pierced Fulan's thigh.
"Ah!"
" Fulan!"
Ailin wanted to go over, feeling sorry for her, but Hela called her back.
"If you don't make a choice, I'll kill him."
"Kill him, and even if you slit your own throat, I'll find a way to bring you back to life."
Of course, Hela lied to her about that, but given their relationship Hela was willing to bet that Ailin wouldn't watch Fulan die.
"No, don't agree to her..."
Fulan was sweating profusely, his face contorted in pain, but he still tried to dissuade Ailin.
Pfft!
Another bone whip pierced his other thigh, and this time Ailin dared not hesitate any longer.
"I promise, you won't hurt my brother anymore!"
Ailin let go, and the shards of glass slid to the ground and shattered.
His eyes were fixed on Fulan, full of apology.
"I'm sorry, brother..."
Hela cut off the two bone whips that had pierced Fulan and left them in place on Fulan's thighs to immobilize him.
He then walked towards Ailin.
No... no!
Fulan crawled desperately toward Ailin with his bare hands, but the two bone whips were like steel shackles, holding him firmly in place.
Hela reached out and picked Ailin up, Ailin obediently cooperated with her eyes closed.
One building after another floats in the air, connecting the platform with the "eyes" in the sky, forming a staircase linking the two.
Hela, carrying Ailin, ran quickly up the steps.
As she ran up the steps, Ailin suddenly opened her eyes.
"I don't know what will happen to me later, but can you please not let my brother die?"
Ailin looked at Hela pleadingly, her face streaked with tears.
Hela nodded slightly, slowing her pace to walking, as she was now only a few meters away from the eye.
Seeing this, Fulan hardened his heart and used his sword energy to slash at the bone whip pinned to the ground, severing a piece of his own flesh along with it.
Despite the excruciating pain, he scrambled to his feet and used his sword energy to stagger toward the two women.
Hela glanced back and saw that the arms holding Ailin slowly lengthened, reaching towards her eyes.
His eyes were fixed on Ailin, watching her slowly disappear into him.
Before her own figure completely disappeared from sight, Ailin turned to look at Fulan, tears streaming down her face, and smiled as she spoke, "Brother, thank you. You must live well for me..."
"No--! Ailin!"
A gust of wind surged outwards from the eye like an explosion.
Hela and Fulan were blasted away simultaneously, landing on the platform.
The eye in the sky seemed to collapse at this moment and began to slowly dissipate, turning into wisps of blue light.
However, these blue lights did not disperse in the air, but gathered together.
The translucent blue light accumulated and coalesced into a cluster of light.
The ball of light drifted down onto the platform like a feather.
Within the ball of light, an angelic figure appeared and disappeared, with a pair of enormous, pure white wings extending out.
The ball of light dissipated, revealing a being, whether human or god, standing there with its eyes closed.
The figure resembled an angel, possessing a pair of enormous, snow-white wings.
Each white feather resembles a meticulously carved piece of jade, and it even has a translucent quality when illuminated by sunlight.
Her pure white hair was slightly curled like clouds, as light as if it had no weight.
There were also rings of faint, dragon-scale-like feather runes around his neck.
" Ailin?"
Fulan stared blankly at the person in front of him, his eyes and tone filled with disbelief.
He looks exactly like Ailin!
The angelic girl slowly opened her eyes, and surprisingly, there were no whites or pupils in her eyes.
The two eyes seemed to contain the entire universe, filled with stars and darkness.
He raised his fair hand and looked at it.
The wrists are covered in feathers like dragon scales, just like the neck, and the five fingernails are long, thin, and curved, looking somewhat like bird claws at first glance.
Hela and Fulan stared at Him in disbelief.
Mingming we're at the same height, looking at Him feels like looking up at him.
He looked into Hela's starry eyes, and Hela instinctively trembled.
He walked with ethereal steps to Hela, extending his hand, which was like a work of art.
"Can I have a knife?"
He spoke human language, and his voice was very similar to Ailin's, but with a touch of divinity and ethereal wailing.
Hela did not refuse; a long bone knife grew from her palm and she handed it to the other person.
He took the knife, threw it into the air, and then stretched out his arm.
The blade spun as it fell, slashing straight at His outstretched arm.
Just as the blade was about to strike, the arm miraculously slipped through the gap as it spun and embedded itself in the platform.
He smiled with pleasure, quite satisfied with the result.
"As expected, passive abilities can be inherited."
He looked at his hands and liked them more and more.
Fulan staggered to his feet and limped toward Him.
"What do you mean by this? What do you mean passive abilities can be inherited? What are you going to do to Ailin?!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and even tried to reach out and grab Him, but Hela stopped him by pressing him down.
This was also for Fulan's own good; after all, he had promised Ailin that he wouldn't let Fulan die.
He slowly turned his head to look at Fulan, his eyes revealing a hint of reluctance and heartache.
This made Fulan feel a little dazed, as if the person in front of him was his Ailin.
He gently beckoned Hela to release him.
Hela released her grip, Fulan stood up abruptly, staring at the person in front of him who looked exactly like Ailin.
"Are you... still Ailin?"
His voice trembled with fear; he feared Ailin was dead, and that the girl who had been with him for years would leave him today.
He slowly shook his head. "Don't worry, Ailin is not dead."
But before Fulan could even breathe a sigh of relief, He spoke apologetically again.
"He has now merged with me."
"What?!"
Seeing the other party's incredulous expression, he nodded as if it were perfectly reasonable.
"That's right, we merged. You can think of it as her and me becoming symbiotic."
However, in typical symbiotic relationships between Variant and humans, the human is the primary entity and the Variant exerts influence.
The primary consciousness and thought processes are still human.
But I am quite the opposite; I take my own consciousness and thinking as the primary focus, with humanity as the influence.