Chapter 103 Feng Jin's Ancestor, an Unknown Golden Descendant Begging for Mercy.
Feng Jin is standing beside the last fragment of memory. Once she unlocks it, she will be able to learn the true truth that has been sealed away for thousands of years!
Feng Jin looked up at the little gray-haired creature beside her, her voice filled with undisguised doubt:
"Seneus, who abandoned humanity… Am I and the ancestors of the Courtyard of Dusk truly descended from her bloodline?"
However, as the Golden Winged Wind Violet, her journey to chase fire has now come to an end.
She took a deep breath, her tone regaining its firmness:
"The truth will soon be revealed. In any case... I will not shirk my mission."
Feng Jin looked up at the little gray-haired boy, her gaze gentle:
"Grey Baby, will you stand by my side?"
Little Gray nodded without hesitation, his eyes bright and determined.
"Confront history, then challenge the gods!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them raised their hands together and gently touched the remnants of their memories.
The light curtain spread out like ripples on water, and a long-forgotten past slowly unfolded before their eyes.
In my past memories, there was a short-haired woman kneeling on one knee, her hands tightly clasped to her chest, her head bowed, looking extremely devout.
Her voice was incredibly humble, trembling with sobs, pleading:
"Great Seneos, I beg you to spare this lowly life!"
"I have never hurt anyone… The punishment you imposed out of anger is far too harsh on an innocent person like me!"
Only then did everyone see the full picture in their memories.
At the edge of the dome of the Sky City, countless Sky People were being mercilessly pushed down like dumplings being dropped into a boiling, scorching pool of gold below.
The shrill screams rose and fell, but were quickly swallowed up by the boiling sound of the golden pool.
At this very moment, all those about to be pushed down are desperately praying for forgiveness.
They prayed that Seneos would forgive their past mistakes.
The short-haired woman in front of me was desperately pleading as she was about to be pushed off, because from her words, it was clear that she was just an ordinary citizen in this sky city.
However, Sorapis ignored her pleas and reached his cold arm behind her, intending to push her into the scalding pool of gold.
This allows her to be integrated into the gold, just like everyone else, achieving what Seneos called "true unity."
"Wait! Valkyrie...please allow me to speak with her!"
At that moment, the short-haired woman seemed to grasp at the last straw, suddenly pulled out a dagger, and slashed her own arm.
Instantly, brilliant golden blood gushed from her wound, shimmering with a sacred luster in the sunlight.
At that moment, everyone was stunned.
Only then did they realize that this seemingly ordinary short-haired woman was actually a descendant of the Golden Race with golden blood flowing through her veins!
"Look, do you see that? Golden blood is seeping from my wounds! That's right, I am also a Golden Blood… I and Lady Seneos are both chosen by the oracle!"
Lunavis slowly turned his horse's head, his gaze falling on the golden blood, and said in a deep voice:
"She didn't lie..."
Then, it looked up at the sky and asked, "Seneus, what do you intend to do with your own kind?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge, colorful eyeball suddenly appeared on the celestial mural in the sky.
His eyes slowly moved, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the nameless Golden Descendant below, his voice carrying an undeniable authority:
"Golden Descendants..."
"You are no different from others."
"You were once a son of the sun... When your people, taking advantage of the Titans' favoritism, used every means to oppress other races... Did you ever stand up for the weak?"
The nameless Golden Descendant slowly lowered his head, his voice heavy as if filled with lead:
"I don't."
"After Aegler fell, you changed your faith and worshipped me as your new god."
"When your colleagues turn their blades on old believers who refuse to convert... have you ever reached out a helping hand to them?"
The nameless Golden Descendant closed his eyes in pain, his voice becoming incredibly weak:
"I don't."
Seneos's authoritative voice rang out once more:
"When the oracle of creation reached the ears of all living beings, it guided the Golden Descendants to become heroes of this shattered world..."
"...Have you ever overcome your inner weakness and answered its urgent call?"
The nameless Golden Descendant's body trembled violently, his voice filled with despair:
"I... failed to do it."
Seneos said coldly:
"Look, Golden Descendant…you are no different from those despicable people."
"My judgment is just; only molten gold can purify your original sin..."
"Wait, Lady Seneos—please allow me to say a few more words in defense of my cowardice!"
The nameless Golden Descendant suddenly raised his head, crossed his arms over his chest again, and prayed with utmost urgency.
"Your divinity does indeed make mortals appear incredibly ugly... But the Son of Man has walked this earth for countless millennia, experiencing all the hardships of life and witnessing all the shameful flaws..."
"Even so, we still built magnificent city-states and a thriving civilization! Even when we were often mired in the mire of malice, we still struggled to crawl on..."
"Because aside those filthy vices, as mortals... resilience is also a collective virtue of ours!"
"Even if it costs me everything I have and everything I don't yet have... I must kneel before you and beg for mercy, to fight for a chance to live... and to prove to you that mortals have the ability to redeem themselves!"
Listening to the unnamed Goldenborn's story, Sorapis remained silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice:
"To admit your own cowardice so righteously... it seems you have completely abandoned your dignity."
At this moment, Seneos was almost completely disillusioned with humanity.
However, the words of this nameless golden descendant reminded Him of His past.
What He desires is never the humble prayers of His believers.
Rather, it is the determination to dare to draw one's sword against the gods and never yield.
For the first time, Seneos's voice carried a hint of interest:
"You said you were willing to mortgage everything you don't yet own..."
"Tell me about it... let me hear what kind of amazing bet that is."
The nameless Golden Child's eyes lit up instantly. She hadn't expected Seneos to actually listen to her. She quickly and excitedly began to speak:
"That's very simple, Lady Seneos…"
"If you are willing to spare my life, I will let my children and grandchildren sing your epics for generations to come, until the end of time buries all civilizations and legends."
"If there's even a one in ten thousand chance that the divine message of salvation that's reached our ears will come true..."
"Then my descendants will one day return here and prove to you that even the most inferior and crippled mortals in your eyes can have the power to shoulder the world's burdens!"
...
Seneos fell into a brief silence.
After a long silence, Seneos's voice rang out again, tinged with a playful smile:
"Heh...interesting."
Then, he looked at his two winged beast companions, Sorapis and Lunebis, beside him and slowly began to speak.
"Let her go, Sorapis, Lunebis."
"From this moment forward, she and her descendants will bear both the blessings of the heavens and the curse of their lineage. No matter how long it takes, I will await the arrival of that destined one..."
"Then I will properly mock the Son of Man's fate of being betrayed by his ancestors."
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