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Chapter 107: The Flower of the Other Shore Blooms Again

“It really seems that… by the way, because of you guys messing around, I ended up being misunderstood…”

Under the pure white fox mask, a girl’s slightly dissatisfied murmuring could be heard.

She then raised her finger and lightly tapped.

“Snap ~”

At the moment before the sound of the notes spread, the silver light flashed brightly, and all the guards of the Lingyin Merchant Association, including Amy and the Grim Reaper’s Scythe trio, instantly vanished from the battlefield and appeared beside the Oracle, each displaying a puzzled and bewildered expression.

Only at this moment did the echo of the snap finally ripple through the air.

Lines, like threads, spread across the street, shrouding the entire battlefield in a void-like tranquility — within this silence, only the girl’s clear laughter resonated.

“That old guy reacts pretty quickly. However, even if you don’t take action, I had no intention of harming them anyway. This isn’t some strange magic, you know ~”

“Click.”

The patterned magic array became obscured, like a film that had been abruptly paused and then resumed; all the masks frozen in the air were allowed to act again in a bizarre manner.

But it seemed they didn’t understand what had just happened, simply obeying that supreme will and continuing their actions, erupting in mad howls.

“Searching… searching for light…”

“For the master…”

“Offering it to the master…”

Hearing these voices, the White Fox Girl raised her eyebrows, slightly amused, and said, “You guys can’t really want to capture the Light Goddess, can you? Please, don’t say she couldn’t possibly be here. Even if she did appear, do you think you rotten fish and shrimps stand a chance against a true god?”

However, the crazed Faceless Ones did not respond to her teasing.

“Hehe… Kill the obstructors… convert them!”

“Alas…”

Looking at the grotesque figures closing in, Miss Vilyric let out a helpless sigh.

She wasn’t distressed because of the enemies.

“By the way… why does the Mask of the God Fox have such strange abilities and this judgment mechanism… alright, alright, dead people, dead people… if you say so, then I’ll go with it.”

Before she could think it through, the girl raised her hand, and a delicate little bell naturally appeared in her grasp. Facing the gathered grotesques, she rang the bell and began to sing softly.

“Ding ding ~ ding ding ~”

“The flowers of the River of Three Ways bloom ~”

“The flowers of the River of Three Ways bloom ~”

“At the edge of the other shore ~”

“Crimson moon ~ alluring as blood ~”

“A hundred years ~ a thousand years ~ cycles unchanging ~”

“Ding ding ~ ding ding ~”

“Despair’s fervent devotion ~”

“Unchanging face of time ~”

“Rebirth ~ rebirth ~ turning to soul lotus ~”

“Ding ding ~ ding ding ~”

The girl shook her bell and sang a melodious and clear tune, rising into the air.

Spinning and turning her head, her dance steps sent ripples of exquisite beauty amidst the soaring song.

On the ground, ancient and weathered patterns were etched. It was the snow-white spirit fox with nine tails. She manifested an ethereal illusion, circling around the light-footed priestess, as if guarding her while also dancing alongside.

As if mesmerized by this ancient and magnificent otherworldly dance, the Faceless Ones’ movements gradually slowed, eventually coming to a complete halt. The closest among them, though only mere meters away from that graceful moving figure, couldn’t advance, as if blocked by the shadow of the spirit fox, granting the girl enough space to move freely, not affecting her dance in the slightest.

“Born as a dream, turning to emptiness ~ only heart and memory cannot be counted ~”

“The flowers of the River of Three Ways bloom ~”

“The flowers of the River of Three Ways bloom ~”

“The flowers of the River of Three Ways bloom again ~”

“Return, oh come back ~ without hate or regret ~ the River of Three Ways is done ~”

“Ding ding ~ ding ding ~”

The stiff Faceless Ones began to change their bizarre and grotesque masks.

Laughing madly, yearning, obsessively… they were crying.

Beneath the masks, a long-awakened “Ah… ah…” lament echoed, yet no substantial sound could be heard.

Everything about them ascended within that song, which was like a cuckoo crying blood yet still melodious and lingering.

They flew toward the sky.

“Ding ding ~ ding ding ~”

Within the clean and pleasant accompaniment of the bell ringing, a sudden sound of “crack” broke out, seamlessly blending as if its appearance had always been part of the melody.

“Crack… crack…”

The cracking noise grew ever more frequent, and the bizarre crying faces woven of black and white began to shatter.

Yet the fragments didn’t fall; instead, they ascended, transforming into colorless light points, rising higher and higher, gathering into a sea of radiance.

Beneath the masks were pairs of eyes long since closed but peaceful and serene, like ordinary faces enjoying redemption.

“Go to the afterlife, you forsaken souls…”

The girl took her final dance step, and the silver bell in her hand turned into light points, gently scattering, while the countless figures who had already removed their masks fell to the ground, bowing their heads like pilgrims, offering heartfelt praise and gratitude to the priestess wrapped in the light of the white fox in the last moments of their souls’ return.

“Snap!”

The spatial magic array enveloping the street dispersed.

The Oracle stumbled out of the center of the array, and the Ferryman quickly supported him, but the old man paid no attention to the latter’s anxious inquiry. He only gazed towards the White Fox Girl, who had just ended the transcendental dance surrounded by the nine-tailed fox shadows, murmuring softly to himself with barely audible words.

“On the River of Three Ways, the Flower of the Other Shore blooms again… is this… the true power of the Spiritual Fox Priestess? To actually possess the ability to transcend the cycle of life and death. If only she had been there back then…”

“Hah…”

Immersed in an unparalleled special ambiance, the girl did not hear the old man’s murmurs. As the sea of ascending souls floated away, the Miss White Fox slowly opened her silver-blue eyes beneath the mask, the corners of her lips curving into a faint smile.

“Turns out it was you… now let’s see how you hide.”

The White Fox Girl turned around, soaring into the sky as everyone finally snapped back to reality from the astonishing scene, gasping in urgent shouts. In the blink of an eye, she had vanished without a trace.

About ten minutes later.

The ground rumbled, and countless Temple Knights in military formation charged in from the far end of the street, completely surrounding the once-battlefield street.

Saint of Bright Light Yuna Summerfield hurriedly walked out of the military formation, accompanied by a group of Holy Warriors, lifting her gaze to survey the surroundings, only to see the strange scene of individuals adoring as if on a pilgrimage, still lingering in the street that had yet to be cleaned up. Even with the usually composed nature of the Saintess, she couldn’t help but pause for a moment in surprise.

She soon spotted an old man with white hair, standing quietly beside the body of a Faceless One that had been purified, silently observing.

“Oracle, old man, I apologize. I heard something happened over at the Lingyin Merchant Association, and I meant to lead the army to support you immediately. Unfortunately, something also came up over at the Temple, which delayed us a bit. What’s going on? Why are these innocent people possessed by demons…?”

The old man turned, revealing a smile tinged with emotion.

“Yes, they have all been redeemed, their souls breaking free of their shackles and returning to the world. It’s a pity, Saintess Yuna, that you arrived a moment too late and couldn’t witness such a scene. It is truly a bit regrettable…”

“Redemption…? Who could have…?”

The Oracle cast a “look” over the Temple Knights behind the Saintess, and similar to Yuna just now, he naturally couldn’t act as familiar in front of outsiders. So he simply shook his head slightly.

“This is a long story. If you don’t mind, Saintess, how about we discuss it inside? The battle has just paused, and the street will still need some time for cleanup; it would be a lot of trouble for you and the Temple Knights.”

The two had collaborated for a long time, so Yuna immediately understood the old man’s subtle hint. After a moment’s contemplation, she nodded.

“Okay, then we’ll take care of the cleanup work immediately. Pedrick, you’ll handle the situation outside.”

At the Saintess’s back, the golden-haired Arbiter with two large swords immediately lowered his head respectfully in silence.

“Yes, your Highness.”

“Your Highness, please.”

“Oracle, old man, please.”