Chapter 1014: Chapter 1012: Profanation of the Past (Part 2) Chapter 1014: Chapter 1012: Profanation of the Past (Part 2) Nobody could have imagined that things would turn into this situation.

For Ji Ping, who had claimed it was just a joke, Ji Liushuang executed him without hesitation.

It wasn’t even a sudden attack in ambush, but a declaration of execution in front of everyone, followed by a decisive and unstoppable sword strike.

She wasn’t worried about anyone intervening.

In fact, no one did.

Though for Ji Xun and another person, Ji Liushuang’s sword strike was certainly terrifying, as demigods, saving someone was not an issue.

However, in that instant, the two, without having a chance to communicate, found themselves inexplicably not moving.

It wasn’t that they were cowed by her momentum; the focus of Ji Liushuang’s declaration of execution seemed to be “by my will alone, you shall die,” but upon closer thought, the true meaning was quite straightforward–I want the Gospel Group, but you, Ji Ping, are not worthy of trading it for your life.

It sounded domineering, but “do you know who you’re talking to?”–she was asserting her claim with the authority of the presumptive family head.

Maybe in the past, they would have merely sighed at the audacity of the younger generation and brushed it off.

But what about the Rebirth Club?

The family and the Native Council’s foolish actions were, theoretically, cleaned up by the Rebirth Club; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Was she using this opportunity to assert her presence… and she had indeed seized the moment.

This younger relative was much more formidable than her mother!

Now, Ji Liushuang’s intention was clear, as the next head of the family, she wanted the Gospel Group, and the man had to die, with no one qualified to make her choose between the two.

She even put her words into action without hesitation.

Pfft!

The next moment, blood splattered.

Any semblance of restraint from the beginning now seemed ridiculous.

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As Ji Ping’s face shattered before her eyes, the rapier in Ji Liushuang’s hand let out a mournful cry.

It was designed for lightness and concealment, not a Divine weapon, and it too shattered under the strike, rendered unusable.

Fortunately, it was no longer needed.

Ji Ping’s seemingly intact head now held not a trace of life.

Ji Liushuang was fully aware of this when she struck.

Sword Heart Enlightenment, she had never before used it so purely as a technique for killing.

Ji Liushuang held the broken sword silently in her hand.

Looking at it now, it truly was a different feeling.

In that moment earlier, she knew without a doubt that Ji Ping would die, the process in the middle only required her to unleash such a sword strike.

And she had no doubts about her ability to do so.

Now she had accomplished it, and even the Sword Heart Enlightenment seemed clearer and more lucid, untroubled by illusion.

Of course, there was a price to pay.

A clink echoed.

As Ji Liushuang tossed the broken sword next to the corpse, blood quickly seeped from her shoulder.

The physical and mental strain of the sword strike was immense; even in good condition, it was hard to sustain, let alone with previous grave injuries.

“I have killed the man.”

But she still stood upright, turning her head to look at the silent crowd.

“I will accept any decision you make regarding the Gospel Group after your discussion.”

“Don’t have too many concerns; I have no direct connection with the Rebirth Club.”

As if anyone would believe you!

No one had expected Ji Ping to truly be killed by a single sword strike, and amidst their astonishment, Ji Liushuang’s last statement made many scoff internally.

Of course, seeing the blood on her scapula, yet standing fierce as a War God, nobody dared to voice their disdain.

Although her words were indeed true.

“Because ‘Professor Andiel’ said that he is not Lu Ming.”

Ji Liushuang no longer paid them any attention and turned her head toward the dazzling illusion where space and time overlapped.

In her increasingly transparent perception, various things flashed rapidly through her mind, and the urge to confirm something gradually grew stronger.

Yet, in the end, she followed that person’s arrangement and stood still without moving.

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Now, this is interesting.

Within the Darkfire Cage, Fu Qian observed the humanoid figure that the strange colors had contracted into.

Apart from not wearing a mask, and with no disguise whatsoever, the most miraculous thing was that the figure even looked a bit leaner–undeniably, it was himself before he had become a thug.

Almost at the same time as he sized up the figure, the other party also looked over.

“Do you remember now?”

After looking at each other for a few seconds, the other self smiled faintly and asked softly.

“Remember what?”

Noticing that the Darkfire Cage was still there, but the attacks from the giant claws had momentarily stopped, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in wonder and casually countered with a question.

“Don’t ask.”

Unexpectedly, the other shook his head, completely unwilling to provide an answer.

“You need to think.”

“That’s a memory that originally belonged to you. Think hard, don’t let yourself be confined.”

“Transcending one’s own limits… You’re not talking about the so-called memories before the age of three, are you?”

“No.”

The other still shook his head and even touched his temple with a finger.

With that gesture, a scene suddenly unfolded in Fu Qian’s mind.

An endless expanse of gray-white, in the searing heat reminiscent of exploding stars, a lofty being fell with a wail, turning into a sea of fire.

In fact, it was indeed a sea.

This extremely impactful scene was indeed taking place over a tumultuous ocean surface.

Only instead of water, what surged was ash devoid of any trace of life.

And within this hellish scene, an entity submerged in the ashes was, at the moment of annihilation, spraying out vast streams of information. Merely glimpsing at it enabled one to feel its complexity.

Although most of it vanished in an instant, there was a strand that pierced through the unbelievable barriers of time and space, imprinting onto a cluster of rapidly dividing cells.

“So, this is the memory beyond the limit? ‘My’ true origin?”

It seemed like only a moment had passed as he finished accessing these memories, Fu Qian raised his head and said to that other self.

“As I’ve said, don’t ask, just think more.”

Unexpectedly, the other maintained a charlatan’s demeanor, still shaking his head.

“Including this question– you know the answer.”

Not responding immediately, Fu Qian knew what the other was referring to–that thing submerged in the ashes.

From the first glance, he felt a connection that transcended flesh and even the spirit, an inseparable bond of cause and effect that would ultimately converge.

“You know the answer better than anyone. Speak your true name.”

The “self” spoke softly, soothing like comforting a baby who had just awakened.

“Blasphemy…”

Guided by this, Fu Qian finally let out a sigh-like response.

“But that is your true name.”

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The expression on the face of the other self across from him nearly froze in an instant.

“Reincarnated deity, awakening step by step, reclaiming what belongs to oneself– it’s a good story.”

Fu Qian’s voice now carried an undisguised scorn.

“But unfortunately, a real man doesn’t need those things.”