The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 209: Chapter 199: Dungeon Conquest

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Chapter 199: Dungeon Conquest Listen While Reading: Natural Beauty ----- The concert ended, and everything finally came back to normal. The spray’s effects fully dissipated, and the restraints of the dungeon were activated. But the dungeon boss himself was already falling into pieces, and we were, at long last, being slain. He was nothing but the will of an ancient being, a man who betrayed his world and abandoned it, coming back only to use whatever was left for his own benefit. He left behind a world full of history, myths, legacies, and beauty. Of countless golden mountains, of nine colorful heavens. Of the beauty of martial arts and of the undying heart of the Murim. The cultivators, with their different ideologies, their fights, their victories and losses, their laughter, their sorrow, everything. The beautiful world that Fang Shuan told me about—a world so beautiful, a world so wonderful—made him both smile and cry as he recalled its endless, fantastical landscapes. And all the wonderful and terrible people he met there. Their history, their world, their legacy... All gone, shattered into pieces, only ancient temples of sects left behind, and their dying, Martial Souls, still trying to stick to the world that was once as glorious as the nine heavens and the eternal golden sun. “Ah… So… I lost…” The Venerable’s Will was slowly fragmenting apart, his very essence dissipating. He was nothing but a fragment of the true perpetrator of everything, yet he carried his thoughts, mind, memories, and personality. “I know you’re just a fragment of his Will, but I must ask you; I have to.” Fang Shuan walked to his side, his body size slowly reducing to four meters of height after the powers of the Guardian of the Balance were retrieved, though he still kept a sizable amount of that strength permanently. “Slain by my own son…” The Venerable muttered, golden blood coming from his mouth. “I might only be his Will, but I feel like him. This is… Is this what I have sowed?” “…” Fang Shuan sighed. “Was it all fake? Your love for me? For mother? All those times you stood with me, those moments when you taught me the Harmony of the Dao. When you taught me how to manipulate and cultivate my Ki… Those times we enjoyed tea together, below the sun, as my mother talked about the latest gossip around the Golden Sun Palace. Was it all fake? Were you never… enjoying it all? That smile, that laugh…” “It wasn’t fake…” The Will sighed. “I enjoyed it… And I… I loved you and your mother…” “T-Then why?!” Fang Shuan’s tears kept dripping. “Why…” “Because I… I was weak. I escaped because I was weak, cowardly, and pathetic…” Laughed the Will. “Maybe this will be something the real me will never admit, though I am… quite a defective copy of his mind.” “You escaped?” I asked. “How come someone as strong as you couldn’t handle the Monsters?” “It wasn’t the monsters…” The venerable spoke, his eyes full of despair. “It was that… thing. The thing staring at me from the skies. Something only I, as the Supreme Venerable could see. I reached the Realm in which I could gaze into the Outer Universe.” “That… thing?” Asked Baihe. “What thing?” “An endless… Swirling… black… evil…. Chaos….” He muttered. “Its countless jaws, its countless eyes. The moment I saw that aberration, that abomination beyond the stars… I knew our world would not last. No matter what we tried, no matter how hard I could fight… I would never defeat it, and I would never defend this world…” “So you ran away when you saw the Void Ruler?” I asked. “That’s… But even then, why not bring them with you?” “The one that offered me… to become… a Constellation… wanted me to have no weakness… He told me to abandon everything I held dear, if I ever wanted to become powerful enough to escape beyond the limits of Causality…” Muttered the Venerable. “I’m sorry, Fang Shuan… I know it means nothing coming from a copy of his mind, but… Even as I die, I want to… not be too pathetic. I’ll swallow my pride, everything… I…