Chapter 223 Part 1

Chapter 223 Part 1: Sorry, My Death Is Necessary; Who Is the Victim? (1)

Early morning.

Chu Yuanqing’s eyelashes rested on her eyelids as she sank into a dream full of lingering echoes. The chemical reaction woven by magic made the gaps between souls sparkle, lighting up the walls deep in the spiritual realm.

Those walls were pure white, colorful, red and black, filthy, and brilliant… filled with the colors of all living beings and containing the miraculous creations of the universe. Their size was so grand that they supported heaven and earth, and the few strands of authority spilling over were so glorious that even the thirteen pillars that uphold the world became just a part of it under the restraint of the fading fire.

—The Wall of Sighs.

This blessing comes from an unknown inheritance. It is a rare concept of defense that she has not yet integrated into Levatin. Seventeen years ago, it acted as a vessel, absorbing all the power from the pendant, creating a miraculous creation that carries the dreams of many.

On the other side, there was a vast sea that looked like an abyss and the sky.

"Splash, splash…"

These sounds seemed like a declaration of death, with waves of truth surging, constantly crashing against walls that are mightier than glaciers.

"Boom, boom, boom…"

From deep within the ocean, there were loud rumbles. Thirteen columns mixed with various energies stood tall, as if they were shaking the weight of billions of hectares of water, working with the erosion of the Sea of Truth to charge towards the pure white, but returned empty-handed again and again, sighing echoes across the world.

The seawater flowed upwards towards the sky, and heavy rain fell endlessly.

Splash, splash.

This is the roar of the waves, as well as the chains that steal power, making a loud noise as they are dragged along the ocean floor.

No one would expect that the battlefield where "pure white" suppressed the Disaster was hidden within a person’s spiritual realm. This tug-of-war lasting 17 years was so long that even the gods felt tired.

Chu Yuanqing slept peacefully, her soul carrying all the waves of the battlefield.

The city walls, built with all their strength, relied on the remaining fire to be born anew. Only when they occasionally broke and revealed cracks would the curse of the Sea of Truth seep in, causing memories to be stripped away and decay.

It is worth mentioning that the reason for the magical restoration’s ability to heal the soul, increase the rate of magical absorption, and soothe the pain of the curse is partly because the emotions created during this process entered the spiritual realm in the form of magic.

In the end, they turned into firewood within the walls, allowing the dimming remaining fire to create a brief but intense warmth.

Of course, it is not just that.

The idealism of a magical girl is, in its essence, a kind of miracle.

Xie Qingxuan, Tang Liuli, and Kirimi Miyuki knew that when one of them was hurt, their wishes for each other’s recovery during each magical restoration would become a concept-level Corrective Force, trying to correct the source of Chu Yuanqing’s injuries.

Yes, that means the Sea of Truth.

However, these gathered wishes and magic are truly too small compared to the goal, making miracles still feel far away.

These are all guesses based on the understanding of a witch.

Tonight, as Chu Yuanqing slept, she felt as if she were resting by a campfire, her body and mind warm beyond measure. She enjoyed a high-quality sleep she hadn’t had in 17 years, so much so that she didn’t even notice the little shivers from occasionally eating too much magic.

It felt as if a dog had given her a sleeping potion.

The Pure White Witch frowned slightly as the remaining flames from the spiritual realm gradually faded away. The deep, chilling cold returned with the sound of crashing waves, sweeping waves of pain that gnawed at the flesh, making her tremble involuntarily.

Chu Yuanqing’s consciousness began to awaken, and pieces of her past started to tumble back and forth with the clash of the leftover flames and waves.

The overlapping scenes and chaotic whispers felt like memories from different times, places, and moods intertwining, piecing together bizarre images in her mind.

But it was unclear, as if everything had been blurred, leaving behind an irritating blankness.

In the end, all that remained was the voice of one person, speaking brokenly, with words that were hard to connect.

——"This time, you will forget me too, right?"

——"I am really just a coward. Why would the gods give someone like me such a blessing? It’s truly a cruel joke."

——"It’s so lonely; I seem to… understand your pain now."

——"Little Qing, I feel so awful."

——"I’m sorry, the death of the silly shrine maiden is necessary, even for me."

Chu Yuanqing was overwhelmed by a sudden sadness. For a moment, she could hardly breathe. Her delicate face looked confused, and her open eyes uncontrollably spilled tears, creating blurred patches of sunlight on the pillow, shattering into circles and dots.

The heart of the Pure White Witch twitched, and she struggled to take deep breaths, as if swords were crossing inside her, cutting through her heart and veins, bringing a pain that left her mind blank.

Who is that? She should know; she shouldn’t forget.

Chu Yuanqing asked herself again. The lantern on her chest, responding to her strong emotions, released a blazing light from the stored energy of the other small idols. Even the paper crane jar lying in the ashes burned away ten paper cranes, turning them into kindling for the remaining fire.

At that moment, the flames blazed brightly for an instant and then quickly faded away, successfully clearing away some dust and bringing one piece of memory into focus.

The familiar person was leaning against the ruins left after the Disaster Wave.

The girl’s adorable face was covered in blood, and the oversized black coat draped around her small body like a blanket. The dust-covered lashes hung low, and her bright green eyes had long lost their sharp focus.

On her wrist, there was a deep cut that showed white bone, and the blood on the outside had dried, darkening to a color that looked like scorching flame, strikingly bright.

The strange crystal, which seemed as fragile as Liuli and shimmered beautifully in the light, extended from the wound, wrapping around the entire half-collapsed building, creating a scene that looked like flowing water.

— Blood of Sighs.

This blessing burst forth from her consciousness, and the beautiful scene in the light collapsed. The lonely, fragile body, light as a shed cicada shell, shattered away without leaving a trace.

Chu Yuanqing sat up and looked down at her hands, murmuring in confusion:

"Who is Liuli? Is Blood of Sighs the same kind of blessing as The Wall of Sighs?"

"Why was it necessary for you and Miyuki to die? What exactly happened in the past…?"

Chu Yuanqing took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and returned to a calm state, quickly organizing her thoughts and locking away all her doubts and feelings.

The victory in that world line was built upon many sacrifices and tragedies. The strong reaction this time was simply due to the awakening memories being more significant, and she had become more sensitive because of her transformation into a witch.

But all of this was ultimately a thing of the past.

Chu Yuanqing knew that the only gift she could give to all the sacrifices was to protect this new era that everyone had worked together to build, ensuring that tragedy would not happen again.

The Pure White Witch stood up and went to the bathroom. She used a comb to smooth her messy hair in front of the mirror and gently touched the dim lantern with her fingers to offer it comfort before starting to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Although becoming a magical girl initially gave her a pure nature, and in theory, she could "refresh" her state by simply cutting some Magic Armor, the habits she had developed over the years did not need to be forcefully changed.

Ten minutes later,

Chu Yuanqing changed her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, holding the paper crane jar with a sense of disappointment. Her moment of impulse had caused the number of paper cranes inside to drop from 1,037 to 1,027. She gently touched the gift from Little Sakura, like comforting a lantern, and politely expressed her apologies to it.

"But… it seems the effect did not drop much, right?"

Well, after the magic evolution with the golden retriever yesterday, Little Sakura’s gift received a great upgrade. Even after using up 10 paper cranes, it can now store 2.5 units of magic power, and the interest from the magic bank has risen to 20%. The other aspects have made some improvements, but not much has changed.

Chu Yuanqing believes that as long as she keeps making progress, this gift will eventually become a powerful high-level item!

Pure White Witch tried hard to ignore the ‘hardships’ of the process. She opened a paper crane to distract herself, curious to see what little surprise would come this time.

Then, Little Sakura began to tell silly jokes by Dongliu in her ear.

Chu Yuanqing didn’t get the joke, but she thought Miyuki was very cute, trying so hard to make herself happy, even though she wasn’t good at it. She felt healed by the other person and smiled softly.

The girl opened her phone and looked at her Weibo account. Her fan count had reached 17.92 million, showing no sign of slowing down. Although ‘Dazzling Stage’ was on a break, the previous shows and live streams, along with various fan creations and edits, continued to attract new fans.