The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 687 - 358 Shadow and the Unknown_3
He looked at An Su with the same gaze one would give to a monster.
"Such a pity," Mr. Demon said with regret and pain, shaking his head, "just a bit short of the necessary heat. There's no chance now."
The most painful thing in life is to be without money, but what's more painful than lacking money is being in debt without money, and what's even more painful than debt is to be in debt, without money, and still alive.
Despite the countless shocks that An Su had already brought, Mr. Demon still did not believe that An Su could light the Shadow Candle—not only did he think so, but even An Su's ardent supporters did not hold out any hope.
Because the 'Shadow' in the faith of Shadow and the Unknown is a belief that values racial bloodlines above all else.
Even as the Child of the Curse, An Su was always a pure-blooded human.
Apart from bloodlines, the 'Unknown' in Shadow and the Unknown looked at cultural levels; Smiling Lady, a rainbow flag race dropout from prenatal education, barely managed to light the fire of shadow, barely scraping by to be known as the Six Gods' Chosen One, while this kid An Su clearly had an education, knowing many things.
Eroded by culture, lacking the innocent smile favored by the Shadow Mother Goddess, he was fated only to be a lifetime of solving problems.
Even An Su himself did not think he could light it.
Most importantly, the Seven Gods' Chosen was fundamentally an impossible premise. In the thousands of years of the Chaotic Church Nation, no matter how talented an Esoteric Sect Follower, none could become the Seven Gods' Chosen, even in epic tales, there had never been mention of a 'Seven Gods' Chosen'.
"Alright, let's just get through the necessary steps," Mr. Demon said indifferently, shrugging his shoulders. Merely humans, after all; only someone of a pure-blood Demon Clan like himself could obtain the shadow's approval.
An Su nodded. It was already late in the evening, and Miss Luojia was waiting for him to be released from prison. It was time to end things early and head home.
The Saintess's Crown Title time had also passed, and previously she dared to be so arrogant without Floating Wood. An Su couldn't wait to get home to see her explode into a steam machine.
Moreover, he needed healing.
Although An Su's body had reached the level of a Saint, his body had sustained multiple injuries in succession, and the blood loss was too much. His complexion was starting to turn a little pale, and he walked somewhat unsteadily. It was time to end the day.
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The setting sun had long since wearied beyond the mountain's edge, and the obscure night enveloped everything with its heavy shadows, darkness cloaking all of Avad.
Dragging his somewhat unstable steps, An Su stepped in front of the final candle.
And all the memories related to Shadow and the Unknown, the past, whether he remembered it or not, as long as it had once existed, would be awakened through the Seven Gods Ceremony and judged by the gods.
The black candle stood at the edge of the altar, swaying gently with the evening breeze, and as it swayed within An Su's eyes, the smear of black shadow grew increasingly immense, covering everything about the young man in this moment.
An Su saw himself climbing the stairs to fate, and also falling along the endless darkness. He heard, amidst the sounds of the wind, the pitter-patter of the autumn rain, vaguely familiar, so strange, yet so familiar.
"Shadow and the Unknown" corresponded to "Radiance and Truth."
Shadows drowned in radiance, truths buried in the unknown, this was the first awakening in the seventeenth year of the Nether World.
Shadows are radiance, and the unknown is the truth.
In the dimly lit cell, flakes of rust flew about with the autumn rain.
Shadowy figures cavorted in the rainy night, with blood and skeletons dancing, and the altar candles were profane and frenzied.
Including the young man offered upon the altar, with extinguished navy blue eyes, the grey-haired young man who had already died—
An Su Moningsta.
That was himself.
In the alternating shadow and light, An Su heard the voice in the dark:
—"Morning Star Young Master."
