Warrior's Promise-Novel

Chapter 2652: Imprints

Translator: Larbre StudioEditor: Larbre Studio

‘The majestic Rule of Reincarnation formed a huge Gate of Reincarnation, exuding the earth-shaking power of reincarnation.

Before Su Mo could react, the Gate of Reincarnation instantly shrouded him.

In front of everyone, Su Mo’s body passed through the Gate of Reincarnation and disappeared above the Dosu Tree.

“This is bad!” Ling Chang panicked. Normal attacks could not do anything to Su Mo, but no one could guarantee that they could resist the mysterious and unpredictable power of reincarnation.

After all, those who had not had experienced the power of reincarnation would not know its mysteries.

However, at the sight of the huge Gate of Reincarnation hanging over the void, Ling Chang did not dare to act rashly too.

At this moment, the devouring power had disappeared. Peace returned once more. The boundless fog surrounded them again.

“The power of reincarnation is mysterious. The guy is done for!”

“I hear the power of reincarnation can pull one into endless circles of life. They can never break free!”

“His devouring power has seriously threatened the Dosu Tree. The Tree would not take it lightly!”

“The Dosu Tree’s Rule power is extremely powerful. At its peak, it could reach Seventh Order Great Completion. Very few below the Supreme Being Realm could resist it. He’s as good as dead!”

There was a lot of talk all around. No one believed Su Mo could survive.

Under normal circumstances, even if one simply wanted to pick the Dosu Fruit, they would be attacked by the Tree, but not as strongly.

But once you threatened the Dosu Tree’s survival, it would counter with dire attacks. Even the average Supreme Being might not be able to resist it.

“Aye, Junior Xuan Qing, Wu Shan’s too careless!” Quan Ruhai snickered darkly, but his face showed regret.

Ling Chang’s face was beyond pale as she listened to the people talking.

Swoosh!

Along sword emerged in her hands. Ling Chang got ready to rescue Su Mo.

“No!” Shocked, Quan Ruhai quickly blocked her way. He warned her, “Junior Xuan Qing, you cannot save him. If you do, you’ll be attacked as well. You won’t be able to save yourself.”

“Then how?” Ling Chang asked.

“Whether Wu Shan survives depends on him alone!” Quan Ruhai said in a low voice. “This is the power of reincarnation. Its mysteries are unforeseeable. No one really knows for sure, but we must not act rashly.”

“What if we destroy the Dosu Tree?” Ling Chang suggested.

“Don’t joke around, Junior Xuan Qing, we don’t have the power to do that,” Quan Ruhai grinned in exasperation. “Even if we manage to do that, the people will kill us.”

It was all quite funny to him. The Dosu Tree was one of the treasures of the Ancient Cloud Star Alliance. They were not allowed to destroy it, and they did not dare to.

So he found Junior Xuan Qing to be quite naive.

But because she was so worried about Wu Shan’s safety, it did not sit right for him, which only strengthened his determination to eliminate Su Mo.

‘As long as Wu Shan lived, he would not get the girl.

Ling Chang still looked distressed about listening to him, but she had given up on the rescue mission.

She might not have been able to see Su Mo any more, but she could still feel his aura. His pulse was still extremely strong. He was not in danger for the time being.

She decided to observe. Acting rashly would not help Su Mo, instead it would do more harm than good.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Right then, some of the many thousands of people around the Dosu Tree went on the move again as they flew towards the Dosu Tree.

To them, Su Mo was pretty much dead, and getting the Dosu Fruit was their main priority.

Quan Ruhai moved as well. He had great confidence in getting one Dosu Fruit.

Above the Dosu Tree, the huge Gate of Reincarnation hung high in the air, as though it existed for eternity.

At this moment, because of Gate of Reincarnation’s power, Su Mo’s consciousness had fallen into endless reincarnation.

‘Whether he would be forever trapped in reincamation, unable to escape, or whether he could break through the power of reincarnation and find his way out, it would have to depend on fate.

At the foot of a large mountain, there was a poor little village with several households.

Most of the adult men hunted for a living, while the children had to practise martial arts and train their physical fitness.

“Hey! Hal Hey! Ha!”

Shouts rang out from the village square. A group of twenty or so children were practising their punches.

“That’s good. Only by building a strong body can you survive in the future. Only with a strong body can you fight the fierce beasts in the mountains and safeguard the peace in Wong Clan Village,” a burly middle-aged man yelled out loud in front of the kids.

He felt a touch of relief. The children of this generation, regardless of gender, were quite talented. They could protect the village when they grew up.

Then the man turned to look out of the square. A boy about nine years of age sat staring off to space on a big rock. The man hopelessly shook his head. This child, named Wang Cheng, was a dunce. He was only good at spacing out.

The boy in question was also staring at the children training in the square, looking rather dazed.

“Wang Clan Village… Hong Qingxuan… Dosu Fruit… Qian Xunyue…!” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovelꜰɪre.ɴet

Still dazed, Wang Cheng muttered to himself, non-stop. His mind was in a chaos, as if an invisible voice was messing with his thoughts.

He had turned nine this year. Ever since he could remember, these words kept springing in his mind, but he did not understand what they mean.

These inexplicable terms had seriously affected his life, making him unable to concentrate, and because of that he became the dunce acknowledged by everyone in the village.

“Who’s Hong Qingxuan? Who’s Qian Xunyue? What’s a Dosu Fruit?” Wang Cheng racked his brains, wanting to make sense of everything. But the more he thought, the more painfully his head throbbed, causing a splitting headache.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Just then, the sounds of beastly bellows came from the mountain, and the earth shook.

Terrifying beasts travelled in groups, charging towards Wang Clan Village.

“Stampede!”

“It’s a stampede!”

“Get out, everyone!”

A flurry of cries came from Wang Clan Village, sounding in all directions.

Everyone in the village, from the young to the old, men and women alike, took up their weapons to defend themselves against the swarm of beasts.

But the stampede this time was more frightening then ever. There were just too many of them.

One by one, the villagers were slaughtered by the beasts, dying in pools of blood.

In just half an hour, the Wang Clan Village had been completely destroyed, the villagers all devoured by the beasts.

“Who am I? Who am I really?”

Wang Cheng died in the jaws of a giant wolf. Before his death, he yelled out the question that had been troubling him for so long.

Snow Wind Kingdom.

In the middle of a vast mountain forest, a figure flew by in a hurry, chased by a gang of burly men.

“Tian Ying, you can’t run!” the leader barked. Even the leaves in the forest trembled at the sound.

“Oh no!” The figure fleeing in the front was a frail young man in black, looking very gloomy.

He was an assassin, rigorously trained from a young age to kill for a living.

It had been three years since he had made his debut. He had never missed once, therefore making him the top assassin in the organization.

But today he had missed it. He had been employed to assassinate a gang leader, but not only had he failed, he had ended up being hunted by the top gang members.

He was outnumbered. He could only try his best to escape. If they caught up with him, he would be killed.

Swish!

There was a sharp crackling sound. A black concealed weapon was flung out at him, but he could not avoid it in time. The weapon hit him on the leg, making him trip and fall to the ground.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

‘The gang of burly men swiftly approached and surrounded him.

“Tian Ying, there’s no escape today. Tell me who sent you and I’ll leave your body whole.” A man in a yellow suit, standing eight feet in height and carrying a machete, looked at Tian Ying with murder in his eyes.

“Oh, no one can kill me. The Sorcerer Tribe can’t, and you can’t either. I, Su Mo, will die by my own hand!” Tian Ying held a dagger to throat and was about to slit it open when he was stunned by his own words.

Who was Su Mo?

‘What did he mean by the Sorcerer Tribe?

Over the years, Tian Ying had always had this confusion. The name ‘Su Mo! was often mentioned in his speech. But he was not called Su Mo. He did not even know anyone by that name.

But the name seemed to be in his blood, and he often spoke of it involuntarily.

“Stop him!”

Someone yelled when Tian Ying was about to commit suicide. Several burly men quickly approached their captive.

But they were too late. Not waiting to be stopped, Tian Ying slit his own throat with quick precision.

Life after life.

Forever and ever, never stopping.

Ordinary people were experiencing extraordinary lives. There was sadness and frustrations, as well as good fortune, harmony, success, and happiness.

However, there were profound imprints in these countless segments of life which could never be destroyed.

Su Mo, Ling Chang, Hong Qingxuan, Qian Xunyue, the Wasteland, the Sorcerer Tribe, Su Xiaomo, and so on, impacted one ordinary individual after another.

These were memory imprints, appearing again and again, life after life.

Once these memory imprints were gone, the consciousness they held of their owners would completely disappear, never to be revived.

These were not dreams. They were different from the fantasies constructed by the Heavenly Dream Primordial Spirit. Rather, they were real people with real lives living through one incarnation after another, repeated and never-ending.