Chapter 859 - 430 Chaos_2
Yes, this was the answer in his heart. No matter how truthfully the Spectral Saint Mage had recounted those two stories, at this moment, in his heart, he still found it hard to believe. Nor did he want to believe.
"Brother, but, I remember, I really do remember some things. I can be sure that those are my memories. They originate from the bloodline within us," Long Kongkong spoke, his gaze now icier than before, as strong negative emotions surged within him like a fountain. His eyes were filled with hatred and destruction, while intense sorrow assaulted his brain repeatedly.
"No, Kongkong, it’s not like that. We are human! How could we help wraiths destroy humanity? Kongkong, wake up!" Long Dangdang took large strides toward Long Kongkong, panic the only emotion in his heart at the moment. Everything before him seemed so unreal.
A pale blue light flickered, and Long Dangdang’s body suddenly froze, fixed in place. Ling Xue turned her body to look at him, her eyes twinkling with complex emotions.
"Humans? Every wraith was once human. But how many wraiths have died a natural death? Do you think a human who has died a natural death can become a wraith? Isn’t it the injustices of the living world that lead to restless deaths? Can’t the two stories I’ve told awaken you yet? Why can’t I awaken the bloodline memories that should inherently arise in you, considering that you are my son? Or could it be that you are not my son at all?"
The spiritual power of the Spectral Saint Mage Ling Xue suddenly flared in her eyes; she abruptly raised her hand and violently grasped Long Dangdang’s head, unleashing a terrifying surge of spiritual power that came crashing down.
Long Dangdang possessed considerable spiritual power himself, which had been enhanced by the Soul Stone and further nourished back by Little Evil, to the point that he had even touched the edge of the 9th Rank. When he was targeted by a mental attack, Little Evil immediately reacted, seeking to resist, and his own spiritual power likewise burst forth.
However, it was all in vain. The spiritual power of the Spectral Saint Mage Ling Xue was simply too overwhelming. Her formidable spiritual power stormed into Long Dangdang’s mental spirit ocean with an almost brute force, leaving no place for his mental spirit ocean to hide under the extensive sweep of her soul power.
Neither Little Evil nor Little Eight, nor his own power could move in the slightest under this complete suppression. Only the strange surging of his Bloodline Power barely protected his mental spirit ocean from damage.
Ling Xue’s eyes shimmered with inconsistent colors, "Why? Why can’t I find the imprint of my soul in your soul? We are mother and son, yet why can’t I feel my soul’s presence in you? Why? Are you not my son?"
Completely unlike Long Kongkong, on whom she could clearly sense an all-too-familiar aura among all the others, one that was so similar to her previous life that she felt she could even perceive the emotional turmoil of Little Austin just before she died.
On the contrary, on Long Dangdang, she could not sense anything at all. Indeed, not even a trace of her son’s presence from her past life. Yet, they were twins born of the same mother! Could it be that only one of her reborn sons inherited the memories? But they both carried that strange bloodline mark, which undeniably belonged to her son’s mysterious and powerful Bloodline Power. Even she could only serve as a vessel to pass down this power to her sons, unable to wield it herself.