Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c40

Witch’s Night: Chapter 40 The Silent Saint, The Silent Despair

The Sanctuary, the Holy Mountain.

This was where the Saint discovered the “First Ember,” and from that moment on, human civilization finally gained a foothold in the New Era.

The current area of the Sanctuary was the size of Noah when it was first built a thousand years ago.

With the strengthening of the Ember Formation and the expansion of Noah, this place gradually became the core area accessible only to the Noah Holy Church.

Later, even the Noah Holy Church was barred from entering this area, only the Saints could set foot here.

No one knew why the Saints sealed off the Sanctuary, only that the Saint, who saved human civilization, chose to rest here in her final moments.

Deep within the Holy Mountain was a pure white temple. This was where the Saint used to reside. After this white temple was built, she rarely appeared before the world again.

However, no one would forget her because of this.

Because she was the Saint.

Now, times had changed. The white temple was only reopened for a period during the War of the Witch of Absolute Death hundreds of years ago, to suppress the Witch of Absolute Death who had descended upon the world.

Afterwards, almost all the Saints remained silent within the white temple, using their lives to monitor the Witch of Absolute Death.

This situation had lasted for hundreds of years, and finally, today, it changed once again.

A woman shrouded in shadows gently knocked on the door of the white temple. Without much sound, the door slowly opened.

A thousand years of change hadn’t left any trace on this white temple built by the Saint herself, as if time had frozen at the moment of its completion.

“Coming here always reminds me of the War of the Witch of Absolute Death… It was truly terrifying.”

The visitor was Shadow. She sighed and stepped into the white temple.

In an instant, the shadows enveloping her dispersed, revealing Shadow’s true appearance.

It was a striking Eastern face, pure black waist-length hair casually draped over her back, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes particularly eye-catching.

Even more striking was a tear mole beneath her right eye, adding a touch of coldness to her oval face. She was indeed a great beauty.

Unfortunately, thinking of this beauty’s personality, her image instantly crumbled.

Like Illusion, Shadow rarely appeared in her true form, so not many people had seen her true appearance, and those who knew her could hardly imagine that this goofball actually had a cold and aloof face.

But having arrived at the temple, no matter how goofy she usually was, Shadow had to restrain herself and maintain a solemn expression.

All the Saint predecessors were silent here. They weren’t resting, they weren’t escaping, but using their lives to defend the safety of human civilization, without stopping for hundreds of years.

And now, the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity they had been waiting for… was about to arrive.

Shadow exhaled, cleared her throat, and called out in a chanting voice,

“Twelve Saints, awaken, I call you in the name of the Saint, awaken.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it quickly echoed throughout the white temple.

As her voice fell, extremely strong spiritual energy fluctuations immediately emanated from various parts of the white temple, countless suffocating auras awakening.

A moment later, in an inconspicuous corner, an aged man sat up slightly, his cloudy eyes slowly opening, looking at Shadow at the doorway,

“Long time no see, Lin Qingying, how have you been?”

His tone was indifferent, as if he had just woken up from a nap and was greeting an acquaintance.

Hearing this, Shadow’s tears almost welled up. She hadn’t seen this old man for hundreds of years.

Everything from the past was still vivid in her mind.

“Teacher, I’m fine.” Shadow suppressed the surging emotions in her chest and forced herself to speak calmly. “And, I have become the Eleventh Saint, taking over the position of ‘Shadow’.”

Back during the War of the Witch of Absolute Death, Shadow—that is, Lin Qingying—participated in the war as an ability user from Dragon City, but that wasn’t her intention.

Dragon City at that time was one of the largest mega-cities, second only to Noah, and the internal power struggles were extremely fierce. They were very divided on the War of the Witch of Absolute Death.

The team they ultimately sent out was uneven in strength, and some people even used their connections to insert their rivals.

Lin Qingying happened to be one of these unlucky ones. Participating in this war with strength not even at “Ruin” level was practically suicidal.

She wasn’t untalented back then, but she wasn’t particularly outstanding in Dragon City, nor did she reach an astonishing level.

And because of her personality, she offended many children of the powerful, which was why she was sent to the battlefield.

If it weren’t for this old man saving her, Lin Qingying would have died on the battlefield. Meeting Illusion was a later event.

Of course, as for her talent, the ability Lin Qingying awakened was the Superpower-type Shadow, but she ended up with a mentor whose ability was Light…

It would be a miracle if she could be outstanding under these circumstances.

“You have the aptitude, I’m not surprised. I’ll have to address you as ‘Shadow’ from now on.” The old man nodded slightly. “Why have you awakened us at this time?”

At the same time, the attention of the surrounding auras instantly focused on Shadow. They had also awakened, but because the old man was more familiar with Shadow, they didn’t interrupt.

“Illusion and I have a new discovery,” Shadow felt nervous under the gazes of so many predecessors. “We seem to have discovered… the ‘malice’ that the Saint mentioned.”

Hearing this, the old man’s indifferent expression instantly became serious, and the surrounding gazes intensified,

“Are you certain?”

Almost all Saints had seen the Saint’s notes, and the description of “malice” in them was nothing short of despair-inducing, a terrifying existence that even the Gods, after countless years, were still helpless against.

“Suspected, we can’t be certain.”

Shadow continued under immense pressure, “Therefore, Illusion plans to take her to see the Saint’s remains…”

“No!”

Before she could finish, a voice of opposition immediately rang out.

Then, more voices followed,

“Absolutely not! The Saint finally broke free from the Primordial Demons, how can we let her come into contact with ‘malice’ again!”

“Has Illusion forgotten the lesson from three hundred years ago? The Saint’s remains… absolutely cannot come into contact with any outsiders!”

“But, this is Illusion’s decision, perhaps she has her own considerations.”

“This matter is too important to be decided arbitrarily.”

The discussion continued for a while, with both opposition and support, and the Saints couldn’t reach a consensus.

After a not-so-heated argument, the old man coughed a few times and said in a low voice,

“Silence.”

All sounds in the white temple instantly disappeared.

“Shadow hasn’t finished, let her continue.” The old man waved his hand and said.

He was the Second Saint. Although his strength wasn’t the strongest, he had relatively more influence among the Saints.

Theoretically, the Twelve Saints were one and the same, without any hierarchy. The so-called ranking was more for distinguishing between them, but it still implied a certain seniority, although not particularly strong.

Seeing her predecessors arguing, Shadow felt even more pressure, and it wasn’t until the old man intervened that she felt a little better.

She composed herself and continued, “There’s one more thing. The young lady suspected of being related to ‘malice’ has the exact same appearance as the Witch of Absolute Death.”

In an instant, everyone looked towards the depths of the white temple, at a formless darkness.

“…Are you certain?”

The old man’s pupils constricted, and his expression showed slight turmoil.

“Certain,” Shadow continued, bracing herself. “And, she seems to be related to the Misters of Dawn… Before Mister Nine passed away, he gave her his remaining life force, and One even temporarily entrusted her with her body.”

“Yan City… Lannister…”

Shadow spoke more and more fluently, recounting Luo Yan’s deeds in Yan City and Lannister.

Of course, only what she knew.

“Finally, her name is ‘Luo Yan’.”

After she finished speaking, Shadow let out a long sigh of relief.

As Shadow recounted this series of stories about Luo Yan, the Saints became increasingly silent.

They realized that this “Miss Luo Yan,” who suddenly appeared in a remote small city, might really be related to the “malice” mentioned in the Saint’s notes.

But they still couldn’t be certain.

Because “malice” was a conceptual entity similar to the Gods, and it was very likely an existence of a higher level.

On the other hand, the “malice” recorded in the Saint’s notes wasn’t as… kind as this Miss Luo Yan…

The reason the Gods became mad, the reason their powers were distorted, was all because of the corruption of “malice.”

Destroying civilization was the last shred of lucidity retained by the mad Gods. Otherwise, their true forms could only exist in a state of chaos, unable to extricate themselves.

If it weren’t for the Saint completely breaking free from the influence of madness and becoming a mortal, this information would never have been recorded.

It could be said that the Noah Holy Church knew far more about the so-called truth than the Church of the End Gods.

Therefore, their faith was even firmer, and they didn’t need to rely on shocks to their worldview beyond comprehension to achieve piety.

“If I remember correctly, the name ‘Luo Yan’ was also mentioned in the Saint’s notes.” The Second Saint said in a deep voice.

“That’s right, it was mentioned thirty-seven times, and I don’t know if it was a mistake on the Saint’s part, but it appeared seven times in a row on one page.”

A gentle voice sounded, it was another Saint.

“Could it be the same person?”

The Second Saint’s cloudy eyes looked at Shadow.

“Probably not,” Shadow shook her head and said, “According to this ‘Miss Luo Yan,’ the reason she has this name is purely because when she woke up, this was the only name in her mind.”

Elise, in her Illusion form, had asked, and Luo Yan answered honestly.

The Second Saint was silent for a moment and then said,

“I think Illusion’s proposal can be considered.”

“Reason, explain.”

This was the voice that had first raised the objection.

“Because her name is Luo Yan,” the Second Saint said softly, “The Saint missed Luo Yan very much, everyone who has read the Saint’s notes can feel it.”

There was such a thing?

Shadow blinked, a sudden urge to gossip arising.

The Saint’s notes couldn’t be taken out of this white temple, and even the Saints couldn’t remember the detailed contents for too long, unless they stayed in the temple and never left.

This was to prevent the leakage of certain forbidden knowledge, so even though Shadow had also read the Saint’s notes, she didn’t have much of an impression of the details.

The opposing voice was silent for a moment and then said,

“I second.”

“Second.”

“Agree.”

There were no more objections. All the Saints unanimously approved this “dangerous proposal” initiated by Illusion.

Shadow also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Illusion had given her a strict order before she came.

If it didn’t work, Illusion would forcibly take Luo Yan to the top of the Holy Mountain.

In that case, Illusion would probably face severe punishment, possibly even being removed from her position as a Saint.

As good friends, Shadow naturally didn’t want anything to happen to Illusion, so it was good that these Saint predecessors agreed.

“Is there anything else?” the Second Saint said. “We still have some time left before we have to return to our slumber.”

The Saints remained silent within the white temple to guard the seal on the Witch of Absolute Death, so most of their minds were focused on controlling the seal deep within the temple.

They could temporarily rest, but not for too long, because there was a risk of accidents.

This was also the first time in hundreds of years that all the guarding Saints had awakened together. This was only done in emergencies.

“Nothing else, Teacher.” Shadow shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Actually, Noah has changed a lot. It’s becoming more and more like the world we envisioned, but there are still some trivial struggles in the mortal world.”

“Imperfect, that is what living beings are.”

A faint smile rarely appeared on the Second Saint’s lips.

“I hope I’ll have the opportunity to go out and see it before the end of my life.”

He was also very old, although a few hundred years younger than Mister Nine, he was still a figure from nearly a thousand years ago.

The Second Saint didn’t know if he could leave this cage before the end of his life, but he had never regretted it.

From the moment he became a Saint, he had made the grand vow to protect human civilization, guarding it for a thousand years without change.

“Go back, this place isn’t suitable for you,” the Second Saint waved his hand and said, “You’re still young, we are already old.”

Shadow suddenly choked up. She, as a fellow Saint, knew very well the situation of her teacher and predecessors.

In their lifetime, in their lifetime… perhaps, it meant eternal separation.

Even though they were always close by, she didn’t know if there would ever be a chance to meet again.

Shadow wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Finally, after several attempts, she could only sigh heavily,

“Yes, Teacher.”

In the holy white temple, the awakened Saints returned to their slumber one after another, their auras disappearing. A look of kindness appeared in the Second Saint’s eyes before he slowly closed them.

Shadow stood there for a while longer before silently turning and leaving the white temple.

But just as she closed the temple door, Shadow seemed to hear a faint, almost imperceptible voice,

“A small… white flower…”

……

“Hmm?” Luo Yan suddenly looked up and frowned slightly. “Who?”

“Miss Luo Yan, what’s wrong?”

Anna, cracking sunflower seeds, asked casually.

“It seems like someone is talking to me,” Luo Yan said with a puzzled expression. “Seemingly calling me…”