Bobota clenched his fists. He was so strong not long ago, but now, he was so weak.
His mind, his body, and his soul. The endless emptiness made him realize one thing.
Everything was over.
His people, the Flame of Provenance, and his sister.
"I'm sorry," Bobota muttered. Bobota murmured to himself. Images flashed through his mind, and his eyes became misty after the memories broke through.
"Bobota."
At this moment, a voice with a sigh resounded in his ears.
…
Angor didn't expect to hear Bobota crying right after he finished talking to a baby demon.
Bobota heard Angor's voice and looked up with tears in his eyes. "It's over," he mumbled.
"It's your choice. You should know what's going to happen." Angor sighed.
Hearing Angor's words, Bobota slowly woke up from his daze. He glanced at Angor with a sad look.
"I knew I was going to die. I just wanted to buy myself some time by sacrificing Olucia. But I didn't think I'd end up like this. I knew this would happen, but I was too arrogant to think that I could control the situation.
"However, I didn't actually do anything."
Bobota's biggest misconception in his life was that he could control the situation.
Angor raised an eyebrow when Bobota mentioned Olucia's body. "You still want to sacrifice Olucia's body?"
Bobota shook his head with a bitter smile.
He already knew what was going on when he tried to summon the Lord of Deep Space, but the Lord of Deep Space simply ignored him.
From the beginning to the end, he had actually been toyed with by the Deep Abyss Lord.
Even if he obtained Olucia's body and sacrificed it to the Lord of Deep Space, he still wouldn't get what he wanted. Besides, Olucia's body was already taken away by Angor.
"Making a deal with a demon god is no different from working with a tiger," Angor said calmly.
"I heard my sister's prophecy, and I thought I could turn from a pawn to a chess player. But now I realize that I can't do anything when I pray to a demon god …" Bobota looked up at Angor with his murky eyes. "You made the right choice. Don't ever trust a demon god, and don't ever use a summoning object."
Tears of blood and viscous liquid flowed out of Bobota's eyes.
Angor looked at him in silence.
"Can you do me a favor, Angor?" Bobota asked after a long pause.
"No." Angor refused without hesitation.
Bobota was surprised. He didn't think Angor would reject him so quickly. In his mind, there must be a reason why Angor came to find him. If he wanted to refuse, why did he come here?
Or did Angor just come here to laugh at him like a winner?
"You're still alive now. The abnormal energy has disappeared, and the bubble dream that brought you has ended. Come back to reality. At least you're not dead. If you want to do something, you can do it yourself. "
"I'm a cripple now. My mana pool is cracked, and I can't heal it anymore. And my Essence Fire … "Bobota glanced at Gregory, who rolled his eyes at him." My Essence Fire is gone. It's all over. "
"Is Essence Fire important to a Primordial Worshipper?" Angor asked.
"It's the only thing that can ignite the altar of Primordial Worshipper, which can be passed on to our people. According to the prophecy, only when the Flame of Primordial Worshipper is reignited can we regain our glory. That's why Essence Fire is the spiritual pillar of our race. "
Angor nodded as if he was considering something.
"I can give you the Essence Fire." Angor pointed at his earlobe. The purple-white Essence Fire sealed Olucia's soul, so he couldn't give it to Bobota. However, the flame imprint in his earlobe still contained an Origin Fire.
Bobota stared at Angor in shock. Why would Angor give him the Essence Fire when he said he wasn't going to help him?
Angor didn't explain. "Since you have the Essence Fire, you should live and ignite the altar of Primordial Worshipper. Also, you need to find your sister yourself. "
Of course, Bobota knew that he had misunderstood Angor. Angor wasn't here to mock him. He was here to encourage him to live.
Bobota's eyes were filled with tears. This time, it was because he was touched. If he was still in Brute Cavern, he might be able to befriend Angor. But now …
"Thank you." Bobota looked sad. "But even if I choose to ignite the altar of Primordial Worshipper, I'll still die."
Angor looked at Bobota and waited for an explanation.
This matter was related to the core secrets of the Baiyuan people. Bobota hesitated, not knowing if he should say it or not. Bobota sighed. I'm going to die soon anyway, and I can only bury these secrets in my grave. I might as well tell Angor that he's trustworthy.
With that in mind, Bobota revealed a secret about the Baiyuan people.
The so-called Ancestral Altar did not exist in the real world. Bobota himself did not know where it was. It existed in the mind of every Origin Worshipper. As long as one calmed down and sensed it, all Origin Worshippers would be able to sense the Ancestral Altar that existed in the void.
He read in a book that there must be a Primordial Fire in a Baiyuan settlement, which was why some wizards wanted to hunt down Baiyuan people. However, the Origin Worshippers were slaughtered, and not a single Magus managed to find this so-called "Origin Fire".
It turned out that the altar that held the Primordial Flame Origin was not in reality.
"Ever since the fire in the ancestral altar has gradually disappeared. It's getting harder and harder for Origin Worshippers to sense the altar. According to the books left by our ancestors, we can see the altar as long as we close our eyes when it's still burning. But now, we need to use an auxiliary ritual to sense the Primordial Altar.
"The auxiliary ritual takes at least two days. That's why I didn't ignite the Primordial Flame Origin as soon as I arrived in this world. "Bobota's eyes were gloomy.
The auxiliary ritual could help Origin Worshippers find their Ancestral Altar again.
Would they be able to light it up with Primordial Flame Origin? No. To send the Primordial Flame Origin into the Ancestral Altar would require a large amount of energy.
The amount of energy needed to do such a thing was so great that it had to reach the level of a wizard.
This was why Bobota contacted the Abyss Lord and forced himself to become stronger. For one thing, he wanted to disrupt Rasudran's plan. For another, igniting the Primordial Flame Origin required great power.
This was something that could not be replaced by others, because only Bai Yuan people could sense their ancestral altar.
"My mana pool is already damaged. It's irreversible. I don't have enough energy to ignite the Ancestral Altar.
The only way is to sacrifice myself and use the flesh of Origin Worshippers to ignite the Ancestral Altar. "
In other words, Bobota would still die.
Bobota looked at Angor and said, "Thank you for fulfilling my last wish. I'm the only one left in my clan, so I have to do this.
"Furthermore, although the collapse of my physical body has temporarily stopped, it will collapse again one day. Even if I survive, I can only live for a year or two at most. So I'll sacrifice myself. The only one I'm sorry for is my sister. Can you go and see her for me? Tell her that I'm still — "
Before Bobota could finish, Angor cut him off with an emotionless face. "No."
"I'm not giving you the Primordial Flame Origin either."
Bobota didn't know what to say. Wasn't everything fine just now?
…
There were two reasons why Angor decided to give Bobota the Primordial Flame Origin.
First, the Primordial Flame Origin was very important to Origin Worshippers. According to Bobota, the Primordial Flame Origin was the key to the survival of Origin Worshippers. Dodoro was also a Worshipper, so Bobota's Primordial Flame Origin would benefit Dodoro as well.
Second, Angor didn't want Bobota to die, at least not anytime soon. It wasn't because Angor was touched by Bobota's story. He already told Bobota that he had to bear the consequences of his decision. Besides, Bobota was the one who kidnapped him. Angor didn't like Bobota from the very beginning.
Even so, he didn't want Bobota to die.
Once Bobota died, as a follower of the Lord of Depths, his soul would return to the Abyss and be controlled by the Lord of Depths.
Once Bobota's soul was under the Lord of Depths' control, the Lord of Depths would know everything that happened here.
When that happened, Angor would inevitably attract the attention of the Lord of Depths, which was a very dangerous thing to do.
This was why Angor didn't want Bobota to die. At least, before returning to the wizarding world, Bobota had to stay alive. Otherwise, there would be no end to his troubles.
As for killing Bobota and destroying his soul … Angor couldn't do it. It wasn't that he couldn't, but that part of Bobota's soul was already in the hands of the Lord of Depths. Once Bobota died, his soul would be transferred directly to the Abyss from the void. There was no way Angor could destroy Bobota's soul.
Since that was the case, Angor had to make sure Bobota lived.
Of course, Angor refused without hesitation when he heard that Bobota would die if he ignited the altar.
…
"Why?" Bobota asked in a stuttering voice.
"Why did you give me hope and then —"
Angor looked at Bobota's blank face. "I told you, you better live."
"But lighting the Primordial Flame Origin is my only wish!" Bobota yelled.
"Is it really your only wish?"
Bobota paused. An image flashed through his mind, and he seemed to hear his sister's innocent laughter.
Lighting the Primordial Flame Origin was his only wish.
But protecting his sister was also his only wish.
"Don't think you can erase everything you've done by sacrificing yourself to light the Primordial Flame Origin," Angor said. "Besides, you're not the last member of your clan. Save your life so that you can meet Sparrow in person. "
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