213: Chapter 212 Despair! Greed! Lust!

After entering the Devil's Den, Xia Jin thought it would only contain darkness and Devilish Qi, but everything before him was somewhat unbelievable.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

The cave was actually as bright as day. The surrounding walls emitted a soft glow, illuminating the entire space. The ground was also incredibly clean and tidy, without even a trace of dust, as if someone cleaned it year-round.

But Xia Jin's gaze was soon firmly attracted by the three stone statues standing before him.

Those three stone statues were about the same height as him. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't notice anything unusual. But upon closer inspection, even Xia Jin felt a bit shocked.

Because the faces of these three stone statues were exactly the same as his!

"What... what on earth is this?"

Xia Jin frowned, his gaze moving back and forth between the three stone statues, while he secretly became vigilant.

At this moment, an even more bizarre scene appeared.

As if sensing his arrival, the three stone statues actually began to move.

"Crack— Crack—"

Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the statues, and pieces of stone debris kept peeling off. As the stone debris fell away, the statues revealed real bodies inside.

They were actually three people who looked exactly like Xia Jin!

Whether it was their faces, their figures, or that long purple-gold hair, they were like they were carved from the same mold. Even the robes they wore were identical to Xia Jin's current attire.

The three people stood there quietly, six eyes staring at Xia Jin simultaneously, their mouths curling into the same eerie smile.

Xia Jin's face darkened immediately, and he let out a cold snort: "Playing tricks!"

Without any hesitation, he struck the figure closest to him with a palm.

However, in the next moment, his palm actually passed directly through the person's body, as if he had struck thin air.

The figure remained motionless, still maintaining that eerie smile, but the body rippled slightly like a reflection in water before returning to its original state.

"A Phantom?" Xia Jin withdrew his palm, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the figure in the middle spoke slowly, his voice also exactly the same as Xia Jin's: "You have come; we have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xia Jin looked at him coldly: "What kind of things are you?"

The figure on the left chimed in: "Us? We are you."

"To be precise, we are your future. Three different futures."

"Nonsense!" A cold light flashed in Xia Jin's eyes, and the Spiritual Power within his body surged, preparing to strike again.

However, the figure in the middle shook his head: "It's useless; you cannot hurt us. Because we already exist in your heart."

"We are the epitome of your future," said the figure on the left.

"One is you in despair."

"One is you in greed."

"One is you in lust."

After the figure in the middle finished speaking, the three figures laughed simultaneously. "Do you want to see which path your future will take?"

Just as Xia Jin was about to speak, the figure in the middle suddenly burst with brilliant light.

An irresistible force instantly enveloped Xia Jin.

...

When Xia Jin could see the scene before him clearly again, his movements couldn't help but stiffen.

This is... the Great Xia Capital?

Familiar streets, familiar buildings, he could even smell the familiar fragrance coming from the street stalls. However, the sight before him made Xia Jin's eyelids twitch involuntarily.

Ruins everywhere, fire everywhere, corpses everywhere.

The sky was torn with huge cracks, and several incredibly powerful members of the Alien Race stood above the Void Realm, indifferently harvesting all living beings that were still alive.

"These bastard Alien Races!"

Xia Jin's face became somewhat grim. He wanted to move, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, making it difficult to move.

At this moment, an even more heart-wrenching scene appeared.

His brother, Emperor Xia Yu, was currently being stepped on by a member of the Alien Race. Emperor Xia Yu's body was covered in wounds, yet he still stubbornly raised his head, looking toward a certain direction in the Void Realm.

"Big brother... where are you..."

Just after saying this, a blade light flashed from the Void Realm, and Emperor Xia Yu's head rolled directly in front of him. Those eyes were still looking into the distance, waiting for his Imperial Brother until death.

Xia Jin's eyes instantly turned blood-red.

This wasn't over yet; another familiar figure appeared before his eyes—it was Leng Yuexi.

The woman he loved most was currently surrounded by a group of the Alien Race. Her body was covered in wounds, yet she still desperately protected Su Xuanji behind her.

"Sister Yue Xi, don't worry about me, just leave quickly!" The heavily injured Su Xuanji looked desperate and shook her head at Leng Yuexi.

Leng Yuexi turned her head to look at Su Xuanji behind her, revealing a gentle smile: "Silly girl, I promised him I would protect you all."

"Husband... if there is a next life... I hope I can still be your wife!"

Before she could finish her sentence, a sharp blade pierced through her body.

"Sister Yue Xi!!" Su Xuanji behind her was instantly moved to tears, but a cold light flashed, and her body also slowly fell.

"No!!"

Xia Jin gritted his teeth and let out a long roar toward the sky, two lines of blood and tears unknowingly flowing from his eyes.

Pain! It was too painful!

One familiar figure after another fell before his eyes.

Everyone was dead.

All dead.

And he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

For the first time, he felt this sense of despair.

"Ah!"

At Xia Jin's brow, the Sun Mark suddenly emerged, erupting with brilliant golden light. Behind him, three massive Light Wheels appeared simultaneously, their rotation emitting a suffocating pressure.

The white flames surged wildly from his body!

"All of you must die! You bastards!"

Xia Jin roared, the white flames frantically sweeping toward the surroundings, wanting to burn this scene of despair to nothingness.

However, the flames passed through those scenes without causing any damage.

Those tragic images continued, and those familiar people continued to die.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Those tragic images finally began to fade.

Xia Jin gasped for breath, his body trembling constantly—not from fear, but from anger that was almost out of control.

His long purple-gold hair was now completely soaked, clinging tightly to his cheeks.

The flames of anger burned in his eyes as he stared fixedly ahead.

It was just that the figure in front had already disappeared.

Only the figures on the left and right remained, still standing there quietly, looking at him indifferently.

Before Xia Jin could recover, the figure on the left lit up with a dazzling light once again.

Another irresistible force enveloped him.

...

This time, it was no longer despair, but greed.

Xia Jin appeared in a magnificent palace.

He sat on a massive Dragon Throne, looking down. Below were countless figures kneeling on the ground, including the Human Race, the Yao Race, and even some races he had never seen before.

Everyone was shouting: "Greetings, Donghuang! Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

Xia Jin looked down at his hands, feeling the almost infinite power within his body.

With a single thought, he could move mountains and fill seas. With a wave of his hand, he could decide the life and death of countless beings. This entire world was under his control.

Power.

Supreme power.

This feeling... this feeling...

It was so wonderful.

Just then, a distant bell chime suddenly echoed from the void.

A massive bronze ancient bell slowly flew from the void, hovering in front of Xia Jin.

"Is this... the donghuang bell?" Xia Jin's eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch that ancient bell.

He could feel that as long as he obtained this ancient bell, his power would reach an unprecedented height.

At that time, no matter what Alien Race or World-Ending Catastrophe, they would all be wiped out before him.

His hand got closer and closer, closer and closer.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the ancient bell,

"Dong!!"

A heavy bell sound rang in his mind!

Xia Jin was suddenly startled, and the scene before him instantly cracked into countless pieces, shattering like a broken mirror.

He was back in that bright cave, with only the last figure remaining before him.

The figure representing lust.

Within Xia Jin's Sea of Consciousness, that fragmented donghuang bell was currently heating up slightly.