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Chapter 278 – Lord Auros Vicar
Chapter 278 – Lord Auros Vicar
The Fate Thread’s tenuous thread, a fragile lifeform, trembled beneath the vast weight of existence. Even if it could not hear the whisper of the universe, beneath the immense lifeform, the chain still flickered, as though it had been dragged across a scorched plain.
Even if the Red Thread had already been severed, it would no longer possess any meaningless fate descending, nor would it be bound to this place known as Gloomfrost.
"Still the same moment,"
"That must be the sixtieth Fate Thread,"
Lord Auros Vicar slowly opened his eyes, his gaze drifting into the crimson depths of the crystalline chamber. His eyes lingered on the shimmering red veil above, where countless crimson specks flickered like a thousand tiny flames.
For two months, this moment had felt extraordinarily brief for any lifeform—yet for the fragile lifeform trapped within the Law’s domain, this brief span stretched infinitely long. Each second felt like a lifetime, each heartbeat a crushing weight.
The Chain of Fate trembled in the void, its thread of fate slowly drawn into the veil. The lifeform shuddered, its form flickering with a faint pulse. As it trembled, the fragile Chain of Fate twisted and snapped, only to be instantly reassembled, its thread pulled back into the soul’s core.
Yet it was only a fleeting tremor—a faint, barely perceptible ripple.
"Ah…"
Lord Auros Vicar exhaled softly, his voice barely audible. He turned his gaze sharply, piercing through the veil. The moment was far from over. The lifeform, still clinging to its front, strained desperately forward.
Those fragile Chains of Fate, trembling and fractured, hung like broken chains across its chest, endlessly flickering. The Art of LawSoulflare Eye pulsed in rhythm with its every breath, and a faint, chilling whisper—†ê†ê—echoed through the silence, freezing the lifeform’s heart with a sudden, blood-red flush. A single, faint tear emerged from its eye, glowing like a dying ember.
Finally, it turned its face toward the light, its gaze fixed upon the moon above, receiving the silver radiance as if it were the last thing in the world.
And yet, this too was but a stage in the game.
This lifeform, so fragile and yet so determined, had already begun to awaken. It had already sensed the presence of the lifeforms—two serene, harmonious beings—floating above the moonlit sky. It had felt the Mirror Light and Mirror Veil of the Tearful Abyss, and had even glimpsed the shimmering depths of the Spirit Well.
It had attempted to send out a signal, reaching out to the other lifeforms, attempting to connect through the Tearful Abyss, to establish a bond. But every attempt ended in failure. The Face of the Red Thread remained unyielding, locked in its rigid, unbreakable form.
Still, within this desolate realm, the soulless land, the lifeform—its crimson eyes still flickering—remained steadfast. It waited, quietly, for something.
"Brother Mo,"
"One day, he will come for me. He will allow me to pass through the Soul Bond."
Lord Auros Vicar accepted this thought without resistance.
Within the endless stream of Soul Bond—the sacred covenant—the lifeform, once a mere vessel, had waited for decades. It had lingered at the mouth of the world, enduring the passage of time, waiting from a mere lifeform to become a true, bound soul. At last, its soul had been sealed, its heart bound by the crimson thread of fate.
That soul, once unbound, now pulsed with immense strength, ready to awaken. Only now could it truly stand side by side with the one it had long awaited.
But the other lifeform—this fragment of the soul—was not so easily bound. Lord Auros Vicar had already prepared himself here for nearly a decade, even if it had been nearly a century in the eyes of the world.
Though the Red Thread was immense, beyond measure, no force could break it—but the soul itself, the true, upright Soulbound, would one day free him from this cursed prison.
And Lord Auros Vicar remained calm, unshaken. He would not send his signal toward that other lifeform, nor would he attempt to force a connection. For even if the soul were to endure the pain of being bound, he would not allow it to suffer the burden of a soulless fate.
"This place truly is without hope…"
"Still, if he can come here and see me, I would be content."
Lord Auros Vicar’s expression remained unchanged, yet his inner voice trembled. The truth was, he had already known this moment would come.
The quiet stillness that had settled in the soul’s depths, the faint flicker of hope, the sudden surge of pain when the soul was bound—none of it could be erased.
"Lord Auros Vicar, my strength is not enough to face this thread. It is truly too vast. I admit… I still need more resources."
"Resources. The Art of Law. Heavenly Law. The support of other lifeforms…"
"But no matter what, even if it were a single thread, I will pull you out of here. This is my promise to you."
The peace he had gained in silence, the sudden resolve that came from being freed, and the warmth of being bound—these feelings would never fade.
Yet Lord Auros Vicar’s heart remained clear. His seeing was not a lie—it was merely a reflection of his own will.
He stood now at the center of the Spirit Well, not in a place of waiting, but in the heart of the soul itself.
He believed himself to be the one who had come into existence for the purpose of seeking the truth, the one who had been born to uncover the Law of Heaven. Even now, he still upheld the lofty ideals of the Law, determined to find a true master, a worthy successor.
He had never imagined that his own journey would be so harsh, so brutal—yet he had endured it, and now, at last, he stood where he was meant to be.
"Must we remain here for so long?"
"Brother Mo, you don’t have to make me suffer…"
Lord Auros Vicar’s thoughts drifted, caught in the silence of his mind. He had already known this moment would come.
He had always believed that the most beautiful world was the one beyond the veil—the world he had longed for, the world he had dreamed of.
"We will explore the Art of Law together, build a vast, warm realm. We will have our own Home Realm and Capital City. When that day comes, even the greatest lords of old will become our allies."
"We will grow strong together, advancing step by step, walking side by side with the beings of this world."
"We will rise within the vast sky, forge a Heavenward Seal, and let the soul water of the soul vessel flow freely through our own being."
"We will gather in the Mystic Pavilion, witness the dazzling, unspoiled scenes and the grand, timeless visions."
"We will delve deep into the Mechanical Realm, mastering the most perfect, flawless sequence."
Countless visions of beauty, of perfection, flickered through Lord Auros Vicar’s mind—like an endless, unbroken chain, like a flowing river.
Even if the crimson light above never ceased, even if it burned without end, he could not stop. He had already waited for months.
He was truly, deeply ready.
The lifeform trembled, its eyes bright with crimson light. Its form, already delicate and fragile, now shimmered with a faint, ethereal glow. Yet its eyes—though filled with pain—still held a flicker of hope, as if it had been touched by a distant memory of warmth.
But the calm Lord Auros Vicar did not notice—
Not even the faint tremor of the red energy, the faint pulse of the soul, the invisible strain of the soul’s thread, the silent, unseen weight of the law.
(End of Chapter)
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