Blood Warlock: Succubus Partner In The Apocalypse Chapter 1355 Demon God Cosmic Heavenly Art

Bai Zemin advanced directly toward the initial door. Into the chamber that evidently once served as, or possibly continued to serve as, a young girl's space.

His steps came to a halt just inches away from the entrance, and his gaze remained fixed on the nameplate for what felt like endless ages. Although the naive and uncertain youth he had been perished during the apocalypse's onset, shaping his determination into unbreakable steel that enabled him to endure numerous threats up to the present, Bai Zemin still found himself pausing, unsure if he should push the door open.

Ultimately, his inquisitiveness along with the intense thumping of his heart triumphed.

He just needed to witness it... despite a voice deep within warning him otherwise.

At last, accompanied by a faint creak, the aged wooden door eased open inward.

Boom...

Bai Zemin's thoughts shattered like a detonated explosive in his skull as he stood rigid, eyes widened and pupils flared, fixated on the sight ahead.

The space past the wooden barrier appeared straightforward, yet oddly enough, it emerged as the grandest and most exquisite room Bai Zemin had laid eyes on in all his years. Not a single chamber in Hero City's royal palace could rival its splendor.

A plush velvet rug in rich purple blanketed the timber floor. The sole window allowing starlight to filter in was delicately draped with sheer purple silk. At the room's heart sat a lone bed adorned with matching purple linens, while in the far corner stood a wardrobe crafted from violet-hued wood.

Shades of regal and refined purple dominated every corner, enhanced by the soft, ethereal glow of starlight that lent an otherworldly grace to the captivating view.

Chaos engulfed Bai Zemin's mind.

I... I recognize this... This chamber belongs to her...

But who exactly is she...? The memory escapes me... I sense it, yet attempting to recall brings agony like my skull might split... I...

This scent...

Bai Zemin moved with mechanical stiffness toward the closet, his hands shaking as he pulled open the closest panel.

Gowns. Numerous gowns.

Purple attire for summer, purple outfits for winter, purple princess styles, purple gothic designs, purple sophisticated pieces, purple stately garments...

Bai Zemin beheld no fewer than 50 violet dresses, fashioned from various materials, all meticulously arranged on hangers within the closet. Moreover, every single one was petite, suited only for a youthful figure akin to that of a 12- or 13-year-old girl.

Unbeknownst to himself, his fingers brushed the hem of one gown, and a series of inscriptions instantly appeared across his vision.

[Purple Phoenix Immortal Dress -

[Rank: 8]

[Physical Defense: 125.000]

[Magical Defense: 153.000]

...

Under ordinary circumstances, Bai Zemin would have staggered back in astonishment upon encountering such an invaluable artifact. This held true especially since all the gowns seemed roughly equivalent in potency.

Yet, his features remained unaltered, and his pulse stirred not one bit.

It resembled a commonplace occurrence, as if stumbling upon Rank 8 protective gear was utterly routine.

With tears streaming down his face, Bai Zemin tenderly stroked each gown for an extended period, harboring no desire to claim any for his own.

He was acquainted with these garments.

He had undoubtedly encountered these dresses previously.

Bai Zemin would stake his very existence on knowing the proprietor of this closet.

Though his heart affirmed it with profound ache, his thoughts swirled in a fog of bewilderment and turmoil.

No matter the effort, Bai Zemin encountered only utter obscurity.

No joyful or sorrowful recollections surfaced; there was simply void.

A memory lock or similar barrier would have been tolerable to him.... Yet Bai Zemin detected no such restraint or equivalent.

It was in that moment he abruptly recalled Sirius's words from their initial encounter in that realm of shadows.

"I cleared my own memories..." Bai Zemin whispered, his face rigid as tears flowed unchecked.

Sirius had described Bai Zemin as once a figure of such dread that he harbored no qualms in wiping away every vestige of his former recollections and emotions.

Locked memories might be undone.

Fractured memories could be mended.

But elements that were excised, utterly obliterated, could never return.

For what was erased without remnant could not be reclaimed.

Bai Zemin couldn't say if his former self weighed every option before acting, but he was certain that only in utter desperation would he resort to obliterating his own past.

"Enduring this devouring void in the soul, akin to a ravenous abyss, terrifies more than a hundred bodily detonations." he murmured softly before departing the room with burdened strides.

Heart as still as carved stone, Bai Zemin swung open the subsequent door and serenely surveyed the contents.

The area marked with initials LLY appeared far plainer than the one labeled Luo Ningshuang. Still, merely standing at the threshold, Bai Zemin sensed an overwhelming weight pressing down.

Where Luo Ningshuang's space evoked serenity, grace, and aristocracy; LLY's emanated solely an aura of suppression.

Bai Zemin accessed the closet without surprise, finding roughly a dozen pristine white robes and trousers. Naturally, these male garments ranked as treasures on par with the violet dresses from the adjacent chamber.

Naturally, all outfits were diminutive, fitting only for someone around 13 or 14 years of age.

In contrast to his prolonged stay in the purple area, Bai Zemin experienced no deep connection here, despite a strong sense of recognition he chose to disregard. However, right as he prepared to exit, an occurrence caused him to scowl.

His blood surged through his vessels like a raging river and resisted fiercely even as Bai Zemin invoked Blood Manipulation to soothe it. Furthermore, with each step away from the room, his blood surged more violently, as though protesting against his departure.

Glancing back into the interior, Bai Zemin peered over his shoulder while his extended arm clutched the doorknob firmly. Eyes reddened from weeping and crimson pupils focused sharply on the stone platform.

It lay barren, yet for inexplicable reasons, Bai Zemin couldn't avert his stare from the pale stone bed.

Abruptly, a streak of violet lightning-esque energy burst from his form and lanced toward the stone bed. Bai Zemin remained stunned as the structure shattered into countless fragments. The tiny white shards scattered wildly, striking the timber walls and roof before clattering to the floor.

His pupils shrank to pinpricks as a midnight-hued scroll hovered quietly in the spot once occupied by the stone bed.

Uncertain of the origin of the phrase, Bai Zemin uttered it with bulging eyes in a whisper meant solely for his ears.

"Demon God Cosmic Heavenly Art..."

Briefly, it seemed as if an external force or presence seized his form. Bai Zemin merely sensed his right limb extending outward, and in response, the ebony scroll drifted toward him without a sound.

(A/N: Chapter 1314 everyone.)