bookbashuk Chapter 122 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
Chapter 122 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
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"I will cut off the dragon's feet and devour its flesh!"
"So that they may not return in the morning, nor lie in wait at night!"
boom!
As the last stroke was made, the entire small house trembled violently.
The sheet of Xuan paper moved without wind, floating in mid-air. The ink on it was no longer black, but instead emitted a dazzling golden-red light.
The light was filled with a murderous aura, as if just one glance would cut one's eyeballs.
"Huff... Huff..."
Li He released his grip, letting the shattered brush roll to the ground.
He was panting heavily, his face ashen, and his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. But his eyes shone with an eerie light.
"Take it."
He pointed to the piece of paper floating in the air.
"This is... the key."
"This is... the sword that cuts through time."
The black swan reached out its hand.
The moment her fingertips touched the edge of the paper, she felt an immense, mountain-like pressure spread throughout her body.
This is not merely a piece of paper; it is a will, a will that transcends life and death, and defies the laws of nature...
The determination to kill.
She carefully rolled up the paper and tucked it into her bosom. The scalding heat against her chest made her heart race.
"Thank you for the courtesy name, sir."
The black swan bowed respectfully.
"No need."
Li He waved his hand, turned around, and stopped looking at her.
His back looked even more hunched, as if the writing he had just done had exhausted all his strength.
"Go."
Go back to your world.
Tell that little girl...
Some roads are destined to be walked alone.
"But some battles..."
He paused, his voice becoming somewhat unsteady.
"Someone... will do it for her."
The black swan gave that figure a long, deep look.
She didn't say anything more.
A purple light shone around her. The surrounding scenery began to distort and fade.
That courtyard filled with ancient charm, that terrifying city built of flesh and blood, that red sky...
They are all rapidly fading away.
The depths of memory.
ended.
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"Hmm..."
The real world.
The Starry Sky Train, observation carriage.
The black swan suddenly opened its eyes.
The intense dizziness made her sway, her body leaning forward, almost bumping into the table in front of her.
"A black swan?!"
Himeko, who had been watching over her the whole time, immediately reached out and helped her up.
"Are you alright? How are you?"
Black Swan took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging blood and qi within her body.
Although this deep dive was short, it was more exhausting than any of my previous dives.
It wasn't just because of the rules suppressing that memory space, but also because... what she brought out was too heavy.
She felt as if her soul was carrying a huge mountain on her back.
"I...I'm fine."
The black swan waved its hand, indicating that it did not need help.
She looked up and met the concerned eyes of Hoshino sitting opposite her.
By this time, Hoshino was fully awake.
Although her face was still a little pale, her eyes had regained their clarity. Seeing the black swan wake up, she immediately moved closer, her face showing a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.
"How is it?"
Star Question.
"Did you... see anything?"
"That three-headed corpse... what did it say?"
The black swan looked at her.
That "God of the End," who once reigned supreme in the depths of my memory, slapping evil beings to death and daring to confront nothingness.
At this moment, I feel like a primary school student waiting for exam results, wanting to know the answer but also afraid that the answer will be terrible.
"Oh."
Black Swan chuckled softly and tidied her slightly disheveled hair.
"I saw it."
"Not only did we see that big guy."
"I also saw... a very interesting 'friend'."
She did not mention Li He's name.
The existence of that "Poet Ghost" wasn't even mentioned.
Because at the moment she left her memories, she suddenly understood something.
Li He's existence is the last line of defense in the subconscious of the star.
It's a card that has never been revealed.
If we let Hoshino know about the existence of this "personality" now, it might disrupt a delicate balance.
Some secrets are better left to remain dormant in the darkness.
At least for now.......
It's not time to reveal it yet.
"friend?"
Mohoshi paused for a moment.
"You think I have friends? Maybe they're some creditors who owe me money and haven't paid it back?"
"Not a creditor."
The black swan shook its head.
She took the yellowed sheet of Xuan paper from her bosom—or more precisely, from her consciousness space.
The moment this piece of paper appeared in the real world.
The lights in the entire carriage dimmed for a moment.
A chilling, desolate, yet powerful aura instantly filled every corner.
The coffee cup on the table trembled slightly, and the starlight outside the window seemed to be drawn by this atmosphere, becoming even brighter.
"This is......."
Walter adjusted his glasses, his expression serious.
He could sense that this seemingly ordinary piece of paper contained a certain... power capable of cutting through "concepts".
"This is the 'answer' I found deep in your memory."
The black swan laid the paper flat on the table.
The writing on it was still as red as blood, and every stroke seemed to be dancing.
"In the east of the heavens grows the Ruomu tree, beneath which rests a candle-holding dragon."
"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its flesh, so that it may neither return in the morning nor rest at night!"
"this......."
Hoshi stared at those words.
A strange, extremely strong sense of familiarity welled up in my heart.
Her heart began to pound, as if resonating with the poem. Tears welled up unexpectedly and slid down her cheeks.
There was no sadness.
There is only one...
A surge of adrenaline.
He wanted to draw his sword.
He wanted to kill someone.
I want to ascend to the Ninth Heaven and chop that high and mighty thing into mincemeat!
"Zhulong......."
She whispered those two words.
"So... its name is Zhulong."
The black swan nodded.
"That's right."
"The source of planet 4546, the culprit that caused the catastrophe."
"This is the one... the 'Candle Dragon' that attempts to control time and ascend to immortality."
She recounted, without reservation, the scenes she had witnessed in her memory of the ancient dragon Leviathan being infected by the Crimson Plague and eventually ascending to become a Star God.
After listening to her description.
A long silence fell over the carriage.
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