bookbashuk Chapter 121 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
Chapter 121 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
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Between the alternation of light and darkness.
The dragon's body began to fade into nothingness.
It is no longer an entity.
It became a concept.
A being who roams the quantum realm, controls the flow of time, and bears the curse of "Calamity"...
Immortal Star God - Zhulong.
Code name: 2845.
At the moment it became a god.
The surrounding spacetime completely collapsed.
Countless timelines are intertwined like a tangled mess. The past and the future overlap, and the boundary between life and death becomes blurred.
Those lives it devoured, those wronged souls who died, did not disappear.
They clung to the body of the Candle Dragon, transforming into parasites beneath its scales.
They were crying, screaming, and cursing.
This is...
衃.
衡
骾.
nightmare.
They are the companion creatures of Zhulong, the piles of white bones beneath its divine throne, and the source of its power.
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The image freezes on the giant eyes of the Candle Dragon, eyes that seem to see through all of time and space.
Those eyes...
He was staring intently at the black swan and Li He outside the screen.
It was as if it had traversed countless eras, and crossed the barrier between memory and reality.
In progress...
Watching them.
"Hmm!"
The black swan suddenly let out a muffled groan.
The illusion before my eyes shattered like a mirror.
She returned to that simple hut in Changgu.
But the tremor that came from the depths of her soul lingered for a long time. Her back was soaked with cold sweat, and her long purple dress clung tightly to her body, chilling her to the bone.
"This is..."
She was breathing heavily, her fingers gripping the corner of the table so tightly that her nails were almost digging into the wood.
"The source of the calamity?"
"This isn't a virus at all..."
"This is... a star god who has gone mad!"
Li He stood opposite her.
His face was even paler than before, even exuding a deathly aura.
He looked at the bamboo scroll on the table, which had been rolled up again, his eyes filled with a complex expression.
"Zhulong......."
He murmured softly.
"It was originally just a worm in the sea."
"But because he devoured the poison of time, he attempted to transform into a dragon in the sky."
"sad."
"How lamentable."
Li He turned around and walked to the window.
He pushed open the window and looked out at the still-writhing, flesh-and-blood city.
"girl."
"You saw it too."
"This thing... is not something ordinary people can contend with."
"Even you and I are but a drop in the ocean in the face of such beings."
"This planet 4546..."
"I'm afraid he may never return."
The black swan took a deep breath, trying to calm its wildly beating heart.
She took a tarot card out of her pocket.
The card should have depicted a hanged man.
But at the moment.
That person looks different.
It transformed into a red dragon coiled on the clock.
"So what if we go and never return?"
The black swan gripped the card tightly in its hand.
A graceful yet mad smile returned to the corners of her mouth.
"Now that we have seen the true face of 'God'."
"If we don't go and meet them in person..."
"Wouldn't that be a waste of such a wonderful memory?"
She looked at Li He.
"Mr. Poet Ghost"
"I think, the 'plan' in Hoshino's head......"
"Perhaps it was precisely for... slaying the dragon."
"Slaying the dragon..."
These two words were like two red-hot iron nails, driven deep into the depths of Li He's dark green pupils.
He had been standing with his hands behind his back, gazing out the window at the writhing, fleshy city, when he heard these words, his body trembled slightly.
The faded white long gown fluttered in the still room, as if a wild energy surging from the depths of the soul was trying to break free from the constraints of this frail body.
"What a magnificent dragon-slaying feat!"
Li He turned around and strode quickly to the mottled wooden table.
He did not sit down.
He simply stretched out a withered, bony hand and grasped the bald wolf-hair brush on the table.
His movements were extremely fast, even accompanied by a nervous tremor.
It wasn't fear, but excitement. An excitement that had been suppressed for thousands of years, finally finding an outlet, enough to burn away even the most vital organs.
"Grind the ink!"
He gave a low shout.
The black swan paused for a moment, then realized what was happening. The elegant recollector didn't feel offended at all; instead, she walked forward quite naturally, picked up the ink stick, and slowly ground it in the inkstone.
As the ink spread, a strong, metallic, rusty odor filled the air. It wasn't ordinary pine soot ink; it was more like…
Old blood clots.
Li He paid no attention to this. He dipped his brush in thick ink, the tip hovering over the yellowed Xuan paper.
"The candle dragon sees day as day and darkness as night."
He murmured softly, his voice like the clash of metal and stone, clear and resolute.
"It controls time, it plays tricks on life and death. It makes the old die tragically and the young weep uncontrollably."
"If that's the case..."
The pen falls.
Ink splattered.
The black ink dots, upon landing on the paper, seemed to come alive, frantically spreading and seeping outwards, as if trying to completely devour the paper.
"Flying light, flying light, let me offer you a cup of wine."
His initial strokes were wild and unrestrained, like dragons and snakes rising from the land. Every character carried a fierce energy that seemed poised to pierce the sky.
The ghostly fire in Li He's eyes blazed brightly. He no longer seemed to be the lonely soul clinging to life in this place; he had become a madman, a madman who dared to point at the heavens and curse them.
"I do not know the height of the blue sky or the thickness of the yellow earth."
"Only the cold moon and warm sun bring suffering to human life."
The black swan looked at the words.
She felt a chill run down her spine and straight to the top of her head.
The power contained in those words was even more terrifying than anything I had just seen in the ghost market.
That was a contempt for "rules" and a declaration of war against "the way of heaven".
Li He's wrist trembled violently, but he did not stop.
He wrote faster and faster, and the chanting from his mouth became higher and higher, almost like a roar.
"Where is the Divine Lord? Where is Taiyi?"
He was questioning the gods.
In this forgotten ruin of memory, in this subconscious abyss that even the Star Gods cannot reach, he, in his mortal body, uttered a deafening question to the void.
Since the gods are useless, and since the way of Heaven is unjust.
Then...
I'll do the killing!
"In the east of the heavens grows the Ruomu tree, beneath which rests a candle-holding dragon."
As Li He wrote this line, the pen in his hand suddenly made a crisp "crack" sound, and a crack appeared in it.
But he was oblivious, still clutching the broken pen tightly, and slammed the last, and most important, words onto the paper.
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