Chapter 348 – From the Garden of Zhou to the Snowy Plains (2/2)
Chen Changsheng lowered his head and asked, “Are you still well?”
He cared more about how it was currently. Before, in order to battle against the Golden-winged Great Peng, the spiritual soul of the Black Dragon had awoken in the lake water outside his Ethereal Palace, and then entered the dagger. Afterwards, there was actually no time for them to communicate at all.
The Black Dragon stayed silent for a while and then said, “Still well.”
Chen Changsheng said, “I’m still well too. I… still can last a little longer.”
The Black Dragon said, “I understand it. This is the so-called play on words in your human language, but do you know, compared to the dragon language, this type of technique, or level of complexity, is just so outrageously pitiable.”
(TL: Pun lost in translation)
Chen Changsheng said tiredly, “Can we talk about other things?”
The Black Dragon said, “Yes, you still don’t seem to know something. I am thinking whether I should tell you or not…”
Chen Changsheng said, “Whatever.”
The Black Dragon’s voice became slightly cautious. “You… won’t die?”
“No.” Chen Changsheng directly answered without even thinking.
The Black Dragon stayed silent for a very long time, and said, “Looks like you really will die.”
Chen Changsheng was slightly helpless and said, “Why do you say so? I already said I won’t die.”
The Black Dragon said, “Just now, you replied too quickly… you aren’t mindful.”
Chen Changsheng felt disinclined to continue to pay any attention to it, but he also felt that something was wrong. The Black Dragon could speak the human tongue. This did not cause him any surprise, but it was just that its voice was soft, like a girl’s…
He did not ask, because at that moment, he truly did feel very tired, very exhausted and very pained. He almost… could not endure it anymore.
This was the weight of the sky. How long could mortals hold it up for?
He did not sweat, but he felt that all the muscles in his body had already ripped apart, and was about to lose strength. His mind had become rather distracted, and his true essence was already completely consumed. Even his vision became blurry.
The ten thousand swords became silent together, and he also became silent. He even entered a state of forgetfulness, forgetting everything.
After an unknown amount of time, the whistling wind slowly weakened, and the pressure brought on by the violent streams of energy slowly disappeared. The weight that pressed on the Yellow Paper Umbrella also slowly disappeared. The sky became peaceful.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes. He was extremely tired, and he looked around at his surroundings.
At that moment, a snowflake fell, and landed on the Yellow Paper Umbrella. Such a soft flake of snow actually caused a huge amount of pain on his wrist. He almost could not hold onto the umbrella anymore. The Garden of Zhou… was snowing?
No.
This was not the Garden of Zhou. This was a plain of snow.
He looked into the distance, and only vaguely saw a grand city under the shadow in the sky.
Where was this? He was very confused and did not know what had happened. Shock and exhaustion stole his mobility, and he remained in the position he was in before—he knelt on one knee in the snow with the dagger in his left hand and the Yellow Paper Umbrella held up in the right hand.
The sky there did not break. The plain of snow was very pretty, and he obviously seemed rather ridiculous in such a position.
With the sound of steps, a person walked to his side and gave a soft expression of surprise. He said, “There’s a sword.”
Afterwards, the person extended his hand, and grabbed the Yellow Paper Umbrella from Chen Changsheng’s hands.