Chapter 992 – Only Understanding After Many Years (1/2)

Chapter 992 – Only Understanding After Many Years

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Bie Yanghong was heavily injured, his actions very slow. Chen Changsheng could easily avoid the finger, but he did not, because he trusted Bie Yanghong.

It was hard to see what Wuqiong Bi was thinking as she bore witness to this sight, but it was easy to see her shock. She wanted to stop her husband, but she remembered Bie Yanghong's earlier words and did not dare to act.

A warm, gentle, and pure Qi, like a fine wine, traveled through the tip of Bie Yanghong's finger into the center of Chen Changsheng's brow.

The sea of consciousness was beneath the center of the brow, or else the distance between Nanke's eyes would not have been getting larger and larger.

Countless rays of light illuminated Chen Changsheng's gloomy sea of consciousness and then transformed into countless images.

These were the scenes of Bie Yanghong's battle on the cliff and in the sky with the two Angels of Sacred Light.

These scenes were so vivid that they appeared to be taking place right before his eyes.

The scenes from the first-person perspective in particular allowed him to experience and perceive everything that had happened from Bie Yanghong's standpoint.

He saw Mu Jiushi fleeing in fear and the serene grace of Madam Mu.

A tree was growing on the edge of the cliff. The wind stirred its shadow, making it into the corner of a black robe.

There was a cloud in the sky, and where the cloud broke, light descended onto the world, within it two powerful beings from the other continent.

They had wings of pure white and no gender. They exuded holy rays of light and a powerful Qi that made them impossible to examine too closely, and they appeared extremely aloof and arrogant.

But in reality, they had no positive or negative human emotions. On their faces was an apathy that surpassed the realm of mortals.

From a certain perspective, they were perfect.

They were Angels of the Sacred Light Continent?

Chen Changsheng also heard their voices.

They were presumably using the language of the Sacred Light Continent, its tones strange and complicated.

Because these scenes were created from Bie Yanghong's spiritual sense, their voices were not, as they had been on that day, transformed by the breeze into the language of the continent.

Chen Changsheng still understood a little.

The language of the Sacred Light Continent was somewhat similar to the language of the Dragon race.

When he was memorizing the final book of the three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon, he became extremely familiar with the Dragon language. More importantly, he had studied under Zhizhi's tutelage beneath New North Bridge for a very long time.

The stealers of fire's source? What did that mean?

As he pondered this question, the two Angels from the Sacred Light Continent began their assault.

A straight ray of light appeared in front of his eyes, cleaving the sky into two.

And then, the light, in defiance of all the laws of this world, turned back, descending from another angle.

The Angels began to attack faster and faster, and the light moved faster as well, cutting the sky into incredibly fine pieces.

Countless fantastical attacks came from every imaginable angle in an unending stream.

With Chen Changsheng's cultivation level, he was finding it harder and harder to make out every detail, but he could still sense a great deal.

This was the true experience and intelligence gained from the battle with the two Angels. It was a red flower illuminating the sky, severing the trajectories of the light. It was the trail of a fist as it blasted through the clouds, ignoring the laws of the world. All these things entered his sea of consciousness through Bie Yanghong's finger.

As time passed, the rays of light grew increasingly dense, weaving and intersecting as they gradually formed a field of blazing white.