119 The Story of the Big Black Umbrella (2/2)

It could be invulnerable and impervious, which could also be explained by its fabric, being made of some rare materials. But if his inference was correct, then what kind of reasons could be used to explain all of this?

The big black umbrella, lying quietly next to Sangsang's little black face, was just a dead lifeless object which was incapable of speaking or moving. Yet in the eyes of Ning Que, its tightly bundled greasy surface began to release a kind of mysterious and chill Breath, and then the Breath instantly disappeared when it was carefully observed.

Generally speaking, humans would instinctively feel frightened when facing mysterious things, but Ning Que simply did not, because the world of cultivation he stayed in was replete with the Qi of Heaven and Earth and many magical legends, with he himself being the most mysterious participant. Besides, the umbrella, which had helped keep out the wind and rain and which was used as a sleeping pillow and shield since his childhood, had become an indispensable part of his and Sangsang's life, so they would not feel fear for it.

”What... on earth are you?”

Having not recovered from his severe injuries and having been hit by the dizzy surprise and happiness, in addition to a few glasses of wine, Ning Que already felt sleepy. He then fell asleep, watching the big black umbrella, and subconsciously hugged Sangsang into his arms over the thin sheets.

”Snap!” The cattail-leaf fan fell to the ground with a slight sound.

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The sun with its dim light was hanging above the silent wilderness as the dark night was falling. The surrounding temperature was very low. A piece of the purest and the most extreme darkness spreading from the distance would soon occupy the entire world.

The silence of the wilderness did not mean that no humans existed there. Instead, there were many and all kinds of people. They watched Ning Que rather than look up to the sky, with their eyes full of hope, scorn, doubt, and complicated emotions.

Ning Que knew that he had started dreaming again. Those dreams of the sea he had when he was not in meditation were the continuation of that dreadful dream from the journey. Although he was clear that he was in the dream, he still felt cold, as if the eyes of those people that he confronted in the wilderness, regardless of any kind of emotions that they had, concealed at least some subtle hostility.

Darkness gradually invaded the wilderness, and half of the sky was covered by the pure night. At that moment, a thunderous sound was heard, and then instantly spread throughout the entire world.

Many people in the wilderness were stricken by that roar of thunder. They fell to the ground, miserably moaning. For those people who could still stand, their expressions suddenly disappeared as if they were lifeless statues looking up again at the sky, looking at the place where the thunder had resounded.

The holy light lit up the entire firmament instantly.

Above the lofty firmament and in the brightest and centermost position of the holy glories was an extremely large golden door. When it was slowly opened, a huge golden dragon, which was indifferently poking its head out, was faintly seen.

The thunder was the exact sound of that door opening.