Chapter 191 (2/2)

But this was the World of the Sage.

This was a world created by the Sagely Battle G.o.d Meng Tian.

This was definitely not a normal bridge.

Fang Zhengzhi had expected to see some hints on the bridge, some words or patterns at the very least.

However, after more than an hour, he realized...

There was nothing.

This design was utterly intoxicating.

However, Fang Xhengzhi was not bothered. He was actually quite relaxed.

After all, if he couldn't cross it, the solution was simple.

He would just throw someone off.

Since it was so simple, Fang Zhengzhi naturally did not need to be so stubborn about crossing the bridge.

Crossing it was a bonus.

There was no loss to him even if he failed to cross it.

Fang Zhengzhi had always been very willful. As such, after admiring the scenery, he began to look around the bridge, seeing if there were any floating reflections of sorts.

However, he was disappointed to find nothing under the bridge. There were no rocks or floating images. All he saw was the dark valley.

He could not see the bottom. Perhaps, there was no bottom.

”Even though there is no particularly beautiful scenery below, one still feels like G.o.d looking down on Earth.”

”Broken Bridge...”

Fang Zhengzhi looked at the blurry white mist and shut his eyes, enjoying the breeze. Then, a picture formed in his mind.

It was also a broken bridge.

Every time there was a snowstorm, the bridge would be covered by snow. As a result, it blended into the surroundings and the bridge would barely be seen. The snow would make it look like it was broken in the middle, but it was merely an illusion.

”A river runs through the heart of the lush valley.”

”The air is moist even though there is no rain, the sky is dim even though there are no clouds.”

”The Broken Bridge stands in the middle of it all as flowers wilt all around it.”

”The bells chime in the Northern Forest as I think about the view from my Western Window.” [1]

”The Broken Bridge during Winter is one of the ten greatest sights in the West Lake. Have I suddenly returned to my previous world? Wouldn't it be cool to destroy a luxury car?”

Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Zhengzhi stiffened.

”Hang on!”

If he thought of the white mist as the the snow, then this would just be like the Broken Bridge on the West Lake. They were both ancient and had elements that prevented others from seeing it in its entirety.

The West Lake Broken Bridge was an optical illusion created by the snow.

The current Broken Bridge was obscured by mist, and this created a rather holy illusion.

It looked blurry.

It wasn't actually broken!

Broken Bridge!

”I think I get it... no way?! Could it be that this broken bridge is...” Fang Zhengzhi's eyes lit up, almost as if he had been enlightened.

[1] adapted from a poem written by Zhang Hu.