Chapter 226 - Dreams (2/2)

Without any sign of hope and overtaken by sorrow, his eyes were emotionless and dim, without any light whatsoever.

He would look over these happenings without any emotion, until one day something changed.

The monsters attacked, killed off everyone once again and returned to the crack leaving only an infant behind.

The infant cried for hours. Its screams echoing throughout bloodied and empty structures, but no one helped. Finally having had enough, the old man flew down the mountain and picked up the little thing, bringing it back with him to the mountain peak.

He would feed the infant from one of the fruit trees at the peak and give him water by melting the ice.

Years passed by with a blink of an eye.

The old man's hair turned completely white and his body withered, while the infant blossomed, turning into a strong young man. He picked up a sword and trained in it until he was strong enough to fight off the monsters.

He would go down the mountain every time they attacked and protected the mortals.

After every victory he would return to the old man and tell him everything proudly. He would feed the old man and light a fire beside him to keep away the cold. He did this every single day without pause.

The old man never said anything in return, not even moving from his spot all this time.

Another monster army attacked, but this time it was different. They were ready for the young man.

Surrounded from all sides by the heinous creatures, the young man fought until the sky turned dark and a storm separated the heavens and the earth.

The old man watched on as all that took place, without even lifting a finger.

With a bright smile on his face, the young man fought for hours.

Blood flowed like rivers and covered half the world.

Thunder and lightning erupted from the dark clouds.

A humanoid monster covered from head to toe in gigantic bone spurs that looked like blades and sabers clashed with the young man.

Finally having met his match, the monster stabbed him through his chest after an arduous battle. The smile on the young man's face never faded for even a second even in death. And just like that, he closed his eyes for the last time.

The monsters regrouped and once again, getting ready to attack the towns, while the old man's eyes never left the young man's radiant smile.

A single raindrop fell down the old man's wrinkled face. He did not cry, but the heavens did it for him.

With a sigh, he raised his right hand above his head as a dreadful silence fell over the world.

All the lightning from the dark clouds condensed, congealing in his palm before expanding outward.

It started to take shape of a spear, increasing in size every second. . Arcs of lightning twisted around it like ghastly serpents.

The old man opened his mouth for the first time in a millennium, uttering a few words that Hao Xuan could not hear, before throwing the spear forward.

The spear collided with the crack in space, rendering it into ashes. Everything was wiped out of existence.

The monsters fell down to their knees and kowtowed in front of the old man in terror.

The old man raised his hand once again and made a grasping motion. His arm extended and attacked Hao Xuan like a snake, waking him up.

Breathing heavily, he jumped up from the patio, drenched in sweat.

Xu Qing was sitting beside him looking around anxiously.

”Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” she asked worryingly while extending her hand to pat his back.

Hao Xuan took a few seconds to catch his breath before he shook his head with a wide, almost maniacal, grin, ”No...a premonition! I know ...what energy to understand now!”