The Spirit World

Chapter 755: The Wind is Coming but the Rain is Not Stopping
"I need Lan Luo to come here, please tell her for me."

Chang Yufeng was standing on the street of the city wall, recovering from the sadness of losing Lilia. Even though Lilia was only recovered by the Space-Time Cube, this feeling came here through the fluctuations of space-time and across a not-so-perfect Star Line.

That imperfect line of stars, this longing reaching here, means that time and space are already facing the power of collapse.

The Space-Time Cube personally appears to recover the [individuals] who have [space-time insight], which means that this world is no longer so peaceful.

The increasingly serious confusion of time and space means that this is the real [main time and space]. Chang Yufeng here and everything he is about to experience are real, and will be the key to triggering a series of time and space rifts.

Chang Yufeng is no longer a simple [individual], so no matter what you say, it will be in vain.

Only the breeze after the rain stops can make him feel calm and relaxed again.

It seemed as if this rain was meant to send Lilia away, so much so that the world after the rain was somewhat unintentionally cruel.

But it is too calm and lacks a real feeling. Death is a very abrupt thing. No, when to die is a very abrupt thing, because only the god of death knows the deadline for death.

The same is true for flowers blooming and falling.

And, the god of death who manages this area, quietly stares at Chang Yufeng with those ruthless red eyes, with a calmness that is completely different from Chang Yufeng's calmness - cold and mocking - just like that, everything about the god of death has no mercy, no, it should be that everything is treated equally, ruthlessly and without justice.

"I believe you can find Lan Luo... and ask her to come see me... I need to reorganize my seven [King's Heirs] and tell them that their king has returned."

Chang Yufeng stared at the God of Death intently, and the God of Death quietly put his long and empty scythe into his arms, as if mocking the arrogance of this god.

[“I have no obligation to help you... My king, I am not your direct subordinate. You should know that three thousand years have passed. The fact that you have bestowed [spiritual power and magic] on mortals has already reduced your divinity a lot~ However, I still have to respectfully call you king. Beyond that, there is nothing more.”]

The voice of the god of death is like a clear spring, with a few ding-dong sounds, very penetrating. However, to all the living, it, the god of death, does not exist, and there has never been the possibility of it being expressed in words.

"What I give to mortals is just a tool."

Chang Yufeng stared into the eyes of the god of death with an angry look, forcing the god of death to tightly grasp the scythe in his bony hand. The illusory scythe of the god of death was like a naughty man holding on to a straw.

Death should not be a cruel person, so the way to make everyone lose should not be cruel, but calm.

Even this god of death had some fear in his empty eyes, although he had just made it clear that he no longer belonged directly to his king.

【The King of Kindness】

【Long Feather Maple】

"If Lan Luo doesn't come, I will definitely kill her."

Chang Yufeng took out his sword - the too ordinary sword - which was a two-handed sword. The number on it came from the hands of the blacksmith in the city. The level was above one hundred gold coins. It was the gift from Rajel to Chang Yufeng for winning the championship - not a novice sword with magical restrictions.

He swung his sword with the tip pointing directly at the eyes of the god of death. He was straightforward, almost emotionless, and calm. He stared at the timid, empty eyes of the god of death with two red dots floating in them with his majestic, bursting, star-like pupils that belonged to a king.

Death cannot close its eyes, but it will surrender.

It floated away, its unusual tattered black clothes dancing in the wind, like a stray dog ​​running away.

And in a corner of this time and space, the Nine-Turn Spiritual Sword was spinning behind someone. This person was made of ice peaks, with ice crystal flowers scattering around every white skin of her body. And she, with her eyes closed, was filled with a proud coldness.

Her name was Lan Luo. It was as if she had sensed the arrival of her king - no, it should be that she had sensed the fluctuations caused by the appearance of the Space-Time Cube, so she guessed the arrival of her king.

"The search for the wild shadow...is finally completed..."

She no longer called her king "king", but called him by his name.

The ice-blue ice crystal flowers were in full bloom, and Lan Luo's hand stretched out from among the flowers. His icy white skin moved upwards, and his five slender finger joints slowly moved upwards, then slowly clenched up, and with a strong squeeze, all the ice flowers were shattered, and he snorted coldly.

"I was locked up in his shelter by him. It's time to settle this account! King!"

She called out in a deep voice, her other king, who could gain her respect, and she also shouted out the king's name.

"My dear king...it's been three thousand years...it's time to end...this hatred!"

She stood up, her slender, flawless white thighs were wrapped by ice flowers, turning into a thin, cool white dress. Her icy calves were condensed by ice flowers into snow-cloud knee pads. A pair of crystal clear white shoes wrapped her almost perfect feet. Her chest, her tender arms, her wrists, her upper body were all turning, and the bouquet of flowers turned from white to blue. This dress, which was like a wedding dress made of white snow, also looked like a white battle armor. It was already difficult to tell them apart.

It was simply because her beauty was too cold that the bouquets could no longer cover up her beauty, so that they were useless, lacking the fluctuations of life, and only left with a thorough coldness.

"Make them pay the price!!"

Her roar was so dull that it startled the hastily approaching Grim Reaper and made him stop and dare not come forward.

"Lord Lanluo... the king wants to summon you..."

The cowardice of this Grim Reaper made Lan Luo suspicious.

"Oh~ I was just about to go find him..." Lan Luo snorted and glared at the god of death: "Why are you so scared?"

"Your king has already obtained that power~"

Death straightened the back of the skeleton and replied in a small voice: "This world is about to turn upside down ~ Lord Lanluo ~"

"He accepted that power~ This is simply unbelievable." Lan Luo looked at the bouquets of ice crystals blooming together, as if they had lost some kind of control, because their controller, Lan Luo, had a fluctuation in emotions, so that they bloomed and died.

"Make them pay the price!"

Lan Luo roared loudly, wrapping everything in this corner with an endless cold wind.

And her roar was far more than that, because in a place far away from her, a space that she could never enter, a woman who looked exactly like her and was also named Lan Luo was slightly startled, as if she felt the anger, and became dazed, and put down the doll in her hand - it was a doll that she had slowly made herself, using cotton wool to slowly sew her king - Chang Yufeng, with cloth and needle and thread, and Chang Yufeng's iconic short blond and white hair was scattered in the cotton wool...

The puppet's king was smiling. Seeing that something was wrong with her, Xiaolan put down the lollipop in his mouth, looked up at Lanluo next to him, and poked the ice elf's arm, whispering: "Hey~ What's wrong with her?"

"Why don't you just ask her~"

The ice elf also took the lollipop out of his mouth.

They lived a stable life in the Box of Void. After all, they could only eat and drink, and there was nothing much to do. Xun Huangying turned into a shadow and fell into a sleeping spell in the Box of Void once again. In the flowers and fluff of the ancient Titan tree, Xun Huangying breathed steadily, but lacked the strength to wake up.

His appearance now no longer resembles Chang Yufeng at all, except for a strange feeling of seriousness and tranquility.

"This day has finally arrived..." Lu Xinzhai sighed slowly and stroked his beard slowly. Although he was an old man, he possessed the power of youth.

"What? Lu Xinzhai, what happened?"

The two smart little ones were kept in the dark and had no right to know what had happened. They could only watch everything about Chang Yufeng.

"Looking for Huangying, he has used up all his divine power."

Lu Xinzhai pretended to be mysterious and naturally would not tell them the truth.

"I know that..." Xiaolan patted her skirt and put the lollipop back into her mouth.

"I know this too..." The ice elf slowly floated in front of Xun Huangying, confirmed Xun Huangying's existence, and Xun Huangying's deep sleep: "So~what happened? Xun Huangying, it seems, doesn't care that much~Besides, his divine power should be inexhaustible~"

"Right~ If gods can use up their power, what's the difference between them and humans?" Xiao Lan also agreed: "However, I have a question that I have always wanted to ask... After creating such a huge space where time and space no longer flow, how do you measure the power of gods?"

"But Xun Huangying is not a god anymore~" Lu Xinzhai pointed out the words of the two clever kids and told them everything they could know in a simple and clear way: "So, his divine power will end one day..."

"I...don't understand..." Xiao Lan tilted her head, squinted her big eyes and glanced at Lu Xinzhai, then looked at Xunhuangying in the cotton wool.

Xun Huangying is actually very similar to Chang Yufeng. Xun Huangying is always doing his own things and rarely speaks to others... He would rather keep it in his heart than speak it out loud.

Perhaps, from another perspective, if he said it and was met with misunderstanding from others, Xun Huangying would definitely feel very uncomfortable. Although he didn't say it, it was definitely not because he didn't want to say it, but because there was no one he could say it to.

For example, if it was that king's Xun Huangying and that king's Chang Yufeng, they would definitely be able to talk about anything. It's definitely not like this... two taciturn people...

No, two [mutual deceivers].

"Now, Chang Yufeng is the god~"

Lu Xinzhai had no intention of hiding it, but he just didn't like them asking too frequently after they knew it, so he turned into a golden ball and rolled to Xun Huangying's head.

"What?" Xiao Lan looked at the Ice Elf in confusion, both with bewildered faces.

However, Lan Luo who was next to them came to his senses, picked up the puppet that had fallen, and straightened the clothes of the Chang Yufeng puppet. It was a gorgeous black dress, which looked handsome and shining on the body of the puppet Chang Yufeng.

Rather than being handsome, it is more cute because this puppet looks more like Jack Nyman than a god like Chang Yufeng.

A round belly, round arms, chubby little hands, short legs, chubby feet, a round face, big button eyes, and that awful short black hair.

It is inappropriate to match such a Chang Yufeng doll with Chang Yufeng anymore, because Chang Yufeng is no longer like that now.

Rather than Chang Yufeng, it would be better to say it is Jack Nyman.

Chang Yufeng hadn't worn black coarse linen clothes for a long time. His kingly appearance was too white, and he was not allowed to wear too dark clothes, because then he would be like the black-robed man he didn't want to see.

If you live honestly in this world, you don't need to cover yourself with a black robe, although black clothes are not the same as a black robe.

Well, Lan Luo slowly picked up the needle and thread and began to sew exquisite clothes for this little puppet. Maybe in this way, Jack Nyman can become Chang Yufeng.

"Maybe... it means... that little brat is no longer a human being!"

The ice elf shouted out his guess loudly.

“This is really shocking~”

"You are not a human! My little master has had a hard life. It is his due that he has all the power he deserves~"

One of the two little girls who were licking their lollipops with relish bit her lollipop into pieces and started to eat it.

"I'm not a human being. Little brat, you should be on your own. I've seen many people who don't really understand why they live in this world, or how they should live. I think we don't have to worry about this, but your little master still needs to think about it carefully."

The Ice Elf sighed and said, "Look, when you get older, it's natural to get married, have children, reproduce, start a family, and then establish a career, isn't it? Although, although, sometimes it's difficult, right... Finding a good woman, not to mention taking care of the husband and children, even to make the next generation have a good temper, I think it's a difficult thing~ right~"

"What does this have to do with my little master becoming a god~"

Xiao Lan also didn't understand what the ice elf meant.

She felt like she had taken the wrong medicine, just like Lu Xinzhai, and was saying something incomprehensible.

"If you become a god, you will naturally not have the troubles I just mentioned. At least, in my opinion, gods should not get married, right?"

"Wrong! Absolutely wrong! My little master was born by my master! My master loves me very much, very much, very much! I love my male master very much!"

Xiao Lan said a lot of "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you"

But her master was not here.

I can't respond to what she said about loving you very much. What kind of love is that?
Maybe loving is just an adjective.

(End of this chapter)