The Spirit World

Chapter 835 [The Meteoric Rebirth Cabinet Incident] Getting old in vain
I always wonder where I came from.

I got the answer.

I am the union of my parents.

I always wonder where I go from here.

I got the answer.

I will turn into dust and disappear.

Everything I have experienced, whether it is rough or delicate, whether it is possession or loss, will only turn into a pile of yellow earth.

That's why I care more about whether my life needs to have meaning.

But in the end I can't understand, I can't imagine, I can't change it.

It's not just because I want to change day and night, but also because I have never changed.

I have indeed never changed, from being an ordinary and mediocre person to being busy and mediocre all my life, and then to being mediocre while desperately searching for something.

I always pray that I will not be a mediocre person.

I always pray that I am not an ordinary and common person.

I always pray, my amazing gift.

I am always a supplicant, praying for all the miracles that are related to me.

I dream, I fantasize, I hope.

None of them are as good as me, but it’s good at least once, and it’s a visible change.

I am depressed, I am unhappy, I can't find the meaning of my existence.

I can't find any reason why anything should be done.

I even feel that those people live meaningless lives.

I shouldn't think like this, nor should I understand and let them live such a meaningless life as dead.

I am not a bad person, I just feel that my sorrow and my pursuit are somewhat similar to theirs. I am neither noble nor humble, just different.

I am different from everyone else, which means that my present, my future, what I have and what I lose should all be different from theirs.

Thinking this way gives me the motivation to seek something more special, more unique, more legendary, more important, and something that belongs exclusively to me.

Anything is fine.

No matter what it is, as long as it’s something that’s just mine.

all good.

My similarities with others are not a stain on my life.

The differences between me and others should be created and released by me, and turned into my own unique light.

It is really difficult for a depressed, gloomy and unhappy person to discover the beauty of this world.

Maybe, but, after all, no one wants to have a sad face every day, thinking about this and that, looking for things here and there.

To do something that makes you happy, first of all, you must make yourself happy.

I really can't imagine how happy a taciturn person can be.

I really could not imagine that in my life, my laughter would really have an end, just like my emotions, and would also have an end.

I don't want that.

I know that I am not similar to anyone else, I know that I have plenty of good times, and I know that I can make changes.

I have the ability to face setbacks.

I have the ability to face the malice of others.

I have so much power that accompanies me even though I realize it belatedly.

I can't give up on them, just like they have never given up on me.

Even though I hurt him, even though I hurt her over and over again.

I didn't respond, I didn't have any heartfelt desire, I wasn't that innocent.

I did a lot of things wrong, and I know it.

I have paid a price for it, I have been troubled by it, and I have lost too much for it.

But that is not the end of my life, nor will it be the continuation of the tragedy of my life.

They are just a tiny bit of sadness among my many hopes.

That's not all of my life.

I clearly realized that that was not all of my life!
I have to face it.

I must change.

I'm not joking, nor am I just talking nonsense here.

I am, need, to execute.

I am, need! Action!

I am! Chang Yufeng!

I am! The King of Kindness of Tianyu!
I am! The God of Gods!

I am! The master of the world!

[Principality of Allan, Salahma, Immortal Hall]

"It's right here..." Sinokos tilted his mouth, as if his evil intentions had succeeded, and pointed at the extremely tall clock tower.

The center of the Immortal Hall is there.

The bell tower of this huge cathedral is the only gear here that still records time. Every time it rings, it brings a brief light to all mankind.

The snake in the courtyard of the world blocked out the sky, and the dark earth withered day by day. Without the sun, time was lost.

The old bell tower, like a symbol of hope, rang out loud.

Ding Dong——

It is an old and dull sound.

Twelve times, each one with a lingering tremor.

"From the bell tower, to the wall, to the entrance, there are fifteen streets in total. To the Immortal Palace, there are another eight streets. Each street is three meters wide."

Sinoquos told the shadow in the darkness everything that happened inside the Undead Hall.

"Based on the arrangement of the streets, the patrol plan of the soldiers is also like this. Each pair of soldiers is responsible for three streets, and a team has fifteen people. In addition to the ten pairs of soldiers near the Undead Palace and the scattered soldiers in the central rest area, there are about six hundred soldiers in the city."

The shadow nodded, revealing red eyes.

It was a black-maned werewolf with half of its fangs broken off.

Without the sun, the moon was also lost. These werewolves who were unable to transform into humans due to the curse organized themselves into a huge team.

They roamed around hunting, but were in desperate need of a "home".

They are human beings after all.

"Also, the team at the entrance, in addition to the twenty people led by me, also has twelve elite soldiers led by Norav. But no matter what, the level of all soldiers should be above the spiritual master, but not higher than the heavenly spiritual master."

"Spiritual Master~ah~scum~" Someone snorted arrogantly in the darkness: "It's just that there are too many of them, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

"No, Sinoquos. Even if we can enter the patio and reach the center of the bell tower, our fighting force will be dispersed. Your Pangnapo is not that easy to deal with."

A slightly older werewolf walked out from the shadows, and the Serpent of the World Courtyard flashed with thunder in the sky. Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the whole sky was buzzing. All the people looked up at the sky without any warning.

Return to calm.

"I do not think so."

The Broken Tooth Wolf King is sturdy and wears a pale royal robe. The robe flutters in the wind like a roll of red majesty that cannot be blown away by the wind.

"According to Sinoquos's intelligence, Pangnapo was seriously injured. In the last battle, he was able to break my wolf fangs with his sword within a hundred steps, relying on his healthy body. Now, he is covered with scars and injured by the [Sky Fire] that cannot be cured at all, making him even more vulnerable. You don't have to worry about this." The Broken Tooth Wolf King snorted, grabbing his huge wolf claws, and was very angry: "Now, it's time for him to pay the price! This attack will definitely make us famous. I can guarantee that in the coming time, the humans living in the Undead Hall will pay a painful price."

"You want to kill innocent humans?" The old wolf was a little terrified.

It seems that as a werewolf, he has some taboos about killing people.

But the Broken Tooth Wolf King no longer wanted to say anything more.

He just looked at the spirited Sinoquos and said meaningfully: "Kill all the rebels! Leave no one alive!"

He asked the old wolf: "Why, are you afraid?"

"You shouldn't be so violent! As the king of werewolves, you can naturally become the king of humans. You should think twice before deciding whether to let innocent humans go!"

Old Wolf was quite indignant.

But he knew that the Broken Tooth Wolf King was already like an arrow that could not be pulled back. After entering the city, he was bloodthirsty and naturally did not distinguish between the important and the trivial.

"Well, in the final analysis, it's you who's afraid. You're frightened by Pangnapo!"

The Broken Tooth Wolf King pushed the old wolf, and the old wolf couldn't withstand his push and fell to the ground.

"You, go back to the city first. When our main force arrives, I must see you alive and standing at the entrance of the secret passage to greet me!"

The Broken Tooth Wolf King patted Sinoquos on the shoulder. For the Wolf King, this was an extremely important etiquette, which came from the Wolf King's recognition.

"When the time comes, you will have the choice of gold and fine wine!"

Sinoquos' eyes were as blood red as the wolf king's. In that instant, Sinoquos's fangs suddenly grew much longer.

He nodded, but what he saw was indeed the huge clock tower.

The clock tower still records the time, but it will only ring again on the hour.

"Twelve o'clock? During the day? Or at night?"

Xun Huangying raised his head. On days without the sun, he could raise his head at will without being hurt by the sun and having his forehead covered.

In front of this young man, everything seemed so tall, because the young man was too small. Most of the children born in the Era of Destruction had little nutrition and were naturally short.

But Xun Huangying was short only because he came from a lamb. The lamb was as tall as Chang Yufeng's long knees, while the boy was only as tall as Chang Yufeng's waist.

"At night." An old man answered Xun Huangying in a casual tone.

The old man was smoking a kind of hookah that required a flint to keep it lit.

The flint does not need to be struck, it can naturally produce fire with just a touch of the old man's fire element.

Tiny smoke gives rise to tiny souls.

He was enjoying the smoke and saw Xunhuangying.

"How pitiful, how pitiful, these days there are still people who give birth to children and let them suffer... Such heartless parents~"

The old man's last words sounded like singing.

"What?" Xun Huangying kicked the bell tower, and the bell tower seemed to be kicked, scattering huge amounts of mud and dust.

"What?" Chang Yufeng was standing next to Xun Huangying, looked up and saw a huge hour hand.

They were also standing underneath the twelve knocks, and the loud sound seemed to have woken up the few remaining birds around.

They flew around, not knowing where they were going.

"Old man, do you have any opinion?"

Chang Yufeng came to the side of the old man and sat down slowly. Like the old man, he could see the silent streets around him.

Xun Huangying stood in front of them, with his hands on his hips, looking at them.

One old and one young, the light in their eyes shone like beautiful stars.

"I say, children have a hard life, so don't give birth to them. Judging from your age, your parents should not be that old either, so why are you so ignorant?"

The old man recognized Chang Yufeng and Xun Huangying as brothers.

But Chang Yufeng and Xun Huangying have no blood relationship.

Just being together.

"I have experienced that peaceful time, it was so wonderful, unlike now, with the era of destruction, kings, princes, generals, what the hell~"

The old man had no scruples and naturally did not shy away from anything. His carefree attitude of not caring about life and death and his eyes that had experienced everything in life did not need to be expressed in too many words.

He is not a homeless person, nor is he sloppy, nor does he look old, which is a very rare thing.

His old hands are the result of a life of hardship.

Maybe his eyesight was not very good. He squinted to look at Xun Huangying and also stared at the young man.

The young man put his hands on his hips, looking very rude, which made the old man laugh.

The youthful spirit of seeking out wild shadows never had an end.

"After all, your parents are irresponsible. They have lived to the Age of Destruction, and yet you still gave birth to a child to suffer. I see that you are not rich, so you must have suffered a lot."

"How can you see it?"

Chang Yufeng was very puzzled.

Why does the old man speak like this?

They also saw this old man when they were walking around the clock tower.

"No, I have seen a lot. I am already 76 years old. What have I not seen? Many people have died in front of me."

The old man's words were too straightforward, and they held the powerful magic of the vicissitudes of time, leaving people with nothing to do but listen.

"It's not like now, where we can only wait to die... When I was young, it was a peaceful time. The whole of Sarachma, even the whole principality, was extremely peaceful. I had never heard of the Era of Destruction or the Hall of Immortality."

"This should be near a church..."

Chang Yufeng asked.

"Of course it's near the church. The original name of this place was Our Lady of Mariana, and it belongs to the principality. Because there are crystal minerals here, many people come here to make a living."

The old man stretched out his rough hand, which was like a rag, and waved it in front of him: "You don't know, at that time, there were huge crowds of people and loud gongs and drums. This is something you newborns can't see. Hehe, at that time, I was still young and followed them around to fool around. I didn't worry about having children at all."

"Hmph, old man, what do you want to say? Don't be ungrateful. If you say something unpleasant, I will get angry!"

Xunhuangying was naturally not in a good mood because he was given unreasonable instructions by a mere human.

But he had no intention of really doing anything to the old man.

"I said you have a miserable life. Your parents shouldn't have given birth to you, little one."

The old man naturally thought that Chang Yufeng and Xun Huangying were young and had almost no taboos, so they took advantage of their seniority and said things that made people feel uncomfortable.

But Chang Yufeng and Xun Huangying had no way to refute anything.

Because there is no need to refute.

"You are not locals, right? It's okay if you are not locals, but leave here quickly. The Undead Group is not a good thing, and don't suffer here."

The old man seemed to be giving a kind reminder.

It also sounded like a helpless sigh.

"You are so young, where can you escape to? There is no need to be like me... just walk slowly and you can get out."

The old man looked at Chang Yufeng and Xun Huangying. The two had very different temperaments, but neither of them had ordinary looks, so he just smiled.

"Ah... It's not up to you, and it's not up to me either. Forget it... Let's go play somewhere else..."

The old man waved his hand, signaling the two to leave.

Chang Yufeng was a little stunned...

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Only after Xunhuangying shouted something incomprehensible did they set off again.

(End of this chapter)