confusion
Within the maze, time lost its order. Shattered fragments of memory clashed and swirled like chaotic snowflakes, creating a silent clamor. Yinglong sat coiled in the center of the ancient beast's skull, like a reef anchoring the core of a storm.
She had been "communicating" with that core for who knows how long. The newly born, pure spirit, nurtured and guided by her constant supply of essence, blood, and peaceful thoughts, had, like a carefully nurtured seedling, gradually shed its initial confusion and fear, becoming more solid and stable, and even began to actively convey feelings of dependence and closeness to her.
It began to learn to emit a faint, joyous tremor when her divine power touched it; it would instinctively "seek shelter" from her when the chaotic flow of information from the outside world was too strong; it even began to imitate the thoughts she conveyed, trying to construct some simple "thoughts" of its own, such as [warmth], [safety], and [you are here].
This change made Yinglong's heart relax a little. At least, this new part was developing in a controllable direction.
However, the ferocity and will of destruction lurking deep within its core, fused with the Nirvana Black Armor powder, remained unquenched. Like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, they grew more sensitive and aggressive as their new spirituality grew.
Every time Yinglong tried to guide the newborn spirit to touch and understand the relatively peaceful dragon soul origin inside the core, the will of annihilation would suddenly rise up like a ferocious beast whose territory had been invaded, causing the entire core to vibrate violently, and black lines spread wildly, trying to devour the newborn spirit along with Yinglong's consciousness!
[Get lost!]
【Destruction! Return to nothingness!】
[Ao Guang's pain...how could you possibly understand?!]
The thought was filled with deep hatred and madness, sometimes like the ruthless whisper of the law of annihilation itself, and sometimes with the faint echo of Ao Guang's roar.
To deal with this power, Yinglong could no longer be as gentle as she nurtured her newborn spirit. She had to wield the even more powerful will of a war god, coupled with the magnificent might of the Burning Silence Sword, transforming it into an invisible barrier and shackles, forcibly suppressing and forcing it back time and again!
This is a silent tug-of-war, a struggle between existence and destruction that takes place in a small space.
The new spirituality slowly grows under her protection, like a young sprout struggling to stretch out in a storm.
The will of annihilation lay dormant again and again under her suppression, but it also became more condensed and more corrosive in each confrontation.
Yinglong felt as if he were simultaneously taming a tender young beast and imprisoning a ferocious dragon. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Just when this stalemate balance seemed to be continuing, an unexpected event broke the delicate tranquility within the maze.
Perhaps it was because Yinglong continued to guide the new spiritual beings to contact the origin of the dragon soul, or perhaps it was because of the long-term influence of the chaotic laws of the outside world, deep in the core, a fragment of memory that was blocked by layers of black air of annihilation and belonged to Ao Guang's deepest obsession, unexpectedly loosened a little.
It was not a violent impact, but an extremely brief, yet extremely clear picture, like bubbles on the bottom of the water, quietly floating to the surface of the "consciousness" of the new spiritual being, and through that close connection, it was transmitted to Yinglong -
It was not a desperate wait, nor was it a crazy destruction.
That was a thousand years ago, after the collapse of Mount Buzhou, when a flood ravaged the earth. Heaven and earth were in chaos, and turbid waves surged, swallowing up the wails of countless lives.
In the image, she (Yinglong herself) spread her enormous dragon wings, slicing the ground with her tail, forcibly directing the course of a raging river. The divine power consumed was immense, the edges of her wings already frayed, and her breathing was rapid.
Ao Guang, not far from her, commanded the myriad aquatic creatures and calmed the waves of the auxiliary tributaries. However, his gaze remained on her most of the time.
It's not the expectation of reward after the success of flood control, nor is it the admiration of love between men and women, but a deeper feeling... a mixture of admiration, worry, and a kind of regret as if looking at a fragile treasure.
In the picture, a huge rock as big as a mountain, swept by the flood, suddenly changed the direction of the river and crashed uncontrollably into her exhausted back!
Ao Guang's pupils suddenly contracted! He didn't even have time to shout before his body instinctively transformed into a stream of dark light. He ignored his own safety and forcibly rushed into the center of the chaotic energy torrent, his dragon claws slamming into the boulder!
"boom!"
The boulder shattered, and Ao Guang was also injured by the recoil force. Golden blood oozed from his dragon claws, but he didn't care. He immediately turned his head to look at her. After confirming that she was fine, his tense expression relaxed slightly, and then quickly disappeared, and he refocused on draining the flood.
The emotions in that look were so complex that Yinglong, who was sensing this memory at this moment, felt a sudden shock in his heart.
That was not the calm and wise Dragon King of the East China Sea in her memory, who was occasionally teased by her.
He was a man who would put her safety before his own, who would hide all his emotions deep down, and only reveal his deepest concerns in corners where she couldn't see... Ao Guang.
This fragment of memory flashed by and was quickly swallowed up and blocked by the resurgent black energy of annihilation.
But the unreserved concern and regret conveyed at that moment were like the sharpest needle, piercing into the softest and most unguarded corner of Yinglong's heart.
She had always thought that between them, there was a tacit understanding of fighting side by side, a mutual appreciation between strong men, perhaps mixed with a hint of affection, but that was all.
She had never imagined that beneath the magnificent achievements in flood control, in a place she had never noticed, he actually hid such... heavy and forbearing emotions.
So, the words "wait for me to come back" would be more important to him than anything else?
So, a thousand years of waiting will turn into an inescapable nightmare?
So, the final destruction would be accompanied by such intense despair and madness of being "betrayed" by her?
It turns out...she underestimated it.
I underestimated the weight of his emotions and the weight of a promise in his heart.
"Well……"
A suppressed groan of pain escaped from his throat, and Yinglong suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest. The cramping pain from there was far more intense than any impact of the thought of annihilation, and more...unbearable.
At this moment, the calmness and rationality that had always been in my mind were shattered by this unexpected memory.
She has always regarded herself as a "guardian" and thought she was doing something right and even "merciful".
But now, she was suddenly unsure.
What exactly did she save?
What was it that she was trying to guide and tame?
Is it a brand new life?
Or is it the twisted and unwilling continuation of Ao Guang, who endured thousands of years of pain because of her and eventually went to destruction?
The core within her sleeve seemed to sense her violent emotional fluctuations. The newly born spirit sent forth uneasy inquiries, while the dormant will of annihilation seized the opportunity to stir once again, emitting a cold, mocking tone.
Outside the maze, the gray fog remains and the echoes are chaotic.
Within the maze, Yinglong's heart of Taoism was violently shaken for the first time because of this memory buried deep in the torrent of time.
The road ahead seems to become even more foggy.
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