Chapter 102 Chapter 102
In the silence, the blank consciousness opened its eyes.
He was falling.
After realizing this, he instinctively reached up, trying to grab something.
There were countless bubbles floating around him, some illusory, some colorful, some gray and broken. In this deep space, as he fell, these bubbles only brushed against him, then flew upwards without looking back, and could no longer be touched.
Where is this?
"This is the memory room." said a voice.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally landed on the bed, as if someone had gently placed him on the bed, and he felt a soft touch from behind.
He sat up slowly and took in the entire space.
This is a space of only black and gray, with no end in sight. Under my feet is a mirror-like surface, but it can only reflect a few blurry shadows. And scattered on this surface are large and small colorful bubbles, exactly the same as those I have seen just now, except that they are firmly attached here and do not float upwards.
If you look closely, you can still see some blurry images in the center of the bubble.
"What is this?"
"Fragments of our memories."
In the silent space, two identical voices asked and answered each other.
We? He felt a little strange.
"How do I get out of here?" He looked up and asked the mysterious voice. Although his memory was blank, he vaguely remembered that he had something very important to do.
However, this time he waited for a long time, but the voice did not appear.
"..." He was a little disappointed, and then turned his eyes to the bubble beside him. Although he had no memory of how he got in, if he could get his memory back, he would definitely be able to find a way out.
Thinking of this, he reached out and touched the bubble closest to him.
A huge suction force came from the point of contact, and consciousness fell into darkness again.
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Of the five senses, the first to recover is the sense of smell.
The unique fragrance of paulownia wood mixed with the scent of soil after rain is familiar yet very strange.
The second is hearing.
There was the rustling of leaves in the wind, the chirping of birds, and the undisguised footsteps of someone coming.
Feng Huang opened his eyes and smiled faintly. He raised his hand and summoned a folding fan. The next second, a stream of green light flashed out, and the tip of the gun and the handle of the fan collided with each other. The red flames and the green wind intertwined, and the aftermath of the confrontation between the two forces instantly flattened everything around.
After the attack, both sides withdrew a distance at the same time.
Hearing the sound of trees falling, the smile on Phoenix's face hesitated for a moment. But when he saw the appearance of the person who came, the anger that had not yet erupted strangely dissipated.
The man was dressed in black, with a black veil hanging from his hat covering his face. From his attire, he looked like an anonymous warrior wandering around the world, but the pure white dragon horns on his head clearly exposed his identity.
"The Dragon Lord of the South China Sea Dragon Clan?" Feng Huang had heard of the name of this Dragon Lord. He was the sharpest blade in the hands of the South China Sea Dragon Clan. His mere presence on the battlefield could scare countless enemies. It was also said that he was an absolute defender of the Dragon Clan's interests. If anyone dared to offend the Dragon Clan, the tip of his gun would be pointed at that person's throat.
Feng Huang secretly thought it was a bad idea. He thought the person who came today was his partner who was fooled by him, so he let him go up the mountain. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be his enemy.
Speaking of the grudge between the Phoenix and the Dragon, it can be said that the grudge has been accumulated for a long time. At the beginning, the Dragon tribe fought with other tribes for territory, and they were very rogue and released water to flood 800 miles. It is not known whether they won the territory later, but the Phoenix who lived nearby was badly affected - the little nest he built with great effort was washed away by the flood at the moment when it was about to be completed.
In this era where territory is paramount, seizing someone's land and demolishing their house is simply an irreconcilable feud. Even if it is thousands of years later, if you kick over the castle that the obsessive-compulsive disorder patient is only one block away from completing, he will turn into a purgatory Shura on the spot and swear to fight you to the death.
The home was gone. Facing a huge beast like the dragon clan, other little monsters might not have the courage and strength to retaliate, but the phoenix did. So the young and hot-tempered phoenix ran to the dragon clan's territory that day and made a scene, and burned them to ashes.
The dragon clan was not to be outdone. If you burn my house today, I will flood your house tomorrow. No one will have an easy life. Since then, the two sides have been caught in a weird cycle, and the feud has been completely settled.
Fenghuang was not a person who liked fighting. He could not stand it after a while. In addition, he ran to the north, which was farthest from the South China Sea, to implement the plan. In order to avoid the tragedy from happening again, Fenghuang built a house on the top of the mountain. They had lived in peace for hundreds of years, but today, the strongest fighter of their dragon clan came to find them.
He actually still had the mind to find fault. Tsk, if I had known earlier I would have beaten him harder.
Even though she had a myriad of thoughts in her mind, Phoenix remained calm on the surface.
"I have long heard of your great name. I wonder if you, the Dragon Lord, have any advice for me since you have come all the way to live in the mountain today?"
"The name of Dragon Lord is just a nice name for a knife." The Dragon Lord looked gloomy and took back his gun. He thought to himself that he was more like a slave of the dragon clan than a Dragon Lord.
All the battles of "Dragon Lord" are to satisfy the selfish desires of those high-level people. His battles are meaningless, and he doesn't want to kill more innocent lives for this. He thinks that the dragon race is rotten, but if he looks at other races, they all seem to be the same. Only he who questions this rule seems like an alien.
Now, the senior leaders probably realized that his sword had other ideas, so they sent him to deal with Phoenix, the biggest worry, to show his last bit of value. Even if he could return alive, the elders would definitely find a way to force him to die due to various accidents.
Long Zun didn't care about these conspiracies, he had already made other plans. What surprised him was that he didn't encounter any obstacles on the way to Qishan. When he finally reached the top of the mountain, the red figure was sitting on the tree, looking down at him, with a frown on his face, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.
For no reason, Long Zun suddenly remembered the outside world's evaluation of the Phoenix - resourceful and resourceful, with no omissions in its plans.
Did you expect this to happen?
What do you want to do? Or what is there in me that is worth your attention? Long Zun was extremely curious about this.
"Lord of Qishan, I want to make a deal with you." Long Zun said, "The elders of the Dragon Clan have branded me with the Heavenly Dao Mark. I would like you to block the influence of the mark on me and give me back my freedom."
Feng Huang was somewhat surprised that the sharpest sword of the Dragon Clan actually wanted to break free from their control. He had thought that the Dragon Lord would be the biggest obstacle in his plan, but now it seems...
"Mark of Heaven, I can indeed help you, but what can you give me in exchange?" Phoenix closed the fan nonchalantly and looked up at him.
"What do you want?" Under the black veil, Long Zun's voice sounded very calm.
As if Feng Huang had seen something, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, walked in front of Long Zun, and gently lifted the black veil with his fan. Long Zun also let him do it, and his bright golden eyes calmly reflected the appearance of Feng Huang.
"Aren't you afraid that I might do something shady to you?" This was already a very dangerous distance, and even he didn't dare to easily give his trust to others under such circumstances.
"You wouldn't do such a thing. Besides, I am worth more to you alive than dead."
In fact, it doesn't matter if you really die, there is nothing worth staying in this terrible world. The reason why Long Zun wanted to get rid of the control of the dragon clan was just because he wanted to hold the right to death in his own hands.
"What do you want?" Long Zun asked again. He felt uncomfortable with the long staring, so he took the initiative to look away and took a step back, trying to put the black veil down again.
However, Phoenix directly took off the fighting hat, and did not miss the moment when Long Zun almost lost his breath.
"You're a little different than I thought."
Phoenix did not directly answer Dragon Lord's question, but looked into those bright golden eyes and said, "Your soul is beautiful, but full of boredom and fatigue. You hate the world today, don't you?"
Long Zun nodded silently. This was not something that could not be said. After all, this world seemed to have been rotten for a long time.
No matter how high-sounding the rhetoric is, it cannot conceal the fact that those struggles are fundamentally for the purpose of satisfying the desires of the leaders.
In order to gain more benefits, they can plunder other tribes without restraint. In this era, the winner is king, the strong get everything, and the weak lose everything. There is no law to protect the weak, and you can imagine what the loser in the war between tribes will end up like.
But few creatures really realize the problem. Fighting is common, so it is reasonable; bloodshed and death are common, so it is reasonable; the survival of weak tribes depends on the protection of the big demons, so for the benefit of the big demons, they should also charge into the battle line for this, and their sacrifice is justified. Everyone thinks so, even the little demons who are sacrificed think so.
Feng Huang had traveled to many places before. He had seen countless wronged souls wandering in the land after the war between two tribes, repeating their experiences before death day after day.
They are crying out why the world is so unfair, and questioning why the reasons for fighting are so frivolous. Friends who drank and drank tea together yesterday are forced to fight each other today, and the source of all this is just a ridiculous and outrageous reason given by the leaders of both sides.
But except for the phoenix, no one can see them, just like no one can see the little demons who are struggling to survive in the chaotic world. However, not being able to see does not mean that the pain does not exist. Whether they are alive or dead, this world is too cruel for them.
In the brief exchange just now, Fenghuang saw the same boredom in Long Zun's eyes. He knew that Long Zun was the same person as him and they had the same ideas. So he stretched out his hand to Long Zun and said, "Would you like to cooperate with me? Let's change this world together."
Offer him an offer he can't refuse.
"Become my peer, my accomplice."
"Accomplice." Long Zun looked up at Feng Huang. He almost immediately guessed what Feng Huang was going to do.
Most of the chaos stems from conflicts of interest among different ethnic groups, and only by integrating them all together can we put an end to this farce.
The word "accomplice" is absolutely correct. Although the world today is in chaos and constant fighting, according to the unwritten rules, whoever takes the lead in provoking a large-scale fight will be the eternal sinner.
Besides, the monsters were all proud and arrogant, and would never be under his control for no reason, nor would they change their minds easily. Therefore, gentle means would not work in most cases, and he could only use the recognized right to speak - fists.
It's not like there weren't monsters who wanted to do this before, but most of them died on the way, and the originally gathered strength was dispersed. This not only made the situation even more chaotic, but also made them be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and be spit on by thousands of creatures. In the eyes of all creatures, this was a thankless task.
"Do you know the price you have to pay to accomplish this?" Long Zun, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"I know it very well. That's why I'm going to do it. We have the power to change the world, but we are holding back because of fear. How are we different from those numb creatures?"
"You're right." Long Zun suddenly smiled. Perhaps this man rarely smiled, and his facial muscles were not familiar with how to make a "smiling" expression, so the "smile" he showed was just a twitching of one corner of his mouth.
"Okay, I promise you, from now on, you and I are allies."
There is one thing that Long Zun did not say - in fact, it doesn't matter even if he fails. Even if future generations want to provoke them, they will probably drag them both out and scold them together. Whether they can see it at that time is another matter.
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Zun suddenly threw away his robes, knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his heart, and said: "In exchange for removing the brand, I will follow you until the end of my life."
"You Lin, this is my real name."
For a demon, a name is the shortest curse. Unless it is recognized, a demon will never easily tell others its real name.
"I see." Phoenix chuckled. He stepped back a few steps and turned back into his original form. A gorgeous, dazzling, scarlet giant bird circled over the mountain. Then a tail feather appeared and gradually condensed into a scarlet crystal under the effect of energy.
This was a gift that Phoenix promised to give to Dragon Lord to shield the Heavenly Dao Mark, and it was also a witness to their covenant. Later, Dragon Lord made this crystal into a pendant and hung it on his ear, never taking it off.