Just when he thought he was about to be smashed into a pulp, an extremely strange feeling suddenly came over him.
In the midst of the frantic descent and the blurring of the rain, he seemed... he seemed to vaguely see something.
It wasn't a rock, nor a tree, but a dazzling display of light, like the aurora seen through a shimmering crystal, its colors unnaturally vibrant, flashing by eerily and brilliantly in the dim rain.
Immediately afterwards, he felt as if his body had passed through a layer of something.
It wasn't water, nor was it wind; it was more like a layer of... an icy, yet incredibly thin and fragile "water film." The sensation was so strange that the instant cold almost caused his heart to stop!
Then, he completely lost consciousness.
My final thought was that the rain... seemed to have stopped?
Or is he already dead?
...
I don't know how much time has passed.
It may be a moment, or it may be a century.
Zhang Shaozhong was awakened by aching all over. He groaned and struggled to open his eyes.
What came into view was no longer a gloomy and terrifying rainy sky, but a kind of... soft and bright sky with a faint white and blue glow that he had never seen before.
There was no sun, yet light shone everywhere.
The rain has stopped.
The thunder also disappeared.
The sound of the wind had ceased, leaving only an absolute, almost sacred... stillness.
He sat up abruptly, coughed violently, and spat out the mud, water, and bits of grass from his mouth.
Then he froze, groping his body up and down in disbelief.
My arms and legs are still there. After moving around, apart from muscle soreness and some minor abrasions and scratches, there's nothing seriously wrong.
Rolling down such a steep place, even if you don't die, you'd at least suffer a fracture and concussion, right?
How is that possible?
He looked around blankly, and when he saw what was happening, his mouth dropped open, and he was completely dumbfounded.
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