"Cough, don't move, you'll fall."
Shen Fuguang straightened up, supported Chang Le's waist, and put her back down.
"You haven't answered yet..."
"Shhh."
Shen Fuguang raised a finger to his lips, his bright eyes looking at her, and said:
"Sweetheart, my answer has always been the same. But, do you have feelings for me that way?"
Chang Le was stunned.
Shen Fuguang gently kissed her forehead: "I'll wait until you've thought it through before asking me again."
The warmth of memories fades, and the people on the tree turn into scattered clouds and smoke in the baptism of time.
Chang Le was unaware that a thin mist had appeared before his eyes.
She smiled and said, "I've thought it through."
The autumn wind rustles through the withered and flourishing trees.
Chang Le walked forward, reached the pool, and called out, "Kitty, I'm back."
"Splash—"
The water surged, and a huge figure burst out of the water.
Despite its enormous size, it moved like a fish swimming in and out of the water, without splashing any water, and its four furry paws landed lightly.
This is a cat, a three-tailed cat that is nearly three meters long.
The fur is predominantly snow-white, with pure black markings resembling a powerful tattoo, and two additional strokes of color on the back and sides of the body.
It has three tails, each over a meter long; two are pure black, and one is snow-white. Amidst the black and white, only its eyes are a clear, translucent green.
Chang Le looked up at it and said, "Kitty."
The giant cat let out a childish meow and lowered its huge head, gently resting it against Chang Le's face.
The cat is the guardian beast of the core forest area. Fu Guang brought her here before and introduced her to it. For some reason, the cat is very close to Chang Le, so when she is feeling down, she always brings food to the cat.
Chang Le didn't know if the cat was a different species, a demon, or a beast that had developed intelligence; he only knew that the cat had lived for a very long time.
"Cat" is not a breed, it's just its name.
Shen Fuguang said that "Maomao" also had a companion, a tabby cat named "Gougou".
At that moment, Chang Le heard these two names: (O_o)??
I wonder who the cat's original owner was, to be so clever as to give it two such names.
Chang Le stroked the cat and said to it, "I want to go inside."
The cat rubbed against her for a while, then took two steps back, lifted its front paws and stomped, and a dark door slowly rose from under the withered tree.
Chang Le waved to the cat and went inside.
This is the entrance to the [Dragon Tomb Secret Realm].
The cat guards the gate.
A few months ago, Chang Le was wondering how to enter the [Dragon Tomb Secret Realm], but now she knows.
No method is needed; at least, she doesn't need any method.
She only needs to walk in, and the door will open for her.
"Thump—"
The deep, resonant sound of a great bell echoed in my ears.
Chang Le opened her eyes.
Before me stands a ten-meter-high bronze archway-shaped building, its rust stains resembling dried blood. On either side are two Qilin gate piers, their fierce eyes wide open, their divine might still undiminished.
A cold wind howled in from the doorway, its sound ancient, deep, and majestic, like the roar of a dragon.
This bronze structure, resembling a memorial archway, seems to have come alive with the wind; the sand and dust covering the plaque above has been wiped away, revealing several large golden characters:
【Jiuzhou Shrine】.
The Central Plains lie hidden by dragon veins; the Central Plains civilization coexisted with the dragon, and the dragon's energy nurtured and nourished the nine provinces. At the very end of the nine provinces lies the dragon's tomb.
Chang Le gently stroked the bronze archway; the hidden and intricate carvings were barely visible to the naked eye, only his fingers could feel them.
Looking inside, it's a completely different world.
The desolate land is formed by the yellow sand from the Gobi Desert, and the mysterious sky is formed by the brilliant cosmic star map. The Milky Way hangs upside down from the horizon and condenses into countless flowing silver rivers in the yellow sand.
Countless silver rivers intertwine, like totems from an ancient civilization, surrounding the distant, layered forest of steles.
As far as the eye can see, tombstones form a forest, covering the entire mountainside.
At the very top of the stele forest, the central stele resembles a divine pillar reaching to the heavens. The stele is carried by a Baxia (a mythical creature), with a pair of Baxia coiled around its top. The Milky Way gazes at the stele from afar, and the characters on the stele appear as if flowing with gold.
Chang Le's gaze fell directly on a tombstone directly below the huge stone monument. Although it was a thousand meters away, the tombstone was pitifully small, yet her heart still pounded.
Chang Le managed to stand firm only after he steadied himself against the bronze archway.
That is Shen Fuguang's tombstone.
The scene before me was the cemetery and forest of steles that had haunted my nightmares countless times.
It felt like her feet were weighed down by a thousand pounds, and the air seemed thinner than ever before. Chang Le didn't know how she got to this forest of steles, but she knew she must be in a terrible state.
Ten meters, only ten meters from the central tombstone, yet it was the longest ten meters Chang Le had ever walked.
Chang Le's legs had completely lost their strength, and her breathing had become completely irregular. She mustered all her strength to take three steps forward, and finally managed to steady herself by holding onto the cold tombstone.
She leaned against the tombstone, but her body could no longer support her, and she collapsed to the ground, pressed against it. She leaned against the tombstone, as if she had used up all her courage and strength.
It's eerily quiet here.
Only the sound of the Milky Way falling from the sky and flowing onto the ground could be heard.
Chang Le sat blankly against the tombstone for a long time before finally mustering her courage. Her hands trembled as she raised them and, very carefully, placed them on the indentation of the tombstone, writing each character from top to bottom without missing a single one.
— Sinking, supporting, light, of, tomb.
Chang Le's heart suddenly ached terribly, and she had to lower her head, curl up, and press her chest to breathe. She struggled to breathe, and each breath seemed to carry the taste of blood.
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