Chapter 1325: Treading on Thin Ice (End-of-Month Plea for Monthly Ticket, Combined)

The breath exhaled from mouth and nose froze into frost, shattering onto the shoe uppers, the warm stove fire silently extinguished, or perhaps extinguished even earlier, with not a trace of blue smoke, the charcoal frozen hard as steel, the walls three feet thick.

Outside the room's sole narrow, elongated window, ice spikes grew along the edge at a visible speed, spreading horizontally.

"General Tiger, ten-thousand-year ice marrow, yet it is a rare treasure and marvel of my Great Snow Mountain, unearthed from the Netherworld Well, countless frozen skeletons, truly the utmost in ice, the extreme in cold, within a three-foot radius, even an instant can be frozen, under heaven, none can surpass it." The yellow-robed monk clasped his hands, for the room was too cold, and as he spoke, no visible white vapor remained in his mouth and nose.

"Naturally I understand this treasure is exceedingly precious, my deepest thanks to the Lotus Sect, my deepest thanks to the revered teacher."

"Suhebalu" closed the lid, performing a respectful Buddhist bow.

In his speech, he actually spoke fluent Snow Mountain language, long gone the "soul-loss syndrome" and "amnesia" from when he had just revived.

He made a promise: "Henceforth within the Lotus Sect, revered teachers, if you have any errands, just command, do not mention the Yinglong, within Entering Zhen Xiang, I myself possess a modicum of ability, even if it means Suhebalu sacrifices his life, I will not shirk."

The monk smiled: "General Tiger's fame fills the world, and he keeps his word, our Lotus Temple naturally believes this, however, our Lotus Temple has long maintained friendly relations with the Wang Ting, the Wang Fu matter is also a mistake in our Lotus Sect's scouting of the enemy, leading to today's outcome, General Tiger is a pillar of Wang Ting, to heal the general is only fitting, what talk of repayment, as for the earlier revival misunderstanding — "

"The matter of summoning souls and reviving the dead is itself defying heaven, none can guarantee success, if it invites evil spirits, disguising as me, my death is trivial, ruining the greater situation is grave, disguising as me, destroying our relationship, is an even greater calamity, taking precautions is normal, naturally I will not hold it against you, revered teacher, rest assured, I will explain to the Great Khan."

"That could not be better, the great trend is favorable, you and I, the Lotus Sect and Wang Ting, must absolutely have no grudges." The monk smiled ever more sincerely, yet his feet did not move an inch.

"Suhebalu" feigned sudden realization, slightly bowing: "Revered teacher, do you have any orders?"

"No orders, merely one question."

"Ask away."

"Ice marrow is of no benefit to the Dao, I have never heard General Tiger cultivating this dharma, why suddenly demand ice marrow in the name of cultivation?"

The teacher stared fixedly at "Suhebalu": "If it is cultivation techniques, our Lotus Sect has considerable insight, including the use of ice marrow, if there are any difficulties, perhaps we can aid the general, save expenses, after all treasures are rare, when objects are used to their fullest, the general need not worry, just as I said earlier, our Lotus Temple and Wang Ting have long maintained friendly relations."

Crack.

The charcoal turned to iron lumps shattered, scattering some black dust.

"Suhebalu"'s eyes twitched, he did not speak directly, but instead slightly turned his body, falling silent.

The monk stepped forward half a step, concerned: "General?"

"Eh — "

"Why does the general sigh?"

"Revered teacher, I cannot help but sigh." "Suhebalu" sighed deeply, he lifted his head to gaze at the sky, walked several steps, came to the window, through the thick walls, looked out at the distant tranquil lakeshore, "Since the revered teacher has this question, I will no longer conceal, today I demand ice marrow not for technique, but for pain!"

"Pain?" The monk frowned.

"Yes!" "Suhebalu" pressed his hand to his chest, tightly closed his eyes, "Since my revival, I have lost soul, lost memory, my whole body aches daily, that pain feels as if it is in the bone marrow, grabbing flesh and bone without relief, moreover, voices shout in my mind, one, two, ten, a hundred, noisy and disordered, as if I am not myself, but mixed with many others.

They followed me back, followed me into this flesh, some named Luo Qiwu, he told me he has a sister, just entered a great sect, let him return, again someone told me he is Ding Xian, he has parents to support — "

The monk exclaimed: "Such a thing exists?"

"Yes." Suhebalu suddenly opened his eyes.

The monk was shaken half a step back, that gaze — how suppressed, dense tiny blood vessels crawling over the whites of the eyes, like red earthworms exposed when digging up chicken coop dirt, making the entire eyeball turn blood-red, when he suddenly opened his eyes, it actually made his heart jump.

"Sleeping, cultivating, eating, endless little people, at no time ceasing to shout in my mind, making it hard to sleep, hard to cultivate, even the realm unstable, let alone knocking on the Heaven Gate, even Heaven-Man Unity, Penetrating Heaven and Earth are unstable, sometimes I even dazed, wondering if I am truly myself."

"What?" The monk nearly lost his voice, "Why did the general not say so earlier?"

"Because I have found a solution."

"What meth————" the monk's words cut short, his gaze suddenly fell on the ice marrow on the table, he suddenly understood, "Ice marrow?"

"It is cold, it is chill!" "Suhebalu" pointed to the already extinguished fire basin, "The room is warm, the louder the noise in my mind, the harder my cultivation, when I step outside, the biting north wind blows, their voices are suppressed, my cultivation stabilizes, ice marrow is the utmost cold in the world, now I — "

The lid of the ice marrow was reopened.

The vapor exhaled from mouth and nose, which had just become white mist, vanished in an instant.

Crackle-pop.

Bones exploded in sound.

"Suhebalu" heaved his shoulders, closed his eyes tightly, let out a groan, as if he had obtained some great enjoyment, cold weather, soaking in hot springs.

"Nothing remains, the realm is also stabilized, I once thought cold was merely treating symptoms not the root, hence I tried fighting poison with poison, burning charcoal, to suppress during the noisiest times.

Now it seems burning charcoal is utterly useless, only cold can counter, revered teacher rest assured, with this ice marrow, Heaven-Man Unity and Penetrating Heaven and Earth cultivation will return, merely a matter of time."

The monk's brows knit tightly, gazing at the stove charcoal, previously unnoticed, indeed it was not the ice marrow's effect that extinguished it, utterly without blue smoke, but rather earlier still.

He spoke no more, offered a few words of comfort, stated he would think of ways to help stabilize the realm, then hurried away.

The room fell silent.

"Suhebalu" waited a long time, closed the ice marrow lid, waited again a long time.

The indoor temperature gradually warmed, the vapor between mouth and nose gradually rose again, the blood threads in the eye whites completely faded.

Inner vision of the self.

Three golden talismans, two already dimmed early, only the last remaining, silently drifting in the lower dantian.

Upon arrival, Lao Yingtianself believed he had done all he could, diligently learned Snow Mountain language, Northern Ting language, mastered it in mere months, truly as if "recalling" it, but the information from the Sick Tiger, the fish elder gave was truly too little, ultimately there would be incongruity, arousing suspicion, not that I suspect someone deliberately tampered, but I suspect whether the returned Suhebalu is the original Suhebalu.

Fortunately, here he also thought of a solution — 【50】 Rather than patching east wall to west wall, filling gaps everywhere, better to openly display the gaps.

Better to lay the flaws bare than to patch east walls to fix west ones, filling gaps everywhere.

"I" was never wholly "I".

Heaven-Man Unity and Penetrating Heaven and Earth are also far more difficult than imagined, forcing Lao Yingtianself to seek external aid, lest he truly fall in realm.

Over half a year, the Sick Tiger realm declined by more than half, even while seizing opportunities to comprehend, Lao Yingtianself still did not grasp the essentials, merely his own growth slowed the decline.

I heard this world has a method, able to craft the remains of a Wu Sheng into a ritual "Heaven Altar", sitting on the altar allows a brief experience of the Wu Sheng realm, akin to a mother helping a child exert strength when learning chopsticks, easily crossing the three steps of entering the elephant, the opening of profound light.

I truly cannot imagine, myself always "half-sitting on the altar" still unable to learn, how the heaven's pride of this world comprehends the Yinglong three steps?

In the southern part of the Great Shun, there is the Huai King, twenty-eight entered Yinglong, became Wu Sheng, just hearing this number is enough to suffocate.

Most people in the netherworld at twenty-eight are still in the "Four Passes", the excellent perhaps able to "gallop horse".

The Huai King's fame early resounded throughout the world, past experiences are no secret, the Sick Tiger's death is inseparable from the Huai King, even the Huai King himself has countless threads of connection, knowing more, although the fish elder did not say, yet a slight comparison reveals, the Huai King is precisely the fish elder's one-body-two-aspects, and the fish elder is the resurrected white ape.

The fish elder is extremely mysterious, died and revived, able to traverse yin and yang, just as the Huai King, one-body-two-aspects with the fish elder, is also extremely wondrous.

He occasionally wonders, whether beyond the Blood River Realm and Heaven-Earth Realm, there is yet an unknown "Third Realm"? People in the Heaven-Earth Realm cultivate faster than those in the Blood River Realm, people in the Third Realm cultivate faster than those in the Heaven-Earth Realm, just so, he came to the Heaven-Earth Realm, the Third Realm's Huai King also came to the Heaven-Earth Realm, one feels fast, one feels slow — 【1】 The breath exhaled from mouth and nose froze into frost, shattering onto the shoe uppers, the warm stove fire silently extinguished, or perhaps extinguished even earlier, with not a trace of blue smoke, the charcoal frozen hard as steel, the walls three feet thick.

【2】 Outside the room's sole narrow, elongated window, ice spikes grew along the edge at a visible speed, spreading horizontally.

【3】 "General Tiger, ten-thousand-year ice marrow, yet it is a rare treasure and marvel of my Great Snow Mountain, unearthed from the Netherworld Well, countless frozen skeletons, truly the utmost in ice, the extreme in cold, within a three-foot radius, even an instant can be frozen, under heaven, none can surpass it." The yellow-robed monk clasped his hands, for the room was too cold, and as he spoke, no visible white vapor remained in his mouth and nose.

【4】 "Naturally I understand this treasure is exceedingly precious, my deepest thanks to the Lotus Sect, my deepest thanks to the revered teacher."

【5】 "Suhebalu" closed the lid, performing a respectful Buddhist bow.

【6】 In his speech, he actually spoke fluent Snow Mountain language, long gone the "soul-loss syndrome" and "amnesia" from when he had just revived.

【7】 He made a promise: "Henceforth within the Lotus Sect, revered teachers, if you have any errands, just command, do not mention the Yinglong, within Entering Zhen Xiang, I myself possess a modicum of ability, even if it means Suhebalu sacrifices his life, I will not shirk."

【8】 The monk smiled: "General Tiger's fame fills the world, and he keeps his word, our Lotus Temple naturally believes this, however, our Lotus Temple has long maintained friendly relations with the Wang Ting, the Wang Fu matter is also a mistake in our Lotus Sect's scouting of the enemy, leading to today's outcome, General Tiger is a pillar of Wang Ting, to heal the general is only fitting, what talk of repayment, as for the earlier revival misunderstanding — "

【9】 "The matter of summoning souls and reviving the dead is itself defying heaven, none can guarantee success, if it invites evil spirits, disguising as me, my death is trivial, ruining the greater situation is grave, disguising as me, destroying our relationship, is an even greater calamity, taking precautions is normal, naturally I will not hold it against you, revered teacher, rest assured, I will explain to the Great Khan."

【10】 "That could not be better, the great trend is favorable, you and I, the Lotus Sect and Wang Ting, must absolutely have no grudges." The monk smiled ever more sincerely, yet his feet did not move an inch.

【11】 "Suhebalu" feigned sudden realization, slightly bowing: "Revered teacher, do you have any orders?"

【12】 "No orders, merely one question."

【13】 "Ask away."

【14】 "Ice marrow is of no benefit to the Dao, I have never heard General Tiger cultivating this dharma, why suddenly demand ice marrow in the name of cultivation?"

【15】 The teacher stared fixedly at "Suhebalu": "If it is cultivation techniques, our Lotus Sect has considerable insight, including the use of ice marrow, if there are any difficulties, perhaps we can aid the general, save expenses, after all treasures are rare, when objects are used to their fullest, the general need not worry, just as I said earlier, our Lotus Temple and Wang Ting have long maintained friendly relations."

【16】 Crack.

【17】 The charcoal turned to iron lumps shattered, scattering some black dust.

【18】 "Suhebalu"'s eyes twitched, he did not speak directly, but instead slightly turned his body, falling silent.

【19】 The monk stepped forward half a step, concerned: "General?"

【20】 "Eh — "

【21】 "Why does the general sigh?"

【22】 "Revered teacher, I cannot help but sigh." "Suhebalu" sighed deeply, he lifted his head to gaze at the sky, walked several steps, came to the window, through the thick walls, looked out at the distant tranquil lakeshore, "Since the revered teacher has this question, I will no longer conceal, today I demand ice marrow not for technique, but for pain!"

【23】 "Pain?" The monk frowned.

【24】 "Yes!" "Suhebalu" pressed his hand to his chest, tightly closed his eyes, "Since my revival, I have lost soul, lost memory, my whole body aches daily, that pain feels as if it is in the bone marrow, grabbing flesh and bone without relief, moreover, voices shout in my mind, one, two, ten, a hundred, noisy and disordered, as if I am not myself, but mixed with many others.

【25】 They followed me back, followed me into this flesh, some named Luo Qiwu, he told me he has a sister, just entered a great sect, let him return, again someone told me he is Ding Xian, he has parents to support — "

【26】 The monk exclaimed: "Such a thing exists?"

【27】 "Yes." Suhebalu suddenly opened his eyes.

【28】 The monk was shaken half a step back, that gaze — how suppressed, dense tiny blood vessels crawling over the whites of the eyes, like red earthworms exposed when digging up chicken coop dirt, making the entire eyeball turn blood-red, when he suddenly opened his eyes, it actually made his heart jump.

【29】 "Sleeping, cultivating, eating, endless little people, at no time ceasing to shout in my mind, making it hard to sleep, hard to cultivate, even the realm unstable, let alone knocking on the Heaven Gate, even Heaven-Man Unity, Penetrating Heaven and Earth are unstable, sometimes I even dazed, wondering if I am truly myself."

【30】 "What?" The monk nearly lost his voice, "Why did the general not say so earlier?"

【31】 "Because I have found a solution."

【32】 "What meth————" the monk's words cut short, his gaze suddenly fell on the ice marrow on the table, he suddenly understood, "Ice marrow?"

【33】 "It is cold, it is chill!" "Suhebalu" pointed to the already extinguished fire basin, "The room is warm, the louder the noise in my mind, the harder my cultivation, when I step outside, the biting north wind blows, their voices are suppressed, my cultivation stabilizes, ice marrow is the utmost cold in the world, now I — "

【34】 The lid of the ice marrow was reopened.

【35】 The vapor exhaled from mouth and nose, which had just become white mist, vanished in an instant.

【36】 Crackle-pop.

【37】 Bones exploded in sound.

【38】 "Suhebalu" heaved his shoulders, closed his eyes tightly, let out a groan, as if he had obtained some great enjoyment, cold weather, soaking in hot springs.

【39】 "Nothing remains, the realm is also stabilized, I once thought cold was merely treating symptoms not the root, hence I tried fighting poison with poison, burning charcoal, to suppress during the noisiest times.

【40】 Now it seems burning charcoal is utterly useless, only cold can counter, revered teacher rest assured, with this ice marrow, Heaven-Man Unity and Penetrating Heaven and Earth cultivation will return, merely a matter of time."

【41】 The monk's brows knit tightly, gazing at the stove charcoal, previously unnoticed, indeed it was not the ice marrow's effect that extinguished it, utterly without blue smoke, but rather earlier still.

【42】 He spoke no more, offered a few words of comfort, stated he would think of ways to help stabilize the realm, then hurried away.

【43】 The room fell silent.

【44】 "Suhebalu" waited a long time, closed the ice marrow lid, waited again a long time.

【45】 The indoor temperature gradually warmed, the vapor between mouth and nose gradually rose again, the blood threads in the eye whites completely faded.

【46】 Inner vision of the self.

【47】 Three golden talismans, two already dimmed early, only the last remaining, silently drifting in the lower dantian.

【48】 Upon arrival, Lao Yingtianself believed he had done all he could, diligently learned Snow Mountain language, Northern Ting language, mastered it in mere months, truly as if "recalling" it, but the information from the Sick Tiger, the fish elder gave was truly too little, ultimately there would be incongruity, arousing suspicion, not that I suspect someone deliberately tampered, but I suspect whether the returned Suhebalu is the original Suhebalu.

【49】 Fortunately, here he also thought of a solution — 【50】 Rather than patching east wall to west wall, filling gaps everywhere, better to openly display the gaps.

【51】 "I" was never wholly "I".

【52】 Heaven-Man Unity and Penetrating Heaven and Earth are also far more difficult than imagined, forcing Lao Yingtianself to seek external aid, lest he truly fall in realm.

【53】 Over half a year, the Sick Tiger realm declined by more than half, even while seizing opportunities to comprehend, Lao Yingtianself still did not grasp the essentials, merely his own growth slowed the decline.

【54】 I heard this world has a method, able to craft the remains of a Wu Sheng into a ritual "Heaven Altar", sitting on the altar allows a brief experience of the Wu Sheng realm, akin to a mother helping a child exert strength when learning chopsticks, easily crossing the three steps of entering the elephant, the opening of profound light.

【55】 I truly cannot imagine, myself always "half-sitting on the altar" still unable to learn, how the heaven's pride of this world comprehends the Yinglong three steps?

【56】 In the southern part of the Great Shun, there is the Huai King, twenty-eight entered Yinglong, became Wu Sheng, just hearing this number is enough to suffocate.

【57】 Most people in the netherworld at twenty-eight are still in the "Four Passes", the excellent perhaps able to "gallop horse".

【58】 The Huai King's fame early resounded throughout the world, past experiences are no secret, the Sick Tiger's death is inseparable from the Huai King, even the Huai King himself has countless threads of connection, knowing more, although the fish elder did not say, yet a slight comparison reveals, the Huai King is precisely the fish elder's one-body-two-aspects, and the fish elder is the resurrected white ape.

【59】 The fish elder is extremely mysterious, died and revived, able to traverse yin and yang, just as the Huai King, one-body-two-aspects with the fish elder, is also extremely wondrous.

【60】 He occasionally wonders, whether beyond the Blood River Realm and Heaven-Earth Realm, there is yet an unknown "Third Realm"? People in the Heaven-Earth Realm cultivate faster than those in the Blood River Realm, people in the Third Realm cultivate faster than those in the Heaven-Earth Realm, just so, he came to the Heaven-Earth Realm, the Third Realm's Huai King also came to the Heaven-Earth Realm, one feels fast, one feels slow —

The Blood River Realm was created by the Great Ancestor of the Heaven and Earth Realm, but was the Heaven and Earth Realm itself opened by someone from the Third Realm?

"I don't know how Meng Yao is doing————"

Cutting off aimless thoughts, Lao Ying Tian gazed out the window at the wind and snow, letting out a faint sigh.

It's been half a year already.

Can I make it to the other shore myself?

The long wind howled, cold air carrying snow dust swirling down from the mountain peak, blanketing the lakeshore in blue, the colored stones shifting in sequence, while the river dolphins quietly surfaced within.

Elixirs, ice marrow.

The two arrived almost one after another.

Liang Qu wasn't overly anxious; what was meant to come would come, though he was slightly surprised by Fu Shuò's speed—the minor root sea elixir and the great creation medicine sent by Wang had already been dispatched over a month ago, while the lower-grade great creation medicine from Nanjiang had only just arrived in late January, its refinement speed far surpassing last time.

Shouldn't we discuss the formula, then hold a meeting to deliberate, and refine it for another one or two months?

He had already prepared himself to receive it only by mid-year.

Let the Round-Head Sect's river dolphins go fetch it.

"Ha, ha~"

Heavy breathing echoed within the quiet chamber.

His gaze straightened.

Facing Liang Qu, Zhang Longxiang gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging, the blue veins on his forehead throbbing before gradually easing, sweat tracing paths like rivulets in a ravine.

After repeatedly slaying flood dragons, the cushion beneath Zhang Longxiang's buttocks had long been soaked through with sweat.

The immense mental strain even fed back into his flesh, causing Zhang Longxiang to bleed froth from his nose and mouth.

Pa-ta.

Pa-ta.

Blood dripped from the tip of his nose, splattering onto the ground.

Liang Qu asked: "How?"

"Again!"

Zhang Longxiang spat words from between his teeth and clenched jaws, wiping away the nosebleed—this only made Liang Qu begin to feel uncertain and insecure, without even waiting for advice, the Third Prince beside him had already exhaled white mist.

Before inhaling the white mist, Liang Qu suddenly had a thought.

Was it because the River Lord's Favor inherently possessed a discerning mind, merely needing heart-fire as a foundation, or because the River Lord's Favor's talent allowed him to perceive the heart-eye upon the heart-fire foundation?

Originally I thought it was the latter, but now————

Won't he just split the sky in half and achieve nothing?

"Ah!!!"

"Again!"

"Still nothing, again!"

"Brother, where's Father?"

Zhang Yin bounced out of the room, one hand letting Mother comb her hair, the other asking Zhang Xing.

"Gone into seclusion with the Huai King—wasn't that why we came here in the first place?"

"Come to think of it, isn't the Huai Long Palace the Bai Yuan King's domain? Why haven't we seen it these past two days?"

"The Bai Yuan King isn't in the Long Gong; he's in Bei Shui, at another demon king's place—seems to be called Hai Fangzhu."

"Wow, not home during the New Year, visiting another demon king's place?"

Zhang Xing chuckled: "The Bai Yuan King goes wherever he wants—don't worry about it, kid."

"I————"

Zhang Yin couldn't help but tilt her head to reason, then was pulled back by Mother, facing the bronze mirror and asking: "How long does Father need to study?"

"I don't know—the further one cultivates, the easier it becomes to enter long seclusion; even the ten days of the holiday might not be enough."

"Then can't he just stay there forever?" Zhang Yin exclaimed delightedly.

"Don't move!" Sun Shi patted her head once.

Zhang Yin obediently stayed still.

Zhang Xing chuckled, unable to guess his sister's thoughts—he was over thirty and still found it novel, let alone a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl: "Probably so, but we still have to visit relatives."

"I won't go—you go, Father's alone here, he can't be left without company, can he?"

"What relatives? We're not going this year, nothing's happening anyway." Said the Lady Sun, braiding her hair at the back, opening her mouth.

"Great!" Zhang Yin flicked her ponytail, confirmed it was secure, and immediately sprinted out, vanishing in a blink.

"What are you sitting there for? Watch your sister, don't let her run around causing trouble."

"Got it, Mother—I'm on my way."

Pain.

Excruciating pain.

A poisonous snake crawled again and again over his scalp, hissing and flicking its tongue.

Zhang Longxiang repeatedly endured the agony of his vision splitting in two, yet still could not grasp the technique.

How many times? Dozens? Scores?

Vision rising?

How does it rise?

Zhang Longxiang's eyes strained and sore, heart-fire blazing fiercely, as if burning within his eyeballs.

Withered.

Scorched.

Blood kept flowing from his mouth and nose.

The intense pain surged again, he was chopped over and over, his spirit stretched to the limit, his stubborn consciousness burning out like an incense stick, Zhang Longxiang could no longer tell whether he was in reality or dreaming, and he had no way to remind Liang Qu to continue, so he could only hope Liang Qu wouldn't give up halfway.

In the quiet chamber.

Zhang Longxiang gradually lost consciousness, becoming dazed, completely passively inhaling the white mist.

Liang Qu was somewhat uncertain, but he remembered that he himself had gained insight into the mind's eye while dazed from being split, so there should be no problem————right?

The white mist drifted again.

Wait!

Liang Qu suddenly realized a problem.

At that time, he was both slaying the flood dragon and being slain simultaneously, overlapping and causing mental confusion, which gave rise to the third-person perspective of detachment, seemingly not purely from being slain.

Hiss.

Mistaken.

Just before falling asleep, Liang Qu shouted: "Third Prince, hurry, come out later, rewrite a dream! Reverse it!"

"Reverse it?"

"Not me splitting, let him split himself, two dreams, stacked together."

"Understood!"

The Third Prince flicked his tail, clasped the cup with both paws, tilted his head and gulped a large mouthful of water; previously he would grow weak after vomiting seven or eight times in a day, but now he is vastly different, seventy or eighty times pose no problem, though judging by the current situation, he faintly also feels somewhat overwhelmed.

"The male dragon must be fierce, must be fierce! Cannot say weak, gurgle gurgle, hoo————"

Great River Great River.

Zhang Longxiang covered his eyes, heart-fire burning, growing increasingly sore and swollen, from being able to think to losing most consciousness, only a strong obsession remained.

Third-person perspective, third-person perspective, third-person perspective————

Why isn't there?

Suddenly.

Zhang Longxiang felt he was holding something in his hand, lowered his head, it was a blade? Immediately after, he had a dream completely different from before, a perspective of him swinging the blade to slash himself violently intruded.

Like lightning splitting into the rivers, steaming up water mist, his spirit became increasingly elusive.

I am splitting myself?

"Crackle!"

Like firewood burning and exploding, he felt his eyeballs as if scorched by heart-fire until a crack split open, thereafter liquid continuously dripped and flowed away through the crack.

At this moment, a thread of icy coolness flashed again at the forehead, as if spider silk spread and stretched.

The spear blade cleanly cut through.

The pain suddenly disappeared, the numbness in the eyes also disappeared.

Light.

Very light.

Like being awakened after fatigued sleep.

Dazed, muddled, hazy, heavy-headed————

Like a feather.

Floating in the air, drifting on the water surface.

Icy coolness flashed once again.

The skull split evenly, blood threads clung, the left and right fields of vision shifted apart.

Left rising, right falling.

Two fields of vision, two angles, simultaneously existing, instantly overlapping.

Zhang Longxiang was both slashing and being slashed, as if the two had always been one body, yet gazing to the end, these two fields of vision belonged to him not at all.

Ice-cold appeared continuously, perception grew increasingly clear, the cold "tendrils" spread from the nerves, extending forward, touching the pupils.

The heart-fire burned faintly, suddenly leaping upward without warning.

In the quiet chamber, incense smoke curled.

Liang Qu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Then.

The forehead itched.

Because Zhang Longxiang tightly closed his eyes, the room originally would have had no gaze fall upon him, yet in the "Eye Recognition Method," a thread of gaze suddenly leapt out.

Liang Qu stared at Zhang Longxiang, fixedly gazing at his five features.

Eyes tightly closed!