Chapter 85: A Brand New Perspective

After understanding everything, a flame began to rise in his heart, an urgent desire to change something.

He began searching for like-minded companions—one stick of fire is small, three sticks make a blaze—as long as he never stopped walking, the day would come when a single spark could start a prairie fire.

At this time, by an accidental injury, he wandered to the vicinity of a Snake Valley deep in the mountains. At first, he too assumed this place was like those noble families among the common folk, lying on the backs of all the commoners and sucking their blood.

Until later, when he, as a snake catcher, captured a peculiar snake and met her.

Only then did he realize there existed such a group of unusual sects that did not wallow with the vulgar world, living in seclusion among the wild mountains and great marshes.

Though they possessed power, they had never parasitized the common people. Unfortunately, they also lacked the strength to resist this tyrannical Zhou.

This gave him an idea—perhaps he could unite these people to rebel together against this brutal and unjust Great Zhou.

Perhaps because the young girl had never ventured far from these deep mountains and great marshes, she was drawn to this youth who came from the outside world, during the time she was nursing his wounds.

A young boy and girl, with the tender feelings of youth, gradually grew affectionate during this period.

In the end, she gave her heart to him, won over by his ideals.

She began to follow him, walking together across the lands of Great Zhou, preparing to rebel against Great Zhou.

Until the matter of Hedong… he finally discovered he had been far too naive. Forced to protect the girl, he could only have her hide her true face.

Recalling all this, A Niu's heart grew ever more bitter; he owed her far too much.

Don't look at how the rebel army's forces now grow like a rolling snowball, and how he remains the leader of the entire rebel army.

But in the eyes of those with insight, these are nothing more than fierce oil added to fire—one unstable step and they will fall into the abyss, never to rise again.

Who knows the bitterness in his heart, the worries within?

How many days and nights, when he thought of that Great Zhou—vast as a towering mountain, standing in this world for a thousand years—he felt an indescribable sense of suffocation.

Those massive armies, where every soldier starts at the Third Limit with terrifying power—how could their ragtag band of scattered soldiers possibly resist them?

Not to mention that not everyone among them is working with one heart. Once the ranks grow large, they are not so easy to lead.

Those with divided loyalties, those hedging their bets, those merely riding the tide… all manner of people jumbled together like fish and dragons.

And this is precisely why he had no choice but to have the beauty before him hide her true face. A young woman in her prime is far more conspicuous than an old crone with one foot already in the coffin.

At least few people would expose themselves just to kill an old woman on the verge of death.

Now, at last, the beauty before him has finally let him see hope.

The Fifth Limit!

As long as all their brothers can reach the Fifth Limit, then they will have the confidence to stand against Great Zhou.

The Fifth Limit is already a watershed—this step has reached the limit of the human body.

Once this step is crossed, one begins to step toward the inhuman, and obvious mutations will appear on the body.

As far as he currently knows, the four subsequent stages are nothing more than letting the entire body fully mutate, becoming beasts filled with wisdom!

But they are still flesh and blood after all. Even if they reach the peak of the Ninth Limit, they will still be injured and grow weary.

As long as they can be injured, they have a chance to surround and annihilate them with brothers who have all reached the Fifth Limit, wearing them down to death!

The man's gaze burned bright at this moment, as if he could already see hope right before his eyes. He had never been this close to the chance of overthrowing Great Zhou.

And all of this was brought about by the beauty before him.

Thinking of this, his feelings grew even more mixed—it seemed he owed her a little more.

How should he repay her…

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Time flowed slowly, day and night ceaselessly taking turns.

The scorching summer passed in a blink, and the cool autumn was gone as well.

The coconut trees along the shore, snapped off at the waist, had finally recovered.

The fish, shrimp, and crabs that had littered the beach had long since disappeared—either washed back into the sea by the waves, or eaten by the various birds from the sky.

Time passed so quickly that, before he knew it, half a year had gone by.

Winter had come once again.

On this day, at dusk.

A gentle cold wind blew, stirring up surging waves upon the sea.

Yet at the bottom of the sea, all was peaceful.

Near a pile of rubble whose traces could no longer be made out, a stone covered in seaweeds of various colors suddenly moved.

Instantly, it startled all the surrounding fish into vanishing without a trace.

In the darkness, Baichuan slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of sharp, chilling eyes slowly opened at the bottom of the sea.

Then a massive dragon head rose. He gazed around in some confusion, having forgotten that his current size was no longer what it once was.

This one look-around and movement immediately brought a rumbling sound from beside him.

Amid this great noise at the bottom of the sea, countless piled-up boulders collapsed with a crash.

It stirred up a tremendous commotion. Countless bubbles rose toward the surface in a stream. The disturbance was so great that even at a depth of sixty or seventy meters, it churned up the surface of the sea.

Countless grains of sea sand began to spread, shrouding the area around him in murky obscurity.

And at this moment, though this tremendous commotion had scared away countless timid creatures, it also attracted some of the great fish that could be called kings in this region.

For example, a grouper nearly one meter eighty long—a large fish with an oval body, dark gray all over like the reefs at the bottom of the sea.

It had perhaps arrived here within the past half year. After discovering there were no other large predators here, such as reef sharks and the like,

it relied on its enormous size to forcibly occupy this stretch of sea.

It became the Banzhu of this region, living a happy life each day catching this fish or that shrimp.

Now, as usual, it was patrolling its own territory.

When suddenly it discovered a region where an earth-shaking commotion had occurred.

The predator's instinct drove it to investigate the cause—this was its territory, and it would not tolerate any large foreign predator contesting it.

It would use its massive, rough, hard body and its sharp great jaws to savagely tear apart every intruder.

However, this time it might just have run into a tough nut to crack.

Though he had not yet fully woken, from the very moment he had awakened, Baichuan felt that the world in his eyes had changed.

Colors more vivid and richer than ever before were reflected in his eyes.

If before his vision had been like looking at the world through a layer of frosted glass, then at this moment it was as if the frosted glass had been removed and replaced with a magnifying glass whose focal length could be adjusted at will.

Wherever he looked, it responded to his thoughts and changed, becoming clearer and more defined, like adjusting focus.

So long as he wished, he could see clearly.

Gorgeous, incomparable colors stimulated his eyes, telling him how beautiful this world was.

He felt as though he had stepped into another world—a more beautiful one!

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(End of this chapter)