Chapter 188: The White Ghost

Ange looked at the sky, then at the ground, a little hesitant.

Exploring the Celestial Kingdom wasn't his interest; one couldn't farm there anyway. It was Lord Nai Ge Li Si who wanted to go, saying there was a high chance of a deity being reborn or returning inside, and to prevent the Church of Light from being reorganized, the enemy had to be eliminated.

But Lord Nai Ge Li Si wasn't here. Having grown accustomed to Lord Nai Ge Li Si's directions, without its guidance, Ange would rather go back and farm.

Not only was Lord Nai Ge Li Si absent, the little angel, the little zombie, Titan, Lightning — none of them were here. Only those heavily armored swordsmen, shield-bearers, zombies, and Patty were still in the Palace of Rest. Should he go back and pretend to be human first?

From Ange's hesitation, Shamara guessed his thoughts and said urgently, "I don't know if the breach is accidental or random. What if it's accidental? The next time we get a chance like this, we don't know how long we'll have to wait."

While hesitating, Ange sensed Lord Nai Ge Li Si projecting over. The moment it arrived, it cursed at Shamara, "Are you crazy? The wind's picking up and you're running around? The Resting Wind will blow you to death."

"The barrier is broken."

"Huh? Then hurry back and call for people."

"No time. The barrier is recovering; we don't know when it'll open again."

"Kuabada, how do you know? Are your eyes made of titanium alloy? Up, up, up — let's go up and check the situation."

With the air pockets formed by the bubble stones, Bai Hou could fly very safely. As long as it wasn't a direct blast, the Resting Wind not only wasn't harmful but would repair the body.

Soon they flew to the middle section, and everyone felt a sense of weightlessness — Bai Hou was no exception.

They'd already encountered this once in the morning. The prepared Bai Hou merely tilted its body slightly, waited for the weightlessness to fade, then immediately leveled out. Only now heaven and earth had flipped: the Resting Abyss became up, the Holy Celestial Kingdom became down. To approach the Celestial Kingdom, one had to fly "down."

At this moment, the Resting Abyss's gravity vanished, and what acted on them became the Holy Celestial Kingdom's gravity.

Apart from the change in gravity, nothing around them changed. The Resting Wind still blew nonstop — whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Bai Hou maintained its speed, spiraling downward.

"Phew, truly amazing. By the way, you said if we pulled a house to the midpoint of gravity and kept it balanced, would it hover there… forget it, shouldn't be discussing this kind of problem with you guys. I'll write a letter to the Stellar Republic later to find someone to discuss it with." Halfway through speaking, Lord Nai Ge Li Si realized it had picked the wrong discussion partners — Ange's face was blank, Shamara's face was blank…

Hurriedly changing the subject: "These bubble stones are truly amazing. I wonder which plane they're a product of. The Prime Material Plane absolutely wouldn't form such extreme matter — using wind to suppress wind, what a marvelous phenomenon. If there were many of these stones, each person equipped with one, propped up on a stick, they could travel in the Resting Wind."

"What if it breaks?" Shamara asked.

"That is indeed a problem. Ordinary people can't quickly dig a pit to avoid the wind, but how could it break? It's a stone, not a bubble. A little wind won't shatter it." Lord Nai Ge Li Si laughed.

Not long after the words were spoken, a 'crack' of breaking came from Bai Hou's mouth. The air pocket flickered a few times and vanished completely. The fierce Resting Wind blew onto everyone. Bai Hou bore the brunt and let out a pained howl, spitting out a few fragments of bubble stone.

"Your cursed mouth, we're done for…" Lord Nai Ge Li Si glanced at the Celestial Kingdom, still several kilometers away, and was extremely anxious.

Ange and Shamara could endure this distance, but Bai Hou couldn't. The wind in the air was so fierce, its body was large, it caught more wind, and its weak spots like wings, head, and tail would stiffen quickly.

Especially the head. Without the bubble stone, its head became the wind-breaking forward cone and would soon be blown apart. Once the head was ruined, even resurrection would be impossible.

Ange rushed up, ran along the long neck all the way to Bai Hou's head, pulled out a flowerpot, and thrust it onto its head.

The suddenly pulled-out sapling was a bit dazed. After a while it reacted, waving its leaves: "Harder — huff — harder — huff huff —"

Centered on the sapling, the fierce Resting Wind parted and went around, avoiding Bai Hou's head.

Bai Hou breathed a sigh of relief, no longer spiraling in circles, but directly turning around and diving vertically. Like a falling object from high altitude, it smashed down, swiftly crossing those few kilometers, then at an altitude less than three hundred meters from the dome, it flapped its wings to decelerate.

The damage from the Resting Wind had already shown. Bai Hou's wing-flapping wasn't as agile as before; it almost couldn't brake in time and nearly crashed into the dome.

"Quick, quick, Shamara, find the breach, where is it?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si shouted loudly. But when Ange looked back, Shamara was holding her head, summoning black holy flames to resist the Resting Wind — she had no spare attention to find the breach.

Ange, however, found it quickly, pointing: "There."

Lord Nai Ge Li Si couldn't see it, but in Ange's eyes, that section of the dome wasn't as strong as the rest, though it was slowly strengthening. Shamara was right — the damaged spot on the Radiant Dome was repairing. If they'd arrived a little later, the breach might have fully healed.

Bai Hou flew anxiously toward the spot Ange indicated, soon hovering at the breach's location, desperately flapping its wings.

A dragon's thin membranous wings were the first to give out in the Resting Wind. Stiffened spots had already appeared on the wing membrane, and with Bai Hou's movements, they 'hissed' and tore open.

But at this moment, Bai Hou couldn't feel pain. It just saw the wing membrane break, and in fright, its eyes went wide as it shrieked, like a eunuch seeing a cut on his own finger.

Ange leaped down toward the breach. Actually, it couldn't be called a breach — it was just weaker than the rest after being damaged. It should be called a weak point in the barrier.

Ange landed solidly on it, but failed to smash through the barrier. With a whoosh, flames burst from his head, and the Hand of Locke struck down with full force.

Boom! The barrier let out a tremendous sound, not budging at all.

Hearing the commotion, Lord Nai Ge Li Si realized they were in trouble. Compared to an individual, the barrier's strength was too high — it was simply impossible for human power to break, like a steel city wall dozens of meters thick.

Only a planar force like the Resting Wind could possibly break it.

"Stop hitting. Hurry and put Bai Hou away, then find somewhere to shelter from the wind," Lord Nai Ge Li Si shouted.

But looking around, the Radiant Dome enveloped the entire Celestial Kingdom. The Celestial Kingdom was like a city inside the dome. Without breaking the dome, where could one shelter from the wind?

Ange ignored Lord Nai Ge Li Si's words. The Hand of Locke rose, clasped with another Locke's phantom — Transform!

Transformed into Hard-Bone Locke, Ange punched the weak point of the barrier. But this was only the beginning. In the next seven seconds, Ange threw a full sixty-seven punches, forcibly smashing a large hole through the barrier.

The long-suffering Bai Hou plunged headfirst into the hole, and a large amount of Resting Wind surged in along with it.

Bai Hou was in free fall. Its body had already stiffened; it could no longer flap its wings. If it crashed to the ground, even if it didn't die, it would suffer total comminuted fractures all over its body.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si had already prepared to resurrect it, hoping its brain wouldn't be smashed.

Shamara, who had been standing on its back the whole time, spread her wings, pressed both hands on Bai Hou, and the rapidly falling silver dragon instantly became like a feather, drifting gently downward.

Finally, they landed on a vast plaza — the Plaza of the Gods.

The plaza was silent, not a single sound, only the howling wind brought in by the hole in the air — wooooo~~~ — like wailing ghosts.

Ange rushed to Bai Hou's side at once, applying bright holy light onto its body.

Just wind-stiffening, not a difficult injury to treat — but Bai Hou was too large, so it would take some time.

While Ange kept applying holy light onto Bai Hou, a white ghost suddenly appeared from somewhere, drifting, drifting, until it floated to Ange's side, reaching out two small hands toward the holy light, looking as if it wanted to warm itself by a fire.

A ghost? White? Warming itself by a fire? A string of question marks appeared in Ange's and Lord Nai Ge Li Si's souls. Ange deliberately moved his hands aside, and the white ghost hurriedly drifted after them, its small hands always staying close to the holy light.