abnabooks Chapter 2352 Vitality in the Desolation
Chapter 2352 Vitality in the Desolation
Chapter 2352 Vitality in the Desolation
Inside the Panlong Secret Realm, He Lingchuan had been staring at the puddle in a daze for a long time, with Aunt Zhu and Dong Rui by his side, all three of them with sixteen eyes fixed on the water.
But there was nothing in the puddle.
The chaotic figure never appeared.
He Lingchuan then said to the two of them, "Wait here, I'll be right back."
After saying that, he jumped into the puddle with a splash.
To the other two, the puddle seemed shallow, no more than an arm's length deep. But He Lingchuan jumped in and vanished instantly.
"This godforsaken place is really weird."
More than 15 minutes later, He Lingchuan jumped out of the puddle and wiped the water off his face.
Dong Rui looked at the pool again; it was as crystal clear as ever. He wondered where he had been swimming just now.
"What did you find?"
“There’s nothing there.” He wandered aimlessly in the red ocean, but couldn’t find any trace of chaos.
That big guy who used to wander around aimlessly—He Lingchuan had "encountered" it nine times out of ten times he entered the Panlong World—now he had disappeared without a trace.
If it doesn't appear and doesn't give He Lingchuan any hints, how can he build a deeper bond with the Great Pot?
—Speaking of which, it's about time.
For the past ten years or so, his relationship with Dafanghu has been more like that of casual collaborators than a deep bond like that between Zhong Shengguang and Dafanghu.
“There’s a big guy hiding down there. I wanted to communicate with him, but he wouldn’t show himself.” He Lingchuan casually squeezed the water out of his hair, and wisps of white steam rose from his body. He was using his true energy to dry his clothes. “I think he probably wanted to tell me that what we’re doing shouldn’t be done by him.”
Chaos never speaks, nor does he ever communicate with him verbally or through thought. He always observes Chaos's actions and tries to understand his intentions. Fortunately, having dealt with Chaos for so long, he can usually guess about 40-50% of the time correctly.
The companions exchanged bewildered glances. What huge creature? There are living things in this Panlong Secret Realm?!
Aunt Zhu pressed further, "Then who should we look for?"
Dong Rui was puzzled: "Wait, you can still look for someone here?"
He Lingchuan, however, fell into deep thought.
Panlong Secret Realm is the boundary between the real and the unreal. He Lingchuan has never seen any other living creatures here. When he was fighting against the Three Water True Man and the situation was extremely critical, General Hong could only send him a suit of armor and could not fight in person.
Therefore, this is a rather special plane. Through the dialogue between Zhaomandu and Zhong Shengguang, it can be deduced that this place is likely the manifestation of Zhong Shengguang's power and beliefs, connected to reality on one end and the Great Square Pot on the other.
Once the Panlong Secret Realm collapses, the bridge between reality and the Great Square Pot will also break.
Therefore, He Lingchuan's top priority right now is to reinforce the constantly collapsing Panlong Secret Realm, or...
After a brief moment of reflection, he returned to the main point:
To repair the Panlong Secret Realm, you must first take control of it.
Chaos in the Red Sea has made it clear that this matter has nothing to do with it, so where should He Lingchuan start?
Aunt Zhu's question just now was particularly good; it hit the nail on the head immediately:
Who should we contact?
The transfer of power must take place between two entities. One is He Lingchuan, and the other is...?
The goal, of course, is singular: to become the very creator of this Panlong Secret Realm.
Zhong Shengguang.
He Lingchuan stood up and strode back: "Come with me!"
Dong Rui quickly followed, asking, "Where are we going?"
"Let's go to Lord Zhong's grave."
When Zhong Shengguang committed suicide after the city fell, the enemy greatly admired him and built him a grand tomb. He Lingchuan went back, took out two candles, lit them, placed them in front of the tombstone, and then lit an incense stick.
Looking at the wine cup that He Chunhua and he had left in front of the tomb, he picked it up again, took out a bottle of fine wine from his pocket, filled it, and placed it in front of the tombstone.
Then he drew his Life-Saving Sword, placed it horizontally in front of the tombstone, and said softly:
"Lord Zhong, this is the precious sword you gave me years ago. I repaired it after it broke, making it far superior to what it was before! Today, the Panlong Secret Realm is just like that sword back then, worn out, unusable, and on the verge of collapse. If you hand it over to me, I will surely be able to revive the essence of the secret realm's fire, making it even stronger than before!"
Dong Rui and Aunt Zhu behind him exchanged a glance. He Lingchuan was praying towards Zhong Shengguang's grave; did this mean Zhong Shengguang's wishes still existed?
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind seemed to blow from the direction of the woods, causing the sand and dust on the ground to swirl around.
The three waited for a while, but no further strange phenomena occurred.
Zhong Shengguang's grave was quiet, as always.
Did they receive no feedback because He Lingchuan's deduction was wrong, or because they were too late and Zhong Shengguang's will had already dissipated?
He Lingchuan stood in front of the tomb for a long time, lost in thought.
His companions had become accustomed to not disturbing him while he was thinking. Only the winds of the Chipa Plateau blew in gusts, dry, scorching, and sharp, scraping against one's face like knives.
This is the strong wind that the people of Panlongcheng are most familiar with, unlike the gentle and tender wind of later generations.
A strong wind blew through the heavy south gate, drawing mournful notes through its many holes, a sound like gods howling and ghosts wailing.
He Lingchuan subconsciously turned his head and looked towards the south gate.
Sandstorms raged, turning the landscape a hazy yellow – this was a common sight in Panlong City when the wind blew.
However! The south gate in the distance stood out unusually in the three people's field of vision, and was even surrounded by a halo of light from the sandstorm.
It's as if this high wall is all that's left in the world.
Dong Rui then remarked, "Why did the wind suddenly pick up? Does it usually get very windy here?"
Aunt Zhu sighed and muttered, "It's really not easy to get any hints from this desolate place."
"Wait!" He Lingchuan suddenly turned to the old woman and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said, I want to start from this..."
He Lingchuan interrupted, "A desolate wasteland?"
"Correct."
"The secret realm is indeed desolate, but we seemed to have just witnessed life, a life that has not yet withered!" He Lingchuan suddenly stood up, unleashed his supernatural powers, and headed towards the south gate, not forgetting to add a word of praise, "Auntie's suggestion was excellent!"
This is the second time she's been praised today, and Aunt Zhu is delighted: "You're welcome."
Dong Rui asked Aunt Zhu, "What did you give me a hint about?"
Is there still life in this place? How come he has no recollection of it at all?
Aunt Zhu held her head high and strolled toward the south gate:
"Go and see for yourself, then you'll know. You should use your brain more often."
How did it know! Can anyone else keep up with He's train of thought?
However, this was the fifth time He Lingchuan had changed locations since entering the secret realm.
Upon entering the south gate, the first thing they saw was the huge fragments of a stone sculpture in the square, and the second thing they saw was He Lingchuan's crouching figure.
He squatted in front of the dragon's head in the black dragon stone sculpture.
Even though it's shattered into pieces, the black dragon stone sculpture still occupies a considerable area. Its broken and imposing presence makes one feel that it's a real dragon that has fallen, rather than just a giant statue.
(End of this chapter)