Chapter 819: Chapter 491: Purple-clothed Sword Spirit, Nurturing Jiao in the Mind Abyss (Part 2)
It was like a veil falling into the water, then quickly dissolving like candy.
But once in the water, Zhao Rong realized something was very wrong.
He seemed to have transformed into a substance that was part liquid, part gas, dissolved in the water, light as a feather, with no fixed shape. The color was…
The unforgettable color he had seen that day in one drop of Gui’s Heart Lake water.
Xuanqing Glaze Color.
At this moment, Zhao Rong was like a droplet of red ink falling into the water, just a different color.
And his color was so dazzling.
Suddenly, like an epiphany, Zhao Rong sensed that in the abyss below, deep beyond measure, a pair of forest blood eyes the size of wells were secretly watching him.
Like a starving tiger hidden in the jungle, secretly spying on a deer drinking by the water’s edge.
Simmering with a desire to pounce…
Yet soon, Zhao Rong realized they could do nothing to him.
The eighty-one evil flood dragons lurking in the abyss seemed to be restricted by some force, their range of motion limited. They could only wander and howl at the sunless, pitch-black abyssal floor, ever unable to approach the clear lake surface above.
They raised their heads from time to time in the dark abyss, wanting to rise, but were pushed back down by the strange ripples from above.
So they could only occasionally stretch claws in frustration, trying to grasp the things above.
But these efforts were all in vain.
Just one of these evil flood dragons appearing in the Heart Lake of any other talented cultivation seed would be enough to make them tremble with fear, severing half of their path to enlightenment.
Yet at this moment, in this strange pool abyss of the Heart Lake, the eighty-one evil flood dragons seemed to be suppressed. A distinct boundary lay between them and the clear lake water above.
This boundary was about thirty zhang below the surface of Ping Lake.
It seemed to be the limit of where the sunlight could reach through the lake.
A boundary between light and dark, turbid and clear.
The evil flood dragons could not cross it.
This should be one of the reasons Zhao Rong had earlier noticed this lake’s peculiar nature:
The lake bottom full of fierce evil flood dragons, but the surface was as calm as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.
Just then, before Zhao Rong could breathe a sigh of relief and continue observing with curiosity.
Something seemed to fall into the water surface above him once more.
In an instant, the lake water boiled!
Like a pot of oil and water brought to a boil.
The eighty-one evil flood dragons in the abyss churned fiercely, assaulting that faintly drawn boundary line!
Raising heads, waving claws, lashing tails…
This white thing that had just fallen into the lake seemed to possess an irresistible allure to them.
Zhao Rong witnessed the greedy and terrifying faces below.
Before long, the white object sank into the lake, passed through that boundary of light and dark, and fell into the abyss…
Zhao Rong heard the hissing grow even louder.
The evil flood dragons in the abyss swarmed madly downward to seize the white object that had entered the chasm.
Like wolves starved for three days fighting over a bite of the freshest flesh.
The only choice was to fight.
Deep in the abyss, darkness loomed.
Only the occasional glimpse of some evil flood dragon’s body surfaced near the boundary line during their thrashes.
Then… from within the darkness rose faint traces of fresh blood.
Blurry, shattered pieces of flesh floated up occasionally.
Accompanied by horrifying roars that shook the heart…
Zhao Rong was momentarily stunned.
Hmm, according to the usual storyline, shouldn’t these evil flood dragons be ganging up to attack him? Why are they fighting each other, and what exactly was that white object… why does it feel like a somewhat familiar aura…
Just then, the hissing below gradually subsided.
Suddenly, from the battered, bloody wounds on the dragons and the fragmented flesh floating in the water… something seemed to be germinating…
A strange ripple rose slowly from the darkness of the abyss below, approaching near the water surface, and before Zhao Rong could react, it touched his melted state.
Zhao Rong’s dissolved soul form began to coalesce.
Under the influence of this strange force from the abyss.
A pure Xuanqing glaze-colored dragon carp appeared near the lake surface.
At first, Zhao Rong felt like his throat was being choked, but then it was as if a hand suddenly released, presenting him with an oxygen mask, allowing him to breathe comfortably!
Extremely comfortable.
And then he realized that he had become a dragon carp, or rather, he possessed the dragon carp’s vision.
Curiously, Zhao Rong gazed down into the abyss.
He saw the evil flood dragons returning near the boundary line, laden with blood, their forest-like blood eyes casting sinister glances upward after fighting over something…
The look in their eyes as they gazed at the pure Xuanqing glaze-colored dragon carp above became suddenly fervent.
Apart from these changes, what Zhao Rong did not notice was that the clear pool abyss of the lake, after this small disturbance, seemed…
Slightly more turbid, slightly more dark gray.
Though the change was exceedingly small.
The boundary line separating the light and dark, the pure and the turbid, still remained distinct.
While Zhao Rong was in a daze, lost in the feeling of this peculiar body.
“Hey, still spacing out? How many times have I told you, don’t try to indulge in understanding all the sceneries in this Heart Lake, heh, lest you immerse yourself in it and never come back…”
Someone suddenly scolded him near his ear.
Zhao Rong snapped awake.
In his vision, he felt as if his soul was being dragged out from the pure Xuanqing glaze color.
Zhao Rong fell backwards, plummeting into the abyss below where the evil flood dragons lurked.
In a posture of a helpless person falling off a cliff.
Opening his mouth, yet silent…
The wasteland below Sacrificial Moon Mountain.
Inside a spacious tent, all was pitch-black.
A pair of eyes suddenly lit up from the seated dark figure before an extinguished candle.
Zhao Rong awoke with a jolt, one hand pressing his chest, the other supporting him on the ground, breathing heavily.
Before long, the suffocating sense of falling into the deep abyss faintly receded.
“Damn it, was I almost eaten by those beasts…”
Even a young Confucian scholar who always adhered to principles of grace and elegance couldn’t help but curse.
Primarily because the recent ‘dream’ was too realistic, even though he kept reminding himself it was merely a dream, and that within his conscious Heart Lake, he was the boss.
Yet subconsciously, he had still become immersed…
Zhao Rong caught his breath, looking around the silent tent in the darkness.
And he, his body was already drenched in cold sweat.
PS: Finally restored it… Losing the manuscript is too painful.
Hmph, I feel the ones still following the Sword Mistress mostly believe in my LSP… ahem, my old readers, those without patience or trust have already left long ago.
What, new readers? How could this flop of a book possibly have newcomers, ahem… Brothers, good night! Xiao Rong is going to start reviewing for exams…