Life Is Like Dew

A fierce gale swept across the sky, stirring up dust and haze, while the rampaging flying zombie ignited endless panic.

A flying zombie emerged, piercing the heavens and earth!

With a single glance, the figure that shot up into the sky struck Mo Chuan as if by lightning, his blood nearly freezing solid!

This so-called flying zombie was, in reality, no different from a human.

Clad in a blue robe and cloak, resembling an elegant scholar, he appeared to be in his prime. However, the malevolent aura coiled around him, almost solidified, struck fear into the hearts of all who beheld it.

Rolling demonic winds swirled around him, dimming the sun and moon.

Mo Chuan had encountered zombies in Changlan City, and even the Great Five-Armored Demon with its three hundred years of cultivation.

Yet, the might of the Great Five-Armored Demon paled in comparison to this thousand-year flying zombie, like a firefly against the bright moon, or a trickle against the vast ocean.

There was no comparison to be made!

He couldn't even muster the will to resist, feeling like a mouse facing a cat, a primal fear and subservience rising from the depths of his soul.

This feeling of submission filled him with shame and anger.

But soon, that anger turned to terror.

"Kunlun..."

A low murmur, suddenly emanating from the figure suspended in the air, echoed through the valley, striking a deep, hidden secret within Mo Chuan's heart.

"Master, hurry and leave! This humble Taoist has a way to escape, let me test the mettle of this thousand-year-old demon!"

Mo Chuan, who had been fleeing at full speed, stopped abruptly after issuing a warning.

He turned and looked up at the figure suspended in the air.

"Fellow Daoist—" Wei Lai also stopped instinctively.

"Hurry and go, don't dawdle!" Mo Chuan shouted angrily.

"Be careful, fellow Daoist! We'll meet again in Jiang City!"

Wei Lai gritted his teeth, his Primordial Qi erupting, transforming into a stream of light as he madly fled the village.

Mo Chuan watched Wei Lai's receding back, took a deep breath, and cupped his hands towards the flying zombie hovering in the air.

"Ming Chen, a rogue cultivator from the wilderness, greets senior!"

The thousand-year flying zombie seemed drawn by Mo Chuan's greeting.

Without even glancing at the departing Wei Lai, he descended lightly, as if walking on heavenly stairs.

As he drew closer, he scrutinized Mo Chuan, then shook his head gently after a long while, sighing, "What a pity, to be nurtured by blood and qi, yet without true divine abilities, merely a mortal with mortal eyes!"

The Earth-born Fetus, also known as the Kunlun Fetus.

It takes ten thousand years to develop sentience and understand divine abilities.

It is a gift from the mountain gods.

However, the Kunlun Fetus Mo Chuan inhabited was ultimately nurtured by Lu Fengbei, the Great Five-Armored Demon, using the fetal breath and blood qi of countless people.

It was inherently flawed, lacking not only divine abilities but even the profound mysteries of the Earth-born Fetus.

It could be said to be a mortal with mortal eyes without exaggeration.

Mo Chuan knew the origins of his current state. Seeing that the thousand-year flying zombie had seen through it in a single remark, he was shocked, but also felt a flicker of curiosity.

Suppressing his fear, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior has sharp eyes! May I ask how my situation can be resolved?"

The thousand-year flying zombie looked at Mo Chuan with a half-smile, assuming Mo Chuan was trying to buy time for his companion, and then chuckled lightly.

"It's neither difficult nor simple. Find an earth vein, rebury yourself, and reconnect with the earth's vital energy. After a few thousand years, divine abilities will naturally arise!"

Mo Chuan forced a smile, "A thousand years is a long time. This mortal body might be able to endure it, but my soul would likely scatter long before. May I ask if there are any other methods, senior?"

The thousand-year flying zombie said, "Then find a place of great ill omen and bury yourself for one or two Jiazi cycles. You will surely become a flying zombie, and perhaps even gain some of the power of a drought demon!"

Mo Chuan was stunned!

"A thousand years is too long, and a hundred years brings too many dreams. I have another method, one that can grant eternal life in an instant!"

A smile appeared on the thousand-year flying zombie's face.

"What method is that?"

"Return all this blood and qi to me, and we shall share eternal life."

As the thousand-year flying zombie spoke, he raised his hand resolutely. Mo Chuan trembled, his entire body's blood and qi boiling, surging towards the thousand-year flying zombie through his seven orifices and nine apertures.

[Sacrificial Dao Furnace]

Mo Chuan instinctively wanted to cut off the incense offerings and make his escape the priority.

However, just then, an angry shout echoed.

"Hey, old demon, stop harming lives!"

As the voice arose, a thunderous light that illuminated the nine heavens, swallowing rainbows, descended from the sky, engulfing the thousand-year flying zombie's entire body.

Sparks of electricity splashed, landing on Mo Chuan, making him feel as if his soul was being extinguished.

Mo Chuan forcefully suppressed the urge to flee. The Art of Ascending and Copying surged, and he darted backward like a spiritual fox.

As he looked back, he was shocked to find Wei Lai had… returned.

"Why did you come back? Are you out of your mind?"

Mo Chuan looked at him like he was an idiot. Damn it, I was already preparing to pack up and run, why did you come back?

"I knew it, Daoist friend's plan to escape was just a temporary measure! Everything started because of me, how could I abandon you and leave alone?!"

Wei Lai smiled at Mo Chuan. His face was still extremely pale, but it held a hint of resolute determination, as if facing certain death.

Mo Chuan's expression remained that of an idiot.

"Are you acting in a play? Is there going to be a deus ex machina?"

"Deus ex machina?"

Wei Lai felt a strange sensation. Just as he was about to ask, the rolling thunder exploded, and a pitch-black figure shot out from within, crashing towards Wei Lai.

The speed was so fast it was impossible to track.

By the time Mo Chuan's vision caught up, only afterimages remained of the ten-zhang distance, and Wei Lai's body was sent flying.

A dim talisman wrapped around him, spinning continuously.

—It was this talisman that blocked the brute force impact of the thousand-year flying zombie.

"Taiyi Dao!"

Upon seeing the talisman, the thousand-year flying zombie's expression shifted slightly, then it grinned sinisterly. "The blood essence nurtured by talisman water will surely be even sweeter!"

As the words fell, its figure, like a startled swan, streaked across the sky, lunging straight ahead.

Wei Lai watched the flying zombie charging like a ferocious beast, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

A myriad of thoughts flooded his mind, ultimately turning into a sigh!

"…A lifetime like dew!"

The thought flashed through his mind as the ferocious beast slammed into his body.

The tattered talisman rose against the fierce wind, only managing a mournful cry before turning into wisps of smoke, scattering into the heavens and earth.

"My life is over!"

Wei Lai sighed inwardly, and at that instant, endless darkness engulfed his vision.

"…Is this death?"

Wei Lai murmured, instinctively preparing to gather his soul and emerge as an Yin spirit through corpse disintegration… Unexpectedly, as he focused his mind, his soul was firmly embedded within his skin bag.

I'm not dead?

How… how is this possible?

As his mind trembled, the endless darkness also vanished in an instant.

The incomparably brave thousand-year flying zombie was gone!

The ancient village had also disappeared.

In its place was an extremely bizarre and exquisite dwelling.

Wei Lai's eyes were filled with bewilderment.

Looking around, crystal beads on the ceiling shone brightly;

Exquisite paintings hung on the snow-white walls, though their content was difficult to discern the origin;

A black-backed square mirror faced him, reflecting his astonished expression;

On the desk, piles of ink brushes, yellow paper, and fragments of talismans;

Beneath the desk, scrolls of Daoist scriptures were casually stacked.

"Click!"

A faint sound of opening and closing drew Wei Lai's attention.

Following the sound, he saw his Daoist friend Ming Chen opening a silver-gray metal cabinet, from which billowing cold air surged out.

He took out two crimson objects resembling bamboo segments and tossed one of them over.

"Here, to calm your nerves!"

As he spoke, he casually opened another, brought it to his lips, and tilted his head, gulping it down with a "gurgle."

"Hoo—Refreshing!"

Daoist friend Ming Chen let out a long, satisfying sigh after draining the contents of the cup, then placed the crimson object on the desk.

"Daoist friend, what is this?"

Wei Lai looked at the object in his hand, which was cool to the touch and felt like dark iron, his mind full of questions.

"Cola, want to try?"

Wei Lai glanced at the cola on the table, placed there by his fellow Daoist Ming Chen, with a touch of surprise.

With a flicker of thought, he mimicked the image he'd glimpsed earlier and pulled open the circular aluminum ring.

"Bang!"

Instantly, the dark brown liquid surged out, bubbling like poison from a forbidden ritual.

Wei Lai looked up at Mo Chuan in astonishment.

Mo Chuan: "..."

[Chapter 2 is very late, please do not wait. Also, the secret of crossing over will not be revealed, so don't worry, just watch me tell the story slowly.]