Chapter 447
Wu Zhenyi was in charge of planting and monitoring the Obsidian Base in Fulong Town. She knew a lot about the inside story of <Flash Dance>, and she should have been watching the live broadcast at this time.
But as fate would have it, September 21st, six years ago, was the very day his comrade-in-arms sacrificed his life.
Today is the anniversary of their death. They were all children who loved to laugh, so naturally she wanted to visit them on a brighter, more sunny day.
The mountain path was rugged, and climbing it step by step felt like a baptism.
Wu Zhenyi's memories are turning back. Her grandfather was an inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of making Nuo Mask. She once thought that after graduating from university, she might go back to that ancient town and pass on this craft.
Looking back, I've stumbled and fallen along the way. My memories are filled with grotesque, bloody, and painful images. The joyful, radiant, and precious moments are untouchable. Once opened, they feel like burning embers in my chest, overflowing my lungs and bringing tears to my eyes.
The Nuo Mask that my grandfather gave me when I was young has lost its color and shape in the hazy memories caused by post-war trauma.
Upon careful recollection, my most recent memory of Nuo Mask is from my grandfather's funeral.
When she reached the end of the mountain path, all that remained of the incense in her hand was a handful of ash. She took out a Marlboro from the tin box, dipped it in the ash, lit it, and put it in her mouth. Standing in Great Sage Temple, she inhaled deeply, her eyes misty.
The woman stood at the end of the steps, looking back at the rugged mountain path, and murmured to herself as if chatting with an old friend:
"I'm almost 30, and like you bunch of idiots, I'm still not married."
"Grandpa will scold me if he finds out."
Wu Zhenyi took a movie ticket out of her pocket, placed it on the steps, and quietly watched it be blown away by the wind before saying:
"Did you know? That battle was made into a movie, using your likenesses. I went to see the movie, and just like you guessed, a lot of people in the theater cried."
"I didn't cry, I was just thinking, it's only been 6 years, and I've almost forgotten what you all look like. Time is truly terrifying."
The words were shattered in the wind, unheard by anyone.
But if mountain spirits exist, perhaps these words can be conveyed as well.
Wu Zhenyi rambled on for a long time, only stopping when she finished her Marlboro cigarette. She remained silent for a long time before descending the steps to return to her office and watch the live broadcast of the Donghuang Competition Zone.
Before long, a familiar scent filled my nasal cavity.
The sensations, like charred down or burning sulfur, transmit aversion in neurons, triggering a sudden warning in the brain.
"Disaster."
Wu Zhenyi deftly unbuttoned her tightly cleaved collar, calmly turned around, stepped over the stairs, and while folding up her cuffs, pressed the alert button on her phone. With a calm, icy demeanor, she approached the Great Sage Temple.
Deep within the temple, the colorful, ancient, and silent Great Sage of the Monkey King, enshrined before the incense altar, is slowly cracking. The Sun Hou's expression becomes increasingly lifelike, and the carved pupils shatter, replaced by... ferocious beastly eyes that burn like flames, revealing their fury.
The next moment, endless baby hairs burst from the shell, fresh flesh swelled, and jet-black hairs bristled violently.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven has come back to life!!!
The iron cauldron filled with incense sticks in front of it was overturned with a crash, and the small stone monkeys on either side fell to the ground, along with the two stone tablets engraved with "Tongtian Great Sage" and "Great Sage Equal to Heaven," which were shattered together.
The jet-black Sun Hou swelled up, just like the immortals in legends who could Dharma Heaven Elephant Earth. He tore apart his Purple Gold Crown Tied with Hair, Golden Chain Mail Armor, and Lotus Root Silk Cloud-Treading Boots, as if he had shed his restraining shell. He roared and howled, wantonly breaking through the eaves.
Countless flying incense sticks, pebbles, wood, and thick smoke swirled and rolled in the fierce wind. The flames overflowing from the Fiery Eyes Golden Gaze gathered and melted the ruins of the temple, forming a mottled yet enormous Sea Calming Needle.
Frustrated, Wu Zhenyi tossed the cigarette case aside, took out her pocket watch, gazed at the scene, and whispered:
Has the power of the Three Pure Ones overflowed the defenses again?
The Three Pure Ones, this terrifying entity rooted in the Great Xia Nation, possesses all sorts of incredible and incomprehensible supernatural powers. Among them, the power to transform the fake into the real is what caused them the most suffering.
The Countermeasures Bureau speculates that the reason why the Disaster God can descend in a cultural form they are familiar with is most likely because it is disguised through the power of the [Three Pure Ones].
The Three Pure Ones themselves are able to steal people's hearts and the essence of civilization with local culture, cultivate their supernatural powers from the void, and create their Dependents.
During the last riot in the forbidden zone, the Three Pure Ones almost revived half of the Heavenly Court. If it weren't for the 18 Magical Girl fighting to the death and using their "Sange" magic before their deaths to push their Destined Magic to its limit, thus preventing this large-scale transformation from falsehood to reality and knocking the forbidden zone back to its original position, the billions of people in the Great Xia might not have survived.
"We can't let it escape."
"Otherwise, the Three Pure Ones will revitalize even more mythological existences."
The pocket watch was opened, and the dust -Lantern Gem of the lantern floated in the air.
Wu Zhenyi crushed it in her grasp, then conjured a crimson flame in her hand, causing it to swell with the wind and form a longbow in her hand.
Unstable magical energy can at most construct a portion of the Magic Armor.
This longbow, which once pierced the clouds and tore apart the Heavenly Court palace, was the last spell she could use.
Even if it's damaged, it can still be used.
Wu Zhenyi breathed softly, staring directly into those fierce, Fiery Eyes Golden Gaze. Her reddish-brown pupils burned intensely, and she ignored the agonizing pain of her body's chaotic magical energy. She forcefully controlled this power, which was slipping away like quicksand, and whispered, word by word:
"You are not the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."
The Great Sage, shrouded in darkness, lowered his eyes to look at this ant. The Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand, like a giant pillar that had been pushed over, violently broke through the heat barrier. With pure power and speed, it unleashed a shockwave that shattered eardrums. The tip of the staff was aimed directly at this fool who had drawn his bowstring and was neither dodging nor giving way.
At the same time, just like the Three Pure Ones, the other forbidden zones of the Disaster God are also gradually recovering as the seal weakens and they become more and more free. They are all using their own methods to tear apart this fragile peace.
The pure white high wall appears increasingly illusory, like a slowly disappearing mirage, overlooking the world's movements, unable to utter a word.
Meanwhile, on the border of the Donghuang Federation, lies an island isolated deep within a glacier, almost completely cut off from the world.
The entire area is composed of black lava, but the outer shell is covered by ice. The coastline is steep, and there are many more glaciers on the east side. There are no permanent residents, only a solitary Whaling Station and an automatic weather station.
Coastline
The Witch squatted by the rocks, counting Hermit Crab. She tilted her head and looked at the penguins that had gathered around her, seemingly counting with her, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Xiao Qing, the penguins here are cuter than those over in Sadada!"
The Pure White Witch sat to one side, dressed in a heavy winter coat. Her face, surrounded by white down, appeared even smaller and more adorable. Her golden eyes were unfocused, but after hearing this, she slowly regained her composure and said earnestly:
"We're not waiting for penguins, we're waiting for whales, or even sharks."
"In short, we need a fish to carry us to the Crimson Extreme Realm."
Although they spent their last remaining money to sign up for the Scientific Expedition Team, they followed their route to reach the place on the world map closest to the Crimson Extreme Realm.
But the rest of the journey still needs to be taken slowly.
For Qing Bao, who has given concerts to a host of marine animals, exchanging her singing for a ticket is the smartest solution!
Volume 1: 423. Will the light guide the way? Will the Great Sage Equal to Heaven come? (4K6)
The howling wind made even the sun's radiance seem cold.
The reefs and black lava on the beach together create a dark-toned mudflat, while the floating ice in the distance drifts slowly, displaying a clear blue color. A group of Hermit Crab, mutated by the disaster and migrated from the warm water zone, no longer afraid of the cold, darts under the ice, occasionally blowing bubbles.
The Witch patted the little penguin's head beside her, turned her head to look at it, and said with a grumble:
"Xiao Qing, do you think you're hailing a taxi on the street? That a whale will swim right over for you to sit on?"
Even Pure White Succubus cannot easily seduce small animals to work as laborers without being seen!
The Witch picked up the little penguin and proposed with a matter of course:
"We definitely need to use music to lure all the animals over before slowly choosing a mount."
Chu Yuanqing's delicate and lovely face was full of confusion. After a while, a look of realization flashed across her golden eyes. She nodded her chin slowly, with most of her pink lips hidden in her collar. She looked rather dim-witted and rather cute.
The Witch put down the little penguin, leaned closer, and worriedly poked Qing Bao's soft cheek with her fingertip, then touched her forehead.
Since the restricted area was activated yesterday and the Disaster God rioted, Xiao Qing's mental state has started to deteriorate again.
Although the other party did not say it, the illusion of health created by the final burst of energy was clearly beginning to fade as the blessing passed.
That miracle of experiencing the same sensations as normal people has been gradually diminishing.
Chu Yuanqing became dazed simply because she was trying to preserve her last bit of energy and spirit in her own way, accumulating strength for what she would face later.
The Witch patted Chu Yuanqing's head, her eyes crinkling with a gentle smile, and softly reminded him:
"Sweetie, get out your guitar, let's sing together."
Chu Yuanqing didn't express her dissatisfaction at being treated like a child. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, placed the instrument case on her lap, and began rummaging through her spatial storage.
It took me two minutes to finally find the guitar leaning against the bar in a pink food cart covered with pictures of Pure White.
The Witch carefully examined the guitar in Qing Bao's arms. She blinked, pointed intently to the extra string, and said:
"Xiao Qing, you've got the wrong one! This bass was a gift from that hot girl in Kanagawa!"
Chu Yuanqing looked her over carefully. Her dazed expression cleared up a bit, and she pursed her lips with a slight blush. She immediately stuffed the bass back into the dining car and found the guitar in the other cubicle.
Then, without waiting for the Witch to say anything more, he strummed the strings with his fingertips, hummed the melody, and began to sing.
The world is cruel, but music remains beautiful.
The notes plucked from the strings ride on the clouds, then gently glide down onto the glacial land, like soft cotton or summer dew. They dance with penguins gliding on the ice, before slowly sinking into the sea, attracting creatures willing to listen to this tranquility.
As if by unspoken agreement, soon after the notes fell into the sea, sounds rose and fell, overlapping and spreading far and wide, composing a wonderful melody that was melodious and ever-changing. These instigators also submerged one by one, stirring up white waves, and swimming towards the shore.
Five minutes later, familiar yet unfamiliar ocean friends gathered on the shore not far from the Pure White Witch, including a group of Orca families, who were looking at Qing Bao with curiosity.
The youngest Orca even lifted a Hermit Crab out of the water, like balancing a volleyball, making it flip a dozen times in mid-air before splashing it back into the water, trying to attract the attention of people on the shore with its "acrobatics".
The Orca next to it followed suit, diving down and whipping its tail, sending a small seal flying into the air, leaving it helplessly free-falling and creating an even bigger splash.
The scene was extremely interesting.
Chu Yuanqing was like a shepherd on the grassland, able to easily control the movement of the flock, thus summoning these diverse animals, whose ecosystems were so varied that they even depended on each other for survival.
From the perspective of marine animals, whether their consciousness is intelligent, ignorant, or rigid, they all draw warmth, maternal love, and care from the person on the shore, instinctively empathizing with this emotional value that animals cannot easily understand.
This joy that overflows in the soul is something that genetic instincts cannot provide, and it is even more important than being well-fed.
So, the guitarist didn't finish playing the second song.
The Witch hurriedly told Chu Yuanqing to stop playing. Pointing to the gradually crowding sea in the distance, she said earnestly:
"Alright, let's quickly pick a smart, big fish to sit on, otherwise we won't be able to swim out later."
Chu Yuanqing, carrying her guitar case and holding her guitar, walked step by step to the shore. Like Mario in a video game, she thought for a moment, then hopped onto the ice. As the ice floes swayed, she immediately jumped to the next one, until the ice floes in front of her were too small to jump over, and then she fell into deep thought.
At this moment, the Orca swam beside the ice floe, curiously poking out its black and white head, like a human observing a cat, looking at the Pure White Witch on the ice floe, and making a kind call, which was very cute.
Chu Yuanqing squatted down and stroked its big head. With the Witch's reminder, she and the little guy's parents gestured and negotiated to have the Orca take turns carrying her to the Crimson Extreme Realm.
Soon, the intelligent Orca understood the meaning and happily agreed.
Chu Yuanqing used her fingertips to create silvery-white Magic Bubble, enveloping herself inside. She sat inside, manipulating the bubbles to "stick" to the body of an Orca, thus solving the problem of riding Orca with minimal magic power.
The Witch poked the Orca's straight, beautiful dorsal fin with her fingertip and asked curiously:
"It's not soft, it looks soft and fluffy."
Chu Yuanqing floated in the bubbles, maintaining a wondrous balance. Watching the Witch's actions, she couldn't resist gently pressing her fingertips against the Orca's skin through the bubbles, discussing it with her:
"So smooth."
"Besides, this child swims very fast. If he keeps swimming at this speed, he'll arrive in three or four days, not a week."
The Witch found it somewhat romantic; she would spend the last days she spent with Qing Bao on this boundless sea.
Although it can be a bit monotonous, both she, as a ghost, and Chu Yuanqing, as a Magical Girl, have almost no physiological needs as humans, so they don't have to worry about the problem of going to the toilet.
Even if you're craving something sweet, it's okay. Qing Bao's mysterious guitar case is filled with a bunch of snacks that fans have given her and that she hasn't finished eating yet. There are also several packs of sausages in the small freezer in the food cart. Plus, there's the stuff she bought at the supermarket before she left. She won't be short of food at all, so she doesn't have to deprive herself.
In conclusion, this was a very unique and wonderful adventure!
The Witch nodded inwardly. The biggest obstacle ahead was encountering the catastrophic marine creatures, but for Qing Bao, all she had to do was take out her guitar and sing a few songs. It could even be considered an extra reward she had promised to the Orca family.
The girl, thinking of this, patted the Orca's dorsal fin, like a college student riding a rocking horse, happily looking at the exceptionally blue and clear sky amidst the leaping waves, and shouted:
"Set off!"
Upon hearing this, the Orca completely submerged to the surface and swam even faster. The silver bubbles clinging to its body remained as steady as a mountain, despite being washed away by the current. The person inside closed their eyes wearily and began to rest.
In a daze, consciousness sank, and scattered thoughts, like starlight radiating across the heavens and earth, connected with the Miracle High Wall spanning the world, overlooking the entire planet from this mysterious and illusory perspective.
From this vantage point, one can clearly see the cracks in the Pure White High Wall slowly widening, with scattered streaks of light emanating from it every second.
The "blood" of these Savior scattered across the sky; some were absorbed back into the high walls, while others truly fell, like shooting stars, never to return.
Chu Yuanqing lowered his eyes and looked at the world.
The chaotic, turbid, and disordered energy wavelengths, like ripples spreading across a lake, overlap, collide, and expand in concentric circles around the thirteen Disaster God forbidden zones, eventually covering the planet's surface and completing a full cycle.
Global atmospheric concentrations are rising sharply.
At the same time, the meme instinct of disaster swarms to record and replicate everything is using this as a medium to try to understand, copy, and plunder the power of the stars.
During this process, all the Magical Girl were as if they were locked onto by a sophisticated sonar system, and were classified by the swarm as the most worthy targets to hunt, devour, target, and kill.