The moonlight fell on her back, her long black hair, and her plain white skirt. She walked neither fast nor slow, her steps were light, and her skirt swayed gently with her movements, drawing a soft arc in the moonlight.
She didn't look back.
Just walking like that, step by step, towards the direction of the girls' dormitory.
The gravel road was not wide, with low shrubs planted on both sides. The moonlight filtered through the sparse leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground. Her figure passed through the light and shadow, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, sometimes completely covered by the moonlight, sometimes lightly blocked by the shadow of the trees.
She just walked like that.
Like an ordinary girl.
A girl walking in the moonlight.
A young girl who had just done something good and felt a little proud.
But... fortunately Gu Yue didn't look back.
Because...
Zhong Shenxiu had already turned around and headed back to his dormitory!
What a joke!
Isn't the most important thing the first phase of enabling Dragon Fighting Plane!
In the dormitory, Zhao Tiezhu and Wang Hao have fallen asleep.
The moonlight shines in through the window, spreading a silvery white spot on the ground. The figures on the two beds are huddled in the quilt, breathing steadily and long. Zhao Tiezhu occasionally turns over, mutters a few vague words in his sleep, and falls asleep again. Wang Hao sleeps deeper, huddled up, with only half of his head exposed.
The dormitory is very quiet.
It was so quiet that you could hear the night wind blowing through the leaves outside the window, the slight snoring coming from an unknown dormitory in the distance, and the ticking of the hands on the wall clock.
The door opened.
A figure flashed in.
The figure was very light, so light that it almost made no sound.
His footsteps fell on the concrete floor, making no sound. He walked past the window, and the moonlight fell on his angular profile, reflecting his light golden eyes. He was holding the metal box that was half a man tall. The box was heavy, but he held it very steadily, taking every step smoothly and calmly.
He walked to his bed.
It was a bed by the window. The bed was not big, and the quilts were neatly folded. He gently placed the metal box on the ground beside the bed, so gently that there was almost no sound when the bottom of the box touched the ground.
Then he straightened up.
He glanced at Zhao Tiezhu and Wang Hao on the bed opposite.
The two of them slept deeply.
He looked away.
He took off his shoes and placed them gently on the edge of the bed. Then he sat on the bed, crossed his legs, and placed his hands naturally on his knees.
He closed his eyes.
Breathing gradually becomes longer and even.
But this is not sleep.
This is - entering concentration.
The mind sinks into the body, into the space hidden deep in the soul.
Everything around me gradually fades away.
The moonlight outside the window, the snoring in the dormitory, the ticking of the clock on the wall - all sounds and all perceptions are disappearing little by little.
Instead, there was boundless darkness.
In the darkness, a little light shines.
The light was very weak, like the farthest star in the night sky, or like a little fluorescence in the deepest part of the deep sea. But it did exist, right there, waiting for him quietly.
Zhong Shenxiu's mind moved closer to that light.
Getting closer.
Getting closer.
Then--
He opened his eyes.
In front of you is an endless starry sky.
There is no floor, no ceiling, no walls. Just the boundless deep darkness and countless stars twinkling in the darkness.
Those stars are densely packed, covering the entire field of vision. Some of them are bright, some are dim, some shine alone, and some are gathered together. They rotate slowly, forming a vast Milky Way, flowing slowly in the boundless darkness.
The light of the Milky Way is a soft silvery white color, falling on the body with a slight coolness.
Zhong Shenxiu stood there.
He stood in the void with no support under his feet, but he stood steadily as if there was invisible ground beneath his feet.
His eyes swept around.
The four God King Dragon statues and Twelve Star Dragons statues are still standing there silently.
But Zhong Shenxiu didn't look at them.
His gaze fell on the center.
There, there is a ruined altar.
The altar is not big, only a few feet in diameter. It is suspended in the starry sky, rotating quietly.
The surface of the altar is covered with dense lines, which are crisscrossed and formed some kind of complex and mysterious pattern. But most of the lines are dim and dead, and only a few of them still have a faint light.
In the center of the altar, there is a fist-sized crystal suspended.
The crystal emits a faint light.
The light was very faint and weak, like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any time.
But around the crystal, there are some smaller light particles floating slowly.
There are more light particles than before.
Zhong Shenxiu remembers it very clearly.
When I first came here, there were only a few light particles around the altar, floating sparsely, like the faintest stars in the night sky. But now, the number of light particles has increased significantly. They gathered around the crystal, slowly rotating, like a miniature Milky Way.
That is the result of these days of practice.
Every time Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art operates, every time it absorbs the energy of heaven and earth, a trace of energy will be drawn here.
Those energies gathered into these light particles, nourishing this ruined altar bit by bit.
But it's not enough.
Far from enough.
Zhong Shenxiu looked away.
He looked down at his hands.
In his hands, he held the metal box that was half a man tall.
Soul Guidance Energy Conversion Storage Device.
Level five Soul Tool can store energy equivalent to all Soul Power of one Five-Ring Soul King.
Zhong Shenxiu hugged it and walked towards the altar.
His footsteps fell into the void, and each step was on the invisible ground. He walked under the huge statues, walked past the Twelve Star Dragons standing around, and approached the central altar step by step.
The statues looked down at him silently.
Their eyes had no light, and their bodies had no warmth. But they just stood there, quietly looking down at the young man walking towards the altar.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't look at them.
He walked to the edge of the altar and stopped.
The altar is right in front of you.
Its surface is mottled, with cracks and defects everywhere. Most of the criss-crossing lines are dim, like a dry river bed. Only a small area close to the crystal still has a few lines that glow faintly.
Those lights are very faint.
But they are breathing.
One light and one dark, one light and one dark, like some kind of sleeping life, breathing slowly.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his hand and placed the metal box on the edge of the altar.
The moment the box touched the altar, those dim lines seemed to tremble slightly.
Just for a moment.
Then calm down.