Chapter 202: Daoist arts
Everything went black before the old Daoist Liang Chen's eyes. A flash of icy fear was immediately replaced by a strange calm.
It was not as though he had never died in the Otherworldly Dream before. He had grown somewhat accustomed to the sensation of his consciousness being stripped away.
He did not panic, but simply waited quietly for the endless darkness before him to dissipate on its own.
From past experience, it would take only a moment. Once the dizzying sensation of death receded, he would open his eyes and find himself lying in bed again, whole and unharmed, as though everything had been nothing but a nightmare.
He began to reckon things over: since he had already died beneath that bastard Qi Danshan's blade, his two junior brothers, Liang Ji and Liang Gu, surely could not have escaped either. Most likely, they too had become souls slain by that villain's blade.
He truly was not afraid of death. He would wake up again anyway.
But if all three of them perished here, no one would remain to preside over the False Dragon Grand Formation on the clifftop, now at its critical stage, and all their efforts would come to nothing.
He feared that the Dragon-Creation Plan, prepared for so long and bearing the Directorate of Astronomy's last hopes, would die before coming to fruition, ending in failure just like that.
Within the present Directorate of Astronomy, apart from his senior brother Liang Quan, the Director, who was currently lying on the Otherworldly Dream's jade bed, Liang Chen held the highest seniority and possessed the strongest cultivation.
Moreover, he was already nearly seventy this year. Even if they truly succeeded in creating the False Dragon and placing a new sovereign on the throne, at his