yournovel Chapter 1700 Sleep
Chapter 1700 Sleep
The drizzling rain flowed down Jian Changsheng's black armor, dripping onto the murky sea and creating ripples.
He slowly stopped in front of the aged Sun Bumian.
"Cube...are you alright?"
Jian Changsheng's face was full of worry.
Sun Bumian gave a wry smile. "Do I look like a good person?"
Looking at the haggard figure in the Tang suit before him, Jian Changsheng felt a surge of sorrow. Since he had known Sun Bumian, the latter had always been a carefree and composed young man, but the Sun Bumian before him had completely become a frail and elderly man.
He opened his mouth, as if wanting to offer some comfort, but didn't know what to say.
"Alright, stop making that sour face." Sun Bumian sat on the ground, waving his hand casually. Although he looked older than his age, his mannerisms were still no different from when he was young.
"My mission is complete... It doesn't matter if the power of reincarnation in this body burns out. Anyway, I can still go to the next world. Maybe I'll be a hero again then!"
"It's Xiaohua..."
At this point, the light in Sun Bumian's eyes dimmed again.
The next world...
Jian Changsheng also fell silent for a moment.
Jian Changsheng knew that, like Jiang Xiaohua, he would most likely never see them again in the new world, but after hesitating for a moment, he said nothing.
This was an agreement between him and Bai Qi. Since it was made, it shouldn't be changed. Telling Sun Bumian now would only upset everyone and wouldn't serve any purpose... Besides, Bai Qi had helped him, and he, Jian Changsheng, couldn't bring himself to do something like colluding with Sun Bumian, Chen Ling, and others to kick him while he was down.
"The origin of the plum blossom is so mysterious, perhaps it might come back," Jian Changsheng could only comfort him in this way.
"……Ugh."
Sun Bumian shook his head. He knew what restarting the world meant. No matter how powerful Jiang Xiaohua's background was, she couldn't transcend different worlds...
“You brat…it’s been so long, you’ve really grown some skills.” Sun Bumian looked at Jian Changsheng, who was wearing tattered armor, with a complicated expression. “You can even pick up the Ancient Treasure of Military Strategy and use it to kill people…I’ve lived for so many years, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen anything like it.”
“The one who lifted it was not me.” Jian Changsheng glanced back at the ruins of the ancient military guild behind him. “It was the demigods of the military guilds throughout the ages.”
"In any case, thanks to you, our mission is accomplished."
Sun Bumian looked at Jian Changsheng's palm.
In Jian Changsheng's left palm, a gem-like substance shimmering with a purple glow was emanating a rich aura of the Dao of the Witch God... It was the final piece of the puzzle for restarting the world, something that the Twilight Society had obtained by gambling everything.
Sun Bumian let out a long sigh, slowly lying flat on the sea surface. His dry, gray hair was gently ruffled by the waves. He spoke softly:
"You can deliver this to Hongxin yourself."
Aren't you coming with me?
“I can’t walk anymore…” Sun Bumian shook his head, “And… I don’t want Hongxin to see me like this.”
Jian Changsheng fell silent.
Jian Changsheng understood what Sun Bumian was thinking. Chen Ling was now the Red King of the Twilight Society, and he carried too many responsibilities on his shoulders. If he were to see the terrible price the Twilight Society had paid to suppress Ji Zai, even though he knew they would meet again in the next world, he would feel extremely guilty.
Since that's the case, it's better if we don't meet... As long as Chen Ling knows that they have successfully brought back the fragments of the Witchcraft Path for him, that's enough.
"then you……"
"I'm tired." Sun Bumian slowly closed his eyes. "Plum Blossom has already passed away... I should go to sleep too."
Jian Changsheng opened his mouth, looking at the withered figure on the water's surface, and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"it is good……"
"You're only asleep temporarily. You are Sun Bumian... When the time is right, you will definitely wake up."
Sun Bumian smiled helplessly:
"maybe."
"I'm leaving."
"By the way, could you please pass on a message to Redheart for me?"
Jian Changsheng turned to look at him, "...What?"
"Don't forget my gold," Sun Bumian said quietly. "The debts owed by the previous Red King, he, as the current Red King, must repay, right?"
Jian Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then a helpless smile appeared on his face.
"Okay, I see."
Jian Changsheng took one last deep look at Sun Bumian, then turned and walked towards the direction of the Spirit Void Realm.
As Jian Changsheng's figure disappeared into the distance, on the desolate and cold frozen sea, Sun Bumian quietly looked at the dark clouds above his head... After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to feel a little sleepy and gently crushed the poison between his teeth.
The last glimmer of life vanished on the frozen sea, and the figure in the Tang suit slowly sank into the water, disappearing without a trace.
……
"Avert disaster..."
"Disappeared?"
On the ruins of Lingxu Ancient Temple, Lingxu Jun, who had just sat down to recover from his injuries, suddenly seemed to sense something and looked to the north in surprise.
He pondered for a long time, but couldn't think of anyone in this era who could kill Ji Zai...
Ji Zai's combat power is among the best in all the world-destroying events, but now, apart from him, there shouldn't be any other demigods among humans. Could it be that Chen Ling didn't come to find him and went to fight Ji Zai to the death?
Lingxu Jun found himself somewhat unable to understand the current situation. Although the world's top-tier combat power was dwindling, the unexpected events it brought him were increasing...
"time is limited."
Lingxujun looked up at the void again, as if a crimson meteor was rapidly approaching.
……
Outside the Spirit Void Realm.
A bleak, cold wind swept across the dark earth, causing the hem of the red-and-black theatrical robe to flutter wildly.
After an unknown amount of time, the figure's little finger twitched slightly, and a pair of bewildered and weary eyes slowly opened...
here it is……
where?
Chen Ling lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky above, where leaden-gray clouds drifted by, motionless like a statue.
After a brief silence, fragmented memories began to return to his mind.
His pupils suddenly contracted!
He, who had been standing like a statue, suddenly sat up from the ground, and when he looked down at his own body, his eyes showed unprecedented horror!
"He's unconscious?!"
"I actually... passed out?!"
"At this time?!"
Chen Ling felt like his head was about to explode. Then, one terrifying question after another flooded his mind!
How long was he unconscious?
To what extent has Lingxu Jun recovered?
How is the situation at the Twilight Society? Have they successfully resolved the taboo?
How did he get here?!
Chen Ling was filled with remorse at this moment. He wished he could slap himself twice. He knew that this was a critical moment that would determine the fate of humanity. The critically injured and dying Lingxu Jun was right in front of him, and the members of the Twilight Society were still fighting desperately to kill Ji Zai...
And he actually fell asleep here?!