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Chapter 64 Echo
The earth was burning, and the floodwaters were raging.
It was as if the suffering experienced by the ancient land was being repeated once again.
The two sayings came to Zhong Ming's mind: "A raging fire burns the forest to make roasted food," and "Seeing all living beings flourish, the world is covered in white snow."
No, it's more like the whole world is clear under one stream.
The harsh, desolate winter was replaced by an even more intense and violent flood, and the ancient calamity descended upon the earth once again.
Is there still a Hong Rong in the world?
'Alas! Heaven's will is in our own hands; are heroes of all races born with special privileges?' Zhong Ming murmured these words to himself.
This is just a storyteller's script. There is no Hong Rong in this world. The strongest person in the world made this happen by force, sacrificing all the living beings along the two rivers through the negotiation of all the powerful forces.
They rode dragons and phoenixes, and were wary of each other.
They indulged in evil and oppressed the weak.
"Alas! Heaven's mandate has been ordained by Heaven; are the heroes of all races born with special privileges?"
Heaven and earth seemed to be responding to him, a rumbling sound echoing in the clouds. The clouds, which were just a blanket of white, instantly turned into dark clouds, and thunder rumbled, threatening to kill the two executioners.
The two giant dragons raised their heads, their arrogant roars echoing across the heavens and earth.
It was as if it were saying, "Come on, I bring the power of countless living beings to fight you."
Zhong Ming laughed, but it was a very sad laugh.
A gust of wind lifted his body, sending him soaring high into the heavens. The earth receded further and further away from him, and the previously devastating battlefield became a black dot, barely visible.
Thunder roared down, lightning like a waterfall, and two giant dragons charged forward to meet the calamity. Their bodies shone with spiritual energy, and the light of their souls condensed in their eyes, making them piercing and spirited.
This was a fierce battle, with thunderbolts shooting out from beneath Zhong Ming's feet and bombarding the enemy from all angles.
The two dragons stood firm, with the floodwaters and endless sea of fire beneath them continuously channeling spiritual energy into their battered bodies. Countless times they faced the threat of being completely annihilated, but the earth's support averted the crisis.
Even heavenly tribulations have their limits. The power gathered by heaven and earth here reached its limit, the dark clouds collapsed with a roar, and the sky became clear and cloudless.
Two thunderous roars from the dragons heralded their victory.
Zhong Ming understood; they were saying, "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."
The two dragon roars resounded through the heavens and spread far and wide. Those creatures who had just escaped the disaster had no time to catch their breath before they were instantly shattered into clouds of blood mist by the dragon roars.
With a single opening of its mouth, countless dropes of blood mist were swallowed. They shook their heads and tails, then gracefully departed, flying to the highest point to chat happily with the strongest beings in the world.
"Alas! Heaven's will is in our own hands; are heroes of all races born with special privileges?" Zhong Ming murmured again.
The words echoed in the air for a long time; he could only hear the echo.
Just as these words were about to dissipate like a lost ghost, Zhong Ming heard the final echo, the last faint cry, and he suddenly realized something.
Where is the echo?
This is Heaven and Earth asking me a question.
"Our people still have heroes with the courage to make heaven and earth sink into the sea!" he roared, using all the strength he had in his life.
The echo resounded once more between heaven and earth, a resounding echo, as if all races under heaven were responding to that weak call.
Zhong Ming kept repeating this phrase until his voice was hoarse. The rumbling echoes in the heavens and earth no longer weakened, but instead grew stronger. The creatures returning home cried out in sorrow, joining this symphony of heaven and earth. The heroic spirit that had been dormant in people's hearts was awakened again, their bloodlust ignited, and they drew their swords once more against the stronger.
The weak chimes began to fall, and blurry colors flowed past his eyes. He fell faster and harder than before, crashing to the ground and sinking into the earth. Any shouts and cries faded into the distance.
He awoke, and the purple jade slip slipped from his hand.
This was a dream; all the information about the two dragons moving through the water had entered his mind.
This dream even extended the events recorded in the jade slip.
Zhong Ming shook his head, feeling refreshed and invigorated, without a trace of fatigue, and slept soundly.
Without his awareness, he spontaneously activated the mental technique: Ancestor of Man's Conquest of Heaven.
He stepped out of his "dormitory," stretched, and realized it was a rather unpleasant dream.
As dawn broke, it was difficult to make a precise judgment. The various streaks of light from the cultivators flying around and the lights of the floating city that shone all night illuminated the sky in a fiery red. One could only rely on the sparse starlight and the faintly bluish edges of the mountains to make a sense of the sky.
His stomach rumbled, and he strode forward, circling the military camp. Behind the barracks, he spotted a beautiful figure.
Or perhaps she let him discover it on her own initiative.
"What are you doing here?" Instructor Xueyan's question startled Zhong Ming so much that he jumped up.
A sentence suddenly came out right where I had just walked.
"Uh, reporting to the instructor!" Zhong Ming had learned his lesson; he didn't want to receive the wheelchair experience voucher. "I've finished reading the jade slip; I'm coming out to check out the surroundings."
Xueyan, the beautiful woman, leaned against the barracks wall, glanced sideways, and said, "Remember in the future, report to your superiors for everything you do. I'll let it go this time, since you're not capable of finding me."
"Yes, sir."
She was a little curious, slowly drawing circles on the ground with her toes, and finally couldn't help but ask, "I can't open your music record. Your master must be someone important."
"I don't know, he never told me."
Normally, the aura of elders left on genealogies should not be difficult to open. In less secure places, a glance at the writing on it is enough to let it pass. In secure places, no force would allow a senior cultivator to stand guard at the door and check genealogies instead of cultivating. They are all junior cultivators at the Qi Refining stage.
If Xueyan, at the peak of Qi Refining, still cannot open the gate, then it can only mean that she is truly not qualified, and the other party is at least a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.
Xueyan had already handed over the genealogy to her superior, but she still couldn't help asking, "Did your master say anything before you left?"
"No, Master said... does it count if I listen to more storytelling?"
Xueyan was somewhat confused after hearing this, as it seemed to have nothing to do with cultivation. But she quickly realized that the other party was indeed a great cultivator.
Who doesn't first instruct their disciple to cultivate their mind? Isn't that an absolute trust in the disciple's talent and cultivation?
"By the way, instructor, I have something to report. I have a mining mole on my back, which is... a monster pet? It's been sleeping on my back the whole time, and I don't know when it will wake up. I can't get it off. Do you think this will affect the rules?" Zhong Ming asked cautiously.
"It's alright. Many cultivators fight by controlling spirit pets. As long as it doesn't affect other people, it's fine."
Xueyan was a woman of great experience. What she feared now was not that the mining mole had broken the rules, but that it might be some kind of super monster left behind by a great cultivator to protect his disciple—a heaven-defying backup plan.
This made her even more curious about Zhong Ming.