Zheng woke up. After experiencing time, space, and an even more inconceivable distortion, he finally woke up.
He found that he was lying on the ground, and could smell the sea breeze. He reckoned that he was either on an island or by the sea.
Then he found that he couldn't move at all. Apart from his eyelids, he couldn't even open his mouth. In his body, time, space, matter, and energy were all in a mess. Fortunately, it was him. If it was someone else, they would have disappeared in the space-time turbulence that he had passed through. But even he couldn't move at all when he arrived here in that indescribable space-time turbulence.
However, this wasn't absolute. Zheng's strength had already reached a certain limit. His strength was no longer limited to a certain law, or a certain level. Even if the space-time turbulence that could distort a world or even several worlds was in his body, he only needed time to recover. Although he estimated that it would take around three to four years, or even longer? But in short, this wasn't a permanent injury.
But where was this? What did Xuan's clone do to him? What was that terrifying space-time turbulence that could drown a plane?
Zheng had too many questions, but he was also angry. He had unknowingly fallen into Xuan's trap. Even if it was Xuan's clone, he was still Xuan. He had already been very, very careful, but a moment of carelessness still landed him in this state. He didn't know if he could return to God's Realm in time. He wasn't afraid of being obliterated, but he was afraid of delaying Liu Yu, Lin Juntian, and the others.
Just like this, Zheng laid on the ground for several days. He had basically confirmed that he was on an island. At his level of strength, he didn't need to eat or drink. Moreover, his body was also indestructible. Actually, this was still somewhat belittling him. With his current body and strength, the legendary King Kong wasn't even fit to carry his shoes. Probably only the legendary Buddha could compare to him. So he laid here without any harm. It was just that he couldn't move his entire body, which was irritating.
At the same time, Zheng also discovered that this world was somewhat unusual. For example, he saw a Flower Fairy. Yes, it was the kind of fairy from the anime a long time ago, or similar to the fairy in the legends. It was the size of a palm, had dragonfly wings, and had the appearance and body of a human. Not far from where he was lying, a light purple wildflower bloomed. Zheng just happened to see this flower from the corner of his eye. And this Flower Fairy, this fairy, this fairy, was hiding behind the flower, timidly sizing up Zheng.
Zheng really wanted to reveal a smile to this Flower Fairy. Unfortunately, at this moment, he couldn't move anywhere except for his eyeballs and eyelids. It was just that when he landed here, he couldn't move his entire body. Zheng was gratified to have such a little cutie accompanying him. But thinking about it, he hated clone Xuan even more. The next time they met, he decided to directly slap Xuan without saying anything. It was fine as long as he didn't kill him.
Just like this, day after day, Zheng laid here for at least half a month. Suddenly, one night, he heard the cries of wolves. What surprised him was that there were wolves on this island? One had to know that he heard the whistle of this island. The whistle of a ship meant that this world's civilization had at least reached the level of the beginning of the twentieth century. There were actually wolves on this island?
After that, he saw several silver-white giant wolves that were emitting a faint light running past. These giant wolves seemed to have seen him and immediately surrounded him. The leading giant wolf looked like it was about the size of a small pony. Its whole body was covered in silver satin fur. At a glance, one could tell that it was not an ordinary wolf.
However, Zheng wasn't afraid at all. Even if he couldn't move, these wolves wouldn't harm him in the slightest. It was just that … he noticed that the path the giant wolf took happened to be where the flower bloomed. If the giant wolf stomped on it, the flower fairy would probably …
Zheng looked at the wolf, and the wolf saw Zheng's gaze. In an instant, the wolf's entire body trembled. This was an instinctive fear, just like a human standing next to a large heavy machine, or standing in a missile depot. Even if they knew that they couldn't be harmed, they would still feel fear. Moreover, the fear the wolf felt now was much more profound, a fear that went deep into its soul.
The wolf didn't even dare to howl, and fiercely retreated with its tail between its legs. The place it had stepped on was only a step away from the flower. However, it didn't step on the flower in the end. The other wolves were frightened by Zheng, and ran away who knew how far away.
Zheng let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the flower from the corner of his eyes. His eyes were filled with gentleness, and indeed, he saw the fairy hiding behind the flower.
The next day, when Zheng opened his eyes, something suddenly flashed by the corner of his eyes. When he looked carefully, he saw the fairy running toward the flower in a panic. She seemed to have left the flower just now, and approached him?
In this situation where he couldn't move his body, and could only move his eyelids and eyeballs, Zheng felt unprecedented loneliness. Of course, this didn't affect his state of mind, after all, he had overcome his inner demons for a long time. Just like seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a river as water, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, seeing a river as not a river, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, seeing a river as not a river, and seeing a mountain as not a mountain, seeing a river as not a river, and seeing a mountain as still a mountain, and seeing a river as still a river. He had even surpassed this state. To him, experiencing loneliness, laughter, and the joys and sorrows of life, all these wouldn't affect his state of mind and heart, but he could clearly feel it all.
At this moment, Zheng was feeling loneliness, and the Flower Fairy's existence made him feel warmth.
Just like this, day by day, the Flower Fairy got closer and closer to him, and in the end, she wasn't afraid of him anymore. Sometimes, she would even run up to his face, sit on his nose, and look into his eyes, and say some words he couldn't understand.
Then, the Flower Fairy seemed to see that he couldn't move, and couldn't speak. One morning, Zheng felt something on his lips. He saw what seemed to be a small petal on his lips, and the Flower Fairy was trying hard to put another petal on his lips.
Was this a medicinal ingredient?
Although Zheng wanted to laugh, especially when he saw the Flower Fairy trying hard to carry the petal, he clearly felt that for some reason, when the petal covered his mouth, the space-time turbulence around his mouth seemed to lessen a little, and the price was that the petal rapidly withered.
Spring passed, and autumn came. Several months had passed since Zheng laid on the ground. As the petals withered, the Flower Fairy's body was faintly discernible. Every day, the Flower Fairy would smile tiredly, sitting on the tip of Zheng's nose and singing. It was a very strange, very pleasant song, with only a melody. It seemed to be the song of fairies, and Zheng could only hear it through the Light of the Soul, but it was very pleasant to the ears.
Just like this, the end of autumn came. The leaves of the flower withered, and the Flower Fairy disappeared.
The Arbino Empire, the most powerful empire in the history of the alchemy world, unified the world 180 years ago. Moreover, the empire showed no signs of collapse, and was developing at an even faster speed. This was the second empire to unify the world after the Lance Arhat Empire from a thousand years ago. However, the Thousand Year War with the Yao was about to begin, and the passage between the red and blue planets would open in ten years. Whether this second empire could survive the Thousand Year Curse was something that no one could be sure of. Therefore, before the Thousand Year War began, the alchemists of the world began to prepare, preparing for the war, preparing their trump cards, and preparing their escape routes.
As one of the five most powerful Sage Alchemists in the world, Marceau was heading from the heart of the empire to his private alchemy room. He planned to condense the Philosopher's Stone there. This was something that he had spent the majority of his wealth and accumulated over three hundred years to refine. It required the souls of ten million people, as well as various precious items. As long as he could refine it, his chances of surviving the Thousand Year War would increase by at least fifty percent. Therefore, he had to succeed.
However, when he was buying supplies on a small island on the way, he heard a rumor on this island. It was said that there was a monk on this island. He was a professional four thousand years ago. Four thousand years ago, during the Millennium War four thousand years ago, this profession was eliminated. So far, only some ordinary people with faith were left. There were no more monks with professional abilities.
It was said that this monk was undergoing penance, and had been lying on the ground for half a year without eating, drinking, or speaking. Even when people scolded him, beat him, threw stones at him, and even disgusting people threw stolen goods at him, there was no response. Moreover, he was still alive, and this was regarded as a legend by the people on the island.
Marceau's attention was immediately attracted. He suspected that this was a monk with professions, and not an ordinary person. If this was the case, then he didn't mind having a good specimen, a specimen of an extinct profession. This was good stuff.
Therefore, after turning everyone on this island into soul storage, he came to the place lying on the ground, or more accurately, where Zheng was. Zheng opened his eyes and looked at his feet.
"Don't take half a step forward. This is an annual plant. I know, but she might appear again."
Marceau naturally didn't understand Zheng's words. He didn't even know what it meant for Zheng to be able to open his mouth. After all, he was a sage that stood at the highest position in this world. Even if he slaughtered everyone on this island, or even more people, as long as he didn't offend other sages, or the interests of the royal family or nobles, everyone would defend him and cheer for him. As for this monk in front of him …
As he was thinking, Marceau took a step forward, and then …
Zheng watched as the plant that had completely withered turned into ashes and fell to the ground. He took a deep breath, and a gale swept through the entire island. Then, he roared loudly. With him as the center, ripples spread out in all directions. The island turned into dust in a few seconds, and the entire sea was swept up, setting off the most terrifying gale in the history of this world. The waves reached several hundred meters high, and the atmosphere was torn apart. The continental shelf began to break, and the land began to tilt.
As Zheng roared, he felt the surrounding time and space begin to distort crazily. When he finished his roar, time and space were completely distorted, and he once again entered the turbulent flow of time. But this time, the turbulent flow of time and space didn't invade his body. Instead, it brought him deeper into the distorted space.
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