Two dark nights came together, one riding on the other,
A paralyzed man in the heavy snow was tearing apart the stomach of the sky in the air.
There lay the stomach, the chestnuts and the fire, under the armour.
One of the largest heads that has ascended to the pinnacle of madness
— Excerpt from The Gale, by Gomer.
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The rain drifted down from the gloomy sky. It would look beautiful if it wetted the leaves and the grass, but it would look ugly if it wetted the stray dogs with nowhere to go and the garbage on the ground.
Whether it was artistic or not depended on the viewer's mood at the time, but on the environment.
This planet was very remote and heavily polluted. The protective shield could only provide the basic living conditions, but the circulation system was terrible. As a result, the environment here was terrible as well.
It was rare for the people living here to produce a poet, but one could be an excellent one once in a while. It was the same for artists.
The rainwater was very acidic, eroding the metal roofs. It was no wonder that the red pictures on the walls had faded so much in less than a year, looking as blurry as a stick.
Cold Cicada was knocked away and landed in the rainwater. It realized what had happened after a moment of bewilderment.
Cold Cicada took a look at its work and then at Jing Jiu lying in the rainwater, its eyes full of the same bewilderment. It had been a while since it came to this world, but it couldn't figure out why its mistress had become like this. Now that its master was here, it was ready to leave with him without hesitation. But why was its master behaving like this?
"Chirp, chirp."
The Snow Girl's feeble and fearful voice rang out in the rainwater.
She was covered by a piece of oilcloth she had picked up from somewhere, letting the rainwater hit her, making splashing sounds. If she were to lean on a stick at the moment, she would look like a lonely shadow in the cold river.
Those invisible mosquitoes were flying in all directions as fast as they could, keeping an eye on the approaching enemies.
Hundreds of raindrops split open and dropped to the ground like flower petals.
Cold Cicada jumped onto the military traveling bag and pulled the zipper open slowly, exposing the young girl inside.
Hua Xi's eyes were closed, her face pale. It was unclear if she was dead or asleep.
Looking at the small face, the Snow Girl somehow felt a strong sense of vigilance.
Hua Xi opened her eyes and sat up slowly in the traveling bag. She looked at Jing Jiu lying in the rainwater, then at the Snow Girl covered by the oilcloth, and then at Cold Cicada.
She didn't scream the whole time, her eyes a bit blank.
A very faint sound of friction rang out in the rain.
Cold Cicada rubbed its claws rapidly, not because it was excited, but because it felt a great pressure. These people were either stupid or insane; would they be the ones in charge of the clan in the future?
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It was raining everywhere on the planet, day side and night side.
It was also raining in the shacks in the slums, but there was no rain falling in the sewers. There was only a smelly river that was getting bigger and bigger.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the top of the dark sewer. His face was pale as he felt the intense pain in his head.
His body was fine, but his consciousness was suffering from the incessant attacks of the Inherited Heaven Sword.
A somewhat cold but soft little hand reached over, landed on his head, and began to massage him.
Hua Xi knelt beside him. Her knees were covered in dirty water, but she turned a blind eye to it. She did look a little dazed.
Crouching by the edge of the canal nearby, Cold Cicada looked around cautiously.
The Snow Girl was on the other side of the canal, squatting in the shadow with an oilcloth draped over her body. She looked like an old man smoking a tobacco pipe while squatting at the entrance of a village.
She was short to begin with, and she looked even smaller at the moment. No matter how dirty the oilcloth was or how dirty her snow-white face was, her eyes were still as bright as before, so she still looked adorable.
The Snow Girl looked at Jing Jiu cautiously, as if he were some dark energy that could infect her easily.
Jing Jiu raised his right hand and pointed his middle finger at her.
This was a common gesture used by the two civilizations, and it was quite insulting. Yet, the Snow Girl didn't get angry, because she knew that was not what he meant. She had noticed the ring a while ago. Even though she was experienced and knowledgeable, she was still amazed by the ring's design, craftsmanship, and its power. As a result, she grew more vigilant.
Jing Jiu wanted her to help him deal with this ring.
He was using Shen Yunmai's magic drug to control the discharge of electricity in his brain, which was to reduce the activity of his consciousness. At the same time, he relied on his powerful Spiritual Awareness to control himself so that the young female priest on the Main Planet wouldn't find him and attack him again with the information of the entire human civilization. However, the magic drug would be used up sooner or later, and it was impossible for him to maintain such a strong control over his Spiritual Awareness all the time. As such, he needed someone to help him get rid of the ring. The problem was that the surface of the ring was covered with twelve miniature formations, which were similar to gravitational fields and could block all kinds of forces. The most troublesome part was that the ring was a magic treasure of a high state, so he couldn't remove his finger from the ring at will.
The Snow Girl gurgled twice while looking at him. Her voice was still feeble, even a bit pitiful.
Back when she was weak after childbirth, she was severely wounded by her own daughter and driven out of the snowland. She seemed to be on the verge of death, but she still possessed the power of a dominator of the world. Later, she was locked in the Sword Jail of Aoyama and became a prisoner who couldn't see the sun, but she still looked down on the world. This was the first time that Jing Jiu saw her in such a feeble state, and it was also the first time that he saw her scared.
He felt a bit better by now, and he understood what the Snow Girl meant.
The gurgling was a simple word, but it contained a great deal of information; it was like the dragon language in the legends.
The Snow Girl spoke a long speech, which contained at least three thousand words in the human language. The main idea was summarized in three sentences.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't want this world to discover me."
"There's a guy here who scares me a lot. As you know, it's a program."
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If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to understand what she said; but Jing Jiu was well aware that the Snow Girl was afraid of that young priest.
If their deduction was correct, Chaotian was the last refuge left by the gods for the humans and a laboratory to deal with the Sea of Dark Matter. The Snow Girl was the main control program of the laboratory and the simulation program of the opposing camp.
In the language of the Cultivation circle, Chaotian was an unimaginable heavenly treasure, and the Snow Girl was the true spirit of this heavenly treasure.
Normally, the Snow Girl would never be able to leave Chaotian, much like how Qing 'er couldn't leave the Green Sky Mirror in the beginning, and Ping Yong-Ka couldn't leave the All in One.
Yet, that god didn't expect a genius named Jing Jiu to appear in the universe.
He had helped Ping Yong-Ka leave the All in One, and Qing 'er leave the Green Sky Mirror; and he had helped the Snow Girl find a way to leave Chaotian.
However, if all this was true, that god must have a way to control the Snow Girl, whether it was the source code or the data backdoor.
Who would build a high-level virus laboratory and then ignore everything else?
If the Snow Girl was the main control program of the laboratory, she must be a branch of the main control program of this world. Now that she had returned to this world, if she was discovered by the main control program, she could be rewritten by the other party, which would cause a huge problem. It was evident that the main control program of this world was that young priest. All in all, the Snow Girl was afraid of that young priest. That was why she hadn't shown up since she came to this world. No matter how hard Jing Jiu tried to call her, he couldn't get any response from her.
"I'll help you kill her, so you won't have any trouble in the future."
Jing Jiu didn't show any emotion when he spoke of killing the young priest. It was just that his voice was trembling a bit due to the persistent headache.
The Snow Girl shot him a pitiful look, as if to say, "How dare you say you'll kill her when you've been tortured by her?"
No matter what, she was unwilling to expose her whereabouts and touch the ring for Jing Jiu's sake. She was very displeased that Jing Jiu would find her.
"Without me, you won't be able to leave Chaotian. So you have to repay me. This is the cause and effect. Don't do nothing and hide like Old Tan."
Because of the severe headache, Jing Jiu couldn't finish his words, but his gaze was fixed on her in the dark. "Otherwise, I'll inform her that you're here," he said.
Crouching in the weeds by the sewer, Cold Cicada didn't dare look to the sides, thinking that it was like a fight between two kids and they would report it to their parents.
After a moment of silence, the Snow Girl leaped to the front of Jing Jiu and observed the ring for a long time.
"The Inherited Heaven Sword Formation can shield the information channel; so you don't have to worry about being discovered by her." Having said that, Jing Jiu was about to set up the sword formation with all his might.
The Snow Girl shot him a mocking glance and waved her hand to set up a high-level Inherited Heaven Sword Formation; then she grabbed his finger.
An unimaginably low temperature occurred in the sewer. Cold Cicada kept on rubbing its paws, and the mosquitoes flew to a farther place hastily.
The weeds were frozen into ice cubes in the blink of an eye, breaking into pieces as soon as the wind blew over them. In the next moment, the wind seemed to be frozen as well, turning into ice cubes when it landed on the dirty water.
A thin layer of frost formed on the surface of the ring, and a colder energy had already infiltrated the ring. The cold energy could reach the places where the energy couldn't reach.
The temperature grew lower and lower, and the objects moved more and more slowly, including the microscopic electrons. Those miniature formations couldn't withstand the temperature any longer, and had gradually died out.
Staring at the ring, Jing Jiu was certain that he had reached the critical point. He blinked his eyes a few times, and the frost fell off his eyelashes. The ring broke into countless small pieces.
Jing Jiu swallowed the broken pieces of the ring into his body as quickly as he could.
The cold energy persisted, but the sword formation wasn't dismantled. The Snow Girl looked at Jing Jiu with a strange expression in her eyes.
Countless faint cracking sounds could be heard inside Jing Jiu's body.
They sounded like the raindrops falling on the leaves.
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