frightfiction Chapter 805 Extra: Ending 1 - Creating a human being in yellow mud, the dragon sect leaves no tears
Chapter 805 Extra: Ending 1 - Creating a human being in yellow mud, the dragon sect leaves no tears
Chang Le:
I smile at you in the burning sunlight,
Holding a rose in hand,
Behind us lies the intricate path we have come.
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November of the 401st year of the Calamity Era.
The spring breeze arrived as expected, passing over the old mountains and seas and the brand new city, and finally swirled down from the top of Qianyuan Mountain in the north of Middle-earth, creating a passage that lasted for a few seconds.
Chang Le, who had been traveling for four months since Lu Yanhuai's death, returned covered in dust, coming from a mysterious and unknown world. As soon as he landed, he entered the [Dragon Tomb Secret Realm] in the mountains. Although it was only a few seconds of movement, it still alarmed everyone in the Dragon Clan.
Just as Luo Xuan was about to go, he heard Chang Le's voice:
"I need the help of Ghost Blade."
Gui Dao in the Golden Palace immediately went to the Dragon Tomb with Luo Xuan.
After they entered the Jiuzhou Temple, they saw Chang Le standing in the center of the yellow sand.
She stretched out her hand towards the starry sky, twisted her fingers lightly, picked up a line of stars and kneaded it into a trickle, which flowed to the yellow sand under her feet. A ball of yellow mud was suspended in the air, like soft rubber, with no fixed shape.
The Milky Way wrapped the yellow mud like water, and then slowly sank into the yellow sand.
A black crack as tall as a human appeared behind Chang Le, and vines with golden threads and tentacles wrapped in black mist poured out. After piercing into the ground, they sprouted like saplings. The black and purple tentacles gathered into a trunk, and the dark green vines coiled and bent, forming branches of the tree.
Immediately afterwards, countless yellow mud spots rose up near the roots formed by the tentacles, emitting a warm yellow halo. The spots gathered on the branches and formed clusters of ochre flowers.
Now, there are only seven yellow mud flowers on the bottom circle of branches.
Luo Xuan and Huan Bo were marveling at the magical sight before them, but suddenly they saw that Chang Le himself cut off the several companion creatures that were stuck into the ground.
"Le Le!" Luo Xuan's heart ached and he dodged over.
Chang Le's face turned pale, and he turned his head and shook his head lightly: "It's okay."
She took a step back, and the strange tree in front of her swayed gently before returning to calm.
Chang Le reached out and picked up a yellow clay flower, then turned to Gui Dao and said, "Can you mold it into my image? It only needs to be similar in spirit."
Gui Dao reached out and took it, feeling the vitality surging in the yellow mud.
He was very skilled and in just a few minutes he had sculpted out a girl with big, lively eyes. People who were familiar with Chang Le would know it was her at a glance.
Chang Le took the little man and activated [Intake and Exhalation], extracting some energy from the source and injecting it into the little man. The little man actually came to life like the yellow clay man created by Nuwa in the myth, but it was not as sensitive and looked dull.
Chang Le placed the little man under the tree, and the little man sat down, closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep. The big tree formed by the tentacles and vines behind him shook, and the vines gently wrapped around the little man and also quieted down.
After the yellow mud was removed from the branches, a faint yellowish glow appeared.
Chang Le made a "hush" gesture and took the two away.
After leaving the dragon tomb, Chang Le smiled at the two of them, and his tense shoulders relaxed: "I found the yellow mud that made flesh and bones."
Luo Xuan couldn't help but breathe heavier: "Doesn't that mean there is hope of creating a body?"
Chang Le smiled and cried: "As long as there is a trace of soul, it can be resurrected."
Ghost Blade didn't understand the feeling of crying, but he knew that this was not sadness, so he turned into a ball of black ghost fire and lay on her shoulder, gently rubbing her cheek.
Luo Xuan touched her shoulder distressedly: "Then let's go home first."
"LeLe!" Someone else came over.
The person in the front was wearing a black sports suit, his hood blown down by the wind during the flight, revealing his neat short silver hair and cold eyebrows.
Chang Le opened his arms: "Sister Xiaoye!"
Ye Buqi hugged her in his arms: "You're going to worry me to death!"
Chang Le tiptoed slightly and lay on her shoulder. Seeing Wang Yao, Huan Bo, Bai Xie and others following behind her, he smiled and relaxed his body: "I want to sleep for a while."
Ye Buqi caught her body and said, "Go to sleep, Lele."
Chang Le fell asleep in her arms almost the next second.
When she woke up again, she was already lying on her own bed in the Golden Palace, and found that beside her was the little girl Hua Zhixue whom she had not seen for a long time. When she looked up again, Gui Dao, who was hiding in the darkness, and Huan Bo, who had shrunk in size, were curled up beside her pillow.
The two men noticed that she had woken up, so she signaled them not to wake Hua Zhixue and go out together.
It was night, and the corridor was quiet. After Chang Le asked the two to rest, he went to sit in the living room on this floor, rubbing his chest. Passing by the study, he found Ye Buqi was still busy inside.
"Did you sleep well?" Ye Buqi waved, "Come in and sit down."
Chang Le walked in, closed the door, sat beside her, and wrapped his arms around hers.
"Still as clingy as Dabai." Ye Buqi teased with a smile.
Chang Le did not refute, but hugged her even tighter.
Her chest was close to Ye Buqi's arm, which made her frown suddenly. She held Chang Le's shoulders and pushed him away. With her other hand, she grabbed her wrist and a trace of supernatural power penetrated into her, causing her face to change slightly: "Did your heart injury relapse?"
Chang Le was seriously injured when she fell from the building, but after fusing with Fu Guang's inverse scale and having the [Dragon Ball] guarding her heart, she has never had any problems again. Not to mention that with Chang Le's current level of cultivation, her body has almost surpassed the realm of mortals.
However, under such circumstances, Ye Buqi actually felt the weakening of Chang Le's heart.
Her face turned cold: "Le Le, where is the [Dragon Ball] in your heart?"
The only possible explanation for the weakness is that the Dragon Ball was taken out.
Chang Le looked up at her and said, "Sister, I found the yellow mud that created humans. I can revive him. But resurrection requires at least a wisp of soul as a basis."
Ye Buqi's eyes showed reluctance: "So you took out the reverse scale and the dragon ball?"
Chang Le hurriedly shook his head: "No 'dissection'! I am no longer a flesh and blood body. If I want to take them out, they will flow out by themselves and will not hurt me. It's just that I suddenly lack these two treasures. The old injury can't be suppressed. I need to rest."
Ye Buqi had a slightly cold face, and Chang Le raised two fingers helplessly: "I really didn't lie, and I didn't try to be brave."
Ye Buqi sighed: "Forget it, at least you came back safely."
Chang Le laughed, hugged her and rubbed her neck: "After all, we are alive!"
Ye Buqi recalled the favor that fate had shown her countless times:
"Yes, I thought I was dead in the fire more than 20 years ago. I didn't expect that the fire would accidentally trigger the remaining space formation and teleport me to the Wolf Sect thousands of miles away. That's why we can meet again. I am very lucky to have met you, Lele, and to be with you until now."
Chang Le lay on her shoulder, and from an angle that she couldn't see, his face showed calm joy rather than any surprise that came from luck.
She responded: "Well, you didn't die. We are lucky, very lucky."
Ye Buqi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is she still there?"
The "she" that Ye Buqi mentioned is one of Chang Le's personalities, the personality that was born because of her - Ye Buqi.
Chang Le grabbed her hand and said calmly, "She fell asleep."
The atmosphere was a little heavy, and Ye Buqi changed the subject: "You slept for two whole days. An Ning brought Xiao Xue to see you during the day. Kulai also said he would come, but not until tomorrow. Tao Zi, Zi Gui Ti, and Chen Wu also said they would come back.
Oh, while you were sleeping, people from all the major regions came to visit you. People from Lu Xin and Yan Zhongxing, who we were not that familiar with, also came, but we sent them away."
Chang Le looked helpless: "Why are you making such a fuss? I'm just coming back for once, right?"
Ye Buqi's pointed eyes became rounder and his eyes turned upside down: "No? Do you think you are going out for a trip?
Did you go to some unknown time and space, to the home of aliens, or did you disappear for four months without any news, and we didn't know whether you were alive or dead. Do you know that we were almost going crazy with worry? Why do you sound like you were going on a trip to a remote area? Have you been there before?"
Chang Le was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had said something wrong, and smiled flatteringly: "Sister, I was wrong, please don't be so mean to me."
Ye Buqi pursed her lips slightly: "If I really wanted to be mean to you, you would have been scolded to tears a long time ago. If it were one of my men, he would have been scolded to the point of wanting to hang himself by now!"
"Yes, yes, sister is the most gentle to me!" Chang Le hugged her arms, tilted his head and smiled, "So dear sister, put down the cold documents and roll into bed with me, okay?"
"Alas!" Ye Buqi stretched out his finger and poked her between the eyebrows, "Watch your words, I'm afraid Fu Guang will assassinate me when he comes back."
Chang Le laughed, followed her to Ye Buqi's room and got into her bed.
Soon, they both fell asleep. A ray of translucent white light flew out and landed on Ye Buqi's forehead, making her sleep even more deeply. Then, Chang Le, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, opened his eyes.
She no longer had the delicate and lively demeanor she had shown in front of Ye Buqi before, but was replaced by a kind of vicissitudes of life but not numbness. She propped up her head, stretched out her hand and gently smoothed Ye Buqi's hair, smiling and looking at her for a long time.
A sighing murmur melted into the night: "It's great that you are still here."