Cinq siècles gelés - Chapitre 434(FINIR)

As soon as Zhang Zhiwen wrote the words ‘The Story Is Not Over’ dans le rêve, un miracle s'est produit.

The bridge under Wei Huo and the others’ feet emitted a seven-colored light. The five words at the source disappeared and were replaced by an extended seven-colored bridge.

Everyone looked at this sight in shock.

The Dao Lord said, “Did the creator create our world in a dream?”

Wei Huo said, “Oui, it seems like he regretted ending this creation in a hurry. Avant qu'il ne meure, he made up for it.”

With the regret made up for, the bridge that led to reality under their feet started extending again. The story was not over yet, so the bridge known as the main storyline continued extending.

Behind the pitch-black end was a seven-colored bridge full of light. Wei Huo and the others stepped onto the seven-colored bridge and kept moving forward. The surrounding tunnel that was illuminated by the bloody light had turned seven-colored too.

The surrounding scenery kept expanding. Progressivement, they saw red blood. Plus loin, they saw a white wall. It was a skull!

The real world was waving at them.

…

À ce moment là, Zhang Zhiwen fell to the ground, as the floor beneath him shattered.

Yang Dong chased after him and threw a punch at Zhang Zhiwen’s head. His attack was meant to shatter Zhang Zhiwen’s brain and destroy his imagination.

pourtant, as soon as Yang Dong threw a punch at Zhang Zhiwen’s brain, a seven-colored light was emitted from Zhang Zhiwen’s glabella.

As soon as the seven-colored light appeared, there was a lot of noise around Yang Dong.

“Is this the real world?”

“Wei Huo did not lie to us. We have come to reality.”

“This world is very ordinary!”

“À la fin, the creator reversed everything!”

“If he had not ended the story from the beginning, there would not have been so much trouble.”

“Vous vous trompez. That was a dream. How could one do whatever one wants in the dream world?”

“But the creator used his will to rewrite the ending just now.”

…

There were too many voices. Endless voices. Au moins 200 people were talking around Yang Dong. These people were talking at once and constantly commenting on the world.

outre, these people’s voices were transmitted through a spiritual medium. Even if Yang Dong sealed his five senses, he would still hear these words.

Yang Dong was about to go crazy. The sounds kept coming from his surroundings. À la fois, they kept telling him the truth. The fantasy creatures in Zhang Zhiwen’s brain had all escaped.

“Juste un petit peu plus!” Yang Dong shouted reluctantly.

Après avoir crié, il s'est retourné et s'est enfui. No matter how reluctant he was, il ne pouvait que s'échapper maintenant. As long as he escaped, there would still be hope.

À ce moment là, a voice came from Zhang Zhiwen’s left. “I told you that you could leave the imagination space by doing this. You could also build a bridge between reality and illusion. You can go back if you want to.”

Puis, another voice came from Zhang Zhiwen’s right. “There’s no need to go back. I’ll start a new journey in this new world.”

The seven-colored light kept wrapping around Zhang Zhiwen. pendant ce temps, the wounds on his body kept healing. His broken leg, his pierced chest, and the brain damage caused by the poison all healed in an instant.

Wei Huo looked at Yang Dong and asked Zhang Zhiwen, “Do you want to let that guy go?”

Zhang Zhiwen shook his head. “je ne suis pas si stupide. I’m sure…”

Avant qu'il ne puisse finir sa phrase, Zhang Zhiwen rushed out and headed straight for Yang Dong. Although Yang Dong planned to escape, he obviously wanted to hold the two girls hostage. Malheureusement, Wei Huo did not plan on giving him the chance.

“I’m not done!” Zhang Zhiwen shouted. pourtant, his body had already rushed toward Yang Dong.

The Dao Lord said, “Is this the body of the Creator? How fragile!”

Wei Huo said, “In this ordinary world, such a body is the upper limit.”

It was obvious that Zhang Zhiwen’s body had been modified by Wei Huo, mais c'était tout. He could not become stronger unless he changed his genes. pourtant, he could only make Zhang Zhiwen’s body reach its biological limit.

This level was naturally nothing compared to a Mythical creature.

Boom! Zhang Zhiwen’s fist smashed into Yang Dong’s face but did not cause any visible damage.

pourtant, Yang Dong screamed. Puis, the creature controlling Yang Dong’s body was thrown out of that body.

It was an extremely huge devil with two horns on its head. This devil soared into the sky as if it wanted to continue fleeing, but Zhang Zhiwen’s body had already started chasing after it.

Zhang Zhiwen, who was not controlling his own body, a demandé, “May I know who is controlling my body now?”

Wei Huo replied, “À l'heure actuelle, terminé 200 Mythical creatures are hidden in your body. Your body could even destroy Earth with one blow. pourtant, your control is not enough to handle this body, so only we can control your body instead.”

Zhang Zhiwen was shocked. Puis, il a dit, “You have to control it well.”

Zhang Zhiwen’s body chased after him and grabbed the devil’s neck. His powerful mental strength instantly shrouded the devil and rendered it unable to move.

Zhang Zhiwen, who was confused, a demandé, “Why didn’t you kill him?”

Avec plus de 200 Mythical minds stacked together, they could probably destroy the Solar System and break through the spacetime barrier, let alone destroy Earth.

Wei Huo said, “I didn’t kill him to conduct an experiment.”

Zhang Zhiwen rushed toward Yang Dong after catching the devil. Yang Dong had fainted, but it was obvious that Wei Huo and the other Mythical creatures did not plan on letting him go.

Zhang Zhiwen reacted and asked, “Is the experiment you’re talking about…”

Wei Huo said, “We want to know if the fantasy creature that appeared in his mind will die if this person dies.”

Countless voices were heard around Zhang Zhiwen and Yang Dong again.

“Oui, this experiment has to be carried out.”

“C'est exact. We have to get this straight. If the creator dies, will the creatures created by him survive?”

“What is the relationship between a creator and a fantasy creature? Does the creator have the ability to control fantasy creatures?”

“What will happen if one destroys a fantasy world?”

…

The more than 200 Mythical creatures started communicating with their minds. Their actions turned the place into a large public chat. A côté d'eux, even the nearby animals and humans could hear their conversation.

Zhang Zhiwen did not know what to say. He knew that Yang Dong was actually innocent. The one in the wrong was the devil who had controlled his body. pourtant, the problem was that in the eyes of these Mythical creatures, right and wrong were not important.

À ce moment là, Wei Huo said, “Zhang Zhiwen, we can give you face. If you don’t want to kill him, we won’t attack. We will wait for him to die of old age.”

The voices were heard again.

“He looks like he can live for at most 60 années. That’s not too long.”

“We can afford to wait 60 années. We can spare the creator’s life by giving him face.”

“Oui, we have to give him face.”

Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.

Les 200 Mythical creatures were giving him face. That was quite a lot of face.

À la fin, Zhang Zhiwen’s body did not kill Yang Dong. The more than 200 Mythical creatures had sensed his emotions, so they had stopped. Just as they had said, they could wait for Yang Dong to die of old age.

À la fois, police sirens came from afar. Zhang Zhiwen said, “Nous devons partir!”

Wei Huo said, “Take everyone away!”

A Mythical creature immediately possessed Yang Dong, Xiao Ting, and Chen Cheng. Puis, the four of them soared into the sky and flew southeast.

After leaving the scene, Zhang Zhiwen suddenly asked, “If the world I’m in is also a story…”

He thought of what the devil who had controlled Yang Dong’s body had said. He was very lucky indeed. Miracles would happen at critical moments, which was why he had asked this.

The Snake God said, “My Transcendence Path has no end. I will continue transcending.”

Zhang Zhiwen said, “If this story ends…”

Zhang Zhiwen still did not know what he had done in the dream. What had caused the miracle was actually his will.

Wei Huo said, “Ne t'inquiète pas. Even if the story ends, we will try our best to let it continue.”

A group of Mythical creatures flew into the distance while holding onto a devil. Their story did not seem to end…