Chapter 794: Chapter 472: Trust Your Feelings, Make Your Own Way (Seeking Monthly Pass)
“The old man is awake!!”
As soon as he heard the news that his uncle had woken up, Bailuo imdiately left Yagen’s world. Yagen, seeing his resolute departure, felt sowhat like a favorite who had fallen out of favor.
“This is just clueless!”
Yagen puffed out his cheeks, clearly unhappy.
Even though I am the pretty and gentle mother, I am still not as attractive as so old geezer!
Yagen: Angry, unhappy!
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“Where’s uncle? Where is he?”
Bailuo returned to the deck, where he was greeted by his senior sister. The others hadn’t gone into the cabin to escape the downpour; they were all completely drenched by the rain.
Bailuo was the sa, but in his excitent about his uncle’s awakening, he paid it no mind: “Feiya, where is uncle?”
“Dad is below, he…”
Senior sister wasn’t sure of uncle’s condition, but seeing Bailuo so agitated, she sighed to herself: ‘If it’s dad, he definitely can get across the Reversed Flood Stream.’
But is this really for Bailuo’s own good?
Moreover, given uncle’s current physical condition, how could he possibly stand up and help Bailuo at the helm again?
“Xiao Luo.”
‘Dad!!’
Senior sister turned around sharply, only to see uncle unmistakably ascending from the cabin, now standing amidst them all.
He had woken up, just as Bailuo had said; in a condition senior sister had deed ‘certain death’,
‘How is this possible!’
Senior sister looked at uncle in shock, unable to imagine under what circumstances he had managed to stand up again.
Yet, everyone could tell at a glance that uncle was not in good shape right now.
His face was deathly pale, and he seed to have aged twenty years, transforming from a strong and robust patriarch into a tottering, white-haired old man.
“Uncle, you, how are you now…?”
Bailuo faltered. Could his uncle really take the helm in this condition?
No, I shouldn’t think this way.
Bailuo felt selfish. His uncle was in such a state, and yet he was still having these thoughts.
“Really, there’s no other way.”
Uncle, weak and gasping, still managed to muster a smile for Bailuo: “But don’t worry, Xiao Luo, I have made preparations.”
“You anticipated this?”
“I did.”
With Bailuo’s support, uncle nodded: “I am Saros, do you not trust ?”
“I trust.”
Bailuo never doubted uncle’s ability, having even more confidence in him than in himself: “Tell what to do?”
“There’s no special thod,” said uncle, “I just know that you can make it through.”
“But Yagen said that only you could…”
“Do you believe , or her?”
Faced with uncle’s question, Bailuo fell silent. Although on a subconscious level he felt very close and trusting of Yagen, that thing was intangible, and even Bailuo himself wasn’t clear about what it was.
However, Bailuo’s trust in his uncle had a solid foundation.
He could list a thousand reasons to trust his uncle and not find a single excuse to doubt that the old man would bring him harm.
“I trust you.”
“But…”
Bailuo looked back at the Reversed Flood Stream Domain. He said sowhat despondently, “But I, I lack confidence.”
“And what about ? Do you have such confidence in ?”
Bailuo’s uncle’s soul questioned, asking why Bailuo dared to entrust the lives of everyone, including his own life, to him.
“You can do it.”
“If you ask , why.”
With effort, the uncle lifted his hand and gently patted Bailuo’s shoulder, “Because I feel, you can do it.”
Bailuo absolutely believed his uncle’s words; if he felt that he could do it, it ant that the final step in the old man’s plan was to be completed by him personally.
The uncle had made such a plan, and if he dared to make it, then it ant that he believed it was the choice with the highest chance of success.
“If you still worry about failing.”
The uncle said, “Then I’m right here, sitting right here.”
“I will watch with my own eyes as you steer this ship until you cross over it.”
Sitting behind Bailuo, watching him pilot the ark to challenge the Reversed Flood Stream, the uncle spoke, and imdiately Alaya conjured up a chair on the deck.
“Go, take the helm.”
The uncle sat down with difficulty, feeling very tired and weak, yet he still lifted his head and watched Bailuo intently, “Don’t think too much, whether you succeed or fail, it’s not important.”
“There is only one thing you need to know,” the uncle squeezed Bailuo’s shoulder, firmly stating, “You are my greatest pride in this life.”
In that mont, Bailuo clenched his fists tightly.
As a son or daughter, what could be more aningful than gaining the recognition of one’s parents?
“I won’t let you die.”
“Watch!”
Bailuo stood up, backing towards the helm, “Watch !”
Nobody would die here, not even the Great Power could snatch away the important people from his side.
Bailuo silently accepted the helm from his senior sister, he focused on the distance, closed his eyes, and the world seed to beco peaceful in that mont.
The Reversed Flood Stream was like crimson lightning under the pitch-black sea; it moved very quickly and there were many of them. If they touched the ark, destruction and death were certain.
So, there could be no mistakes, not even one!
Just one mistake would an thorough and complete failure.
And with his uncle’s current physical condition, if he fell into the Flood Stream Domain, Bailuo was almost certain that he would not be able to revive him.
‘I can do it.’
‘I definitely can.’
‘No one can do the impossible,’ Bailuo echoed the words his uncle had once said to him, ‘yet even so, so people believe that everything is possible.’
‘Therefore,’ Bailuo said, ‘there are miracles.’
Conquering the impossible, accomplishing what nobody else could, is not about relying on the power of miracles but about a person achieving a miracle-worthy feat.
It is not because miracles descend upon the earth that Miracle Power exists, but because there are people who accomplish miraculous feats, as wonders of the Great Power, that miracles exist.
First there are people, then, everything is possible!
“Huff~~”
Bailuo took a deep breath, he didn’t look ahead anymore because it was aningless.
The dense crimson lightning was impossible to navigate by calculation alone.
Even if the power of miracles wasn’t sealed, and Bailuo could compress ti to use terrifying computational power for prediction, it would still be aningless.
“Go with your own feeling.”
Bailuo forgot the sound of the tempest, standing on the deck with his hand on the helm, with only two presences left in his heart.
One was each person aboard this ship, he was their captain, and protecting them was an obligation he must fulfill.
And the other…
The uncle was watching him. Bailuo might be buried at sea, but he must not let the old man down!
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