Chapter 1394: Chapter 1394: Sweet Dreams and Nightmares
Furthermore, the Magic Energy contained within the Color Stone is not endless. During these three thousand years, those unable to survive due to lack of water ca here seeking a last glimr of hope, only to die beneath the seven-color glow.
After causing so much slaughter, the energy of the seven-color glow has also weakened significantly.
Now, the Magic barrier and the seven-color glow have encountered the powerful Ye You and Qin Sisi.
Although they haven’t found a way to break the magic of Inkwest City, their formidable defense has consud a large amount of the energy of the Magic barrier and the seven-color glow, while Mo Xicheng remains in slumber, unable to replenish the energy in ti for both.
Under the series of magic shields from Ye You and Qin Sisi, the Magic barrier shattered first, and the calls of Qin Sisi and Mu Xi and others reached the Kurosawa Highland and entered Mo Xicheng’s ears.
While he was asleep, his brow was already tightly furrowed. Now disturbed, his brows furrowed even deeper.
A quarter-hour later, Mo Xicheng shook his head and finally opened his eyes.
"Brother Xicheng, I’m sorry, Brother Xicheng, Mu Ze is back!"
The shouting made his eyes widen suddenly, his frail body trembling slightly as his expression beca agitated.
In those years of slumber, he kept having the sa dream.
At first, it was a beautiful dream. In the dream, he returned to the day he first t Mu Ze, with soft sunlight streaming in, the handso little boy holding a golden flute, smiling at him with an innocent smile.
But later, the dream turned into a nightmare. In the dream, Mu Ze swung a sharp blade at him, the chill of the blade’s glint dazzling his eyes shut.
As Mu Ze’s hand rose and fell, his arm was severed, and blood flowed everywhere, the pain, coldness, and despair etched in his mory, even the dream hurt.
The shouting outside continued, and Mo Xicheng’s expression turned cold. Even after three thousand years, he could tell that it wasn’t Mu Ze’s voice at all.
Moreover, there were several people calling together, did they take him for a fool?
Mo Xicheng sat up, raised his arm quickly, and the scene outside the Kurosawa Highland appeared beside him.
A few overconfident young people were intruding upon the Kurosawa Highland. Just as Mo Xicheng was about to sneer, he suddenly noticed that the Magic barrier had already shattered, which startled him, these little devils were indeed sowhat capable.
His gaze scanned over the faces of these people, finally stopping on an elderly man to his surprise.
The man was nothing special, but he held an old and frail man in his arms.
Mo Xicheng’s eyes froze, gazing unblinkingly at that familiar yet strange face.
Mu Ze, his Mu Ze, had finally returned.
Too much ti had passed, Mu Ze was no longer the innocent boy, nor the charming youth, nor the head of the Mu Water Clan.
Now, Mu Ze was nothing but a pitiful, dying dead man struggling on the brink of death.
Wait, Mu Ze’s lips seed to be moving constantly.
Mo Xicheng fixed his gaze on Mu Ze’s lips, analyzing ticulously the silent words he mouthed.
After a long while, he finally understood.
Mu Ze was saying, "Brother Xicheng, I’m sorry."
Mo Xicheng stood up abruptly, his Magic wings coalescing instantly, flying with lightening speed towards the edge of Kurosawa Highland.
Ye You’s Stone Turtle Armor was still resisting the seven-color glow, after such a long standoff, the vibrant colors of the glow had faded considerably, Ye You’s magic power long depleted, relying solely on elixirs for replenishnt.
Mo Xicheng rushed out of his castle, arriving at the edge of Kurosawa Highland, just about to raise his arm to dispel the seven-color glow, when suddenly a silver light flashed in mid-air, and both the seven-color glow and the Stone Turtle Armor disappeared simultaneously.
Ye You’s persistence finally yielded results, exhausting the energy of both the Magic barrier and the seven-color glow.
Qin Sisi’s expression lit up with joy, leaping onto Ye You’s shoulder, and exclaid crisply, "Xiao Hei, you’re amazing!"
At this ti, Ye You was extrely weak, Qin Sisi’s small leap almost made him crumble, staggering slightly, he knelt on one knee.
Qin Sisi was taken aback, quickly jumping off, asking anxiously with concern, "Are you okay?"
As she spoke, she covered Ye You’s hand with the soft pad of her paw.
Ye You, pale-faced, shook his head and said softly, "I’m fine, just need to rest for a while."
Qin Sisi, too heartbroken to speak, looked up at Ye You, tears glistening in her eyes.
Ye You sighed, sat on the ground, hugging Qin Sisi in his arms, cradling her furry head, and softly said, "Really, it’s okay. No need to worry."
Qin Sisi turned her head, giving Ye You’s cheek a gentle kiss, rubbed her head against his neck, and nestled tightly in his embrace.
Mo Xicheng, flapping his wings, flew across the deep ravine, the Color Stone within it entirely stripped of its iridescence, turned dull yellow or reddish-brown.
He landed at the edge of the ravine, thoughtfully glancing at Ye You and the white cat in his arms.
He was certain that this young man was not of the Mu Water Clan, for none in their clan were of such magical prowess.
The white cat too was unusual, despite its feline form, he sensed a strong Magic Source within, perhaps it was not a re cat.
A thousand years of bitter trials, heroes of the outer world.
He had, of course, heard of Pu Lizi’s prophecy, yet he had never given it a second thought, that manipulative Pu Lizi who sowed discord between him and Mu Ze, the person Mo Xicheng resented most.
But for him, he and Mu Ze would never have turned against each other.
He would never believe that the stubborn and dogmatic Pu Lizi could really foresee the future.
Mo Xicheng retracted his gaze with a cool expression, turning to look at Mu Ze in Mu Feng’s arms.
anwhile, Mu Ze looked at Mo Xicheng too.
As their eyes t, ti seed to pause, in their joy and sorrow-infused mories, traversing three thousand years, returning to the day they first t.
Mu Ze was then an innocent and adorable little boy, Mo Xicheng the ever-handso and dashing elder brother.
Three thousand years later, Mu Ze, who should have long died, remained alive but beca a paralyzed living corpse.
Mo Xicheng, who should have remained forever suave and elegant, was already white-haired and haggard.
"You..." Mu Ze managed to utter a single word before stopping, his eyes involuntarily welling up.
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