Chapter 672: Chapter 181: The Shattered Golden Dream_3
Song Ci suddenly fell silent.
He knew that he had always been a simple brute, easily handling rough work like fighting or getting beaten up.
When it ca to solving cryptic mysteries, however, he was of no help at all.
Gu Nanfeng was right.
Rushing into the cetery now would only add to Gu Shen’s troubles.
“Can we just… watch?”
Song Ci pondered for a mont and then posed this question.
He looked at Zhou Wei, at Mr. Shan, and at the prominent figures of the Changye Family not far away.
Where his gaze fell, those who owed favors to Gu Shen had a complex expression.
“Just stand by and watch… of course not,” Gu Nanfeng said softly, “but…”
But… what else could they do besides watch?
Apart from the massive avalanche, there might still be a Divine War raging inside… even if they entered, it would have no impact and instead place themselves in grave danger.
Leaving the cetery, as far away as possible,
was the wisest course of action.
Chewing a blade of grass, Song Ci smiled, “You have no reason to risk your lives here… I understand that. But my life isn’t so precious. After thinking it through, I still feel an itch, wanting to go inside and take a look. Not for Gu Shen, but to broaden my horizons. I’ve never been to Changye, nor seen what Qingzhong Cetery looks like.”
Zhou Wei, who wanted to speak, was rendered silent by this.
Mr. Shan was also at a loss for words.
Song Ci silently reflected that there was another very important reason he hadn’t shared with the others.
He had heard that Gu Shen had a close relationship with a girl surnad Chu, and they had seemingly saved hundreds together. They were both currently trapped inside the cetery.
That Miss Chu… she must be Gu Shen’s wife?
Gu Shen was in trouble, and at such a critical mont, with Undead blood flowing through his veins, how could he retreat?
Sporadically, Transcendents ca out, supporting one another… it seed the interior of Qingzhong Cetery had been mostly evacuated.
Song Ci reached the Golden Gate.
Whistling winds ruffled his floral shirt.
Before entering, he sensed terrifying energy. The Extraordinary Essence within the cetery was intimidating, threatening to explode at any mont. Even he felt imnse pressure.
His pure white wings spread out from his back.
Song Ci waited for a mont.
No one else erged from the Golden Gate…
Gu Shen had not appeared yet.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the cetery.
At that mont.
An intense rumble shook the air, and Song Ci’s face was twisted by the sweeping force. His eight pairs of wings fully opened, with the fierce Spirit Tsunami crashing towards him… though it looked like a cold avalanche, upon contact, one would realize it was a terrifying, searing force that could annihilate a person entirely.
The emblem of the Light God’s Seat emitted a strong glow!
With a “boom,”
As soon as Song Ci stepped through the Golden Gate, he sensed sothing was wrong and began to retreat imdiately.
But it was too late.
Almost the mont he stepped in, the enormous, towering Golden Gate shattered under the mighty Divine Power.
Everyone stared in shock at the scene.
Shattered.
Completely shattered.
The Golden Gate exploded under the force of the avalanche, splintering into countless pieces, like a dream made of golden fragnts.
A charred body fell before the crowd, and Song Ci, burned to a crisp, was still alive… though he had suffered severe injuries again, the Undead blood healed his wounds quickly.
However, his body once again showed signs reminiscent of the post-Great Divine battle.
Every inch of his skin was scorched.
Recovery was agonizingly slow.
A heavy voice rang out,
“Brother Song!”
“Brother Song!”
It was Gu Nanfeng’s concerned inquiry.
And there was Zhou Wei, Bai Xiaochi… though these voices were not important, nor were the wounds on his body.
Song Ci lay on the ground.
His mind still lingered on the mont he stepped through the Golden Gate, the boundless wave sweeping over him.
The mont before he was caught in the explosive blast,
he saw a familiar figure.
Gu Shen.
Gu Shen… had endured an explosion several tis more intense than his own.
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