The frozen at obtained from the group of five is enough for Li Zheng to eat four or five als, so there's no need to worry about food or other supplies for the next part of the journey.
Continuing toward the target, walking and stopping intermittently, ten hours later, Li Zheng sees a Golden Light Zone ahead.
At a distance, the golden light radiates a strong battle intent, making one's blood boil and heart feel respect.
"What is that?"
The Golden Light Zone is completely out of place in the environnt of the Fourth Sin Domain, almost like soone dripping a few drops of golden paint into a basin of ink, randomly mixing it, pulling the gold into a thin line, making it particularly eye-catching.
Once closer, Li Zheng finally sees the scene within the Golden Light Zone, and is montarily stunned.
Incredibly shocked!
"It's... the Celestial Dragon Race!" Li Zheng exclaims in surprise.
Or rather, they are the corpses of the Celestial Dragon Race, dead for an unknown duration, yet never decayed, maintaining the last posture they held in life, standing there.
Li Zheng steps into the Golden Light Zone, his gaze sweeping over each Celestial Dragon corpse.
So of them stand straight, as if they were javelins, eyes wide open, their large eyes occupying the majority of their face, yet not ugly. The spirit of indomitable courage and unyielding determination reflected in their eyes instead makes them appear dignified and solemn.
Others have hands slightly raised, reaching forward, perhaps once clutching all kinds of weapons that have long decayed over the years. Yet they maintain their posture, launching an attack against the enemy at the last second before death.
Moving further, Li Zheng sees so missing parts in the Celestial Dragon corpses. So people have their arms completely severed, yet they bite their teeth, stretching their necks, using their heads to attack.
Li Zheng sees so with their stomachs cut open, intestines scattered on the ground, although these Celestial Dragons rely cover their wounds with one hand to block their guts from spilling out, while the other hand still makes an attacking posture.
Li Zheng sees soone with their neck slashed open two-thirds through, with only a layer of flesh connecting it, showing no signs of retreat before their end.
Li Zheng steps forward, examining them one by one, his steps becoming heavier until he finally stops.
He looks up, the golden light pierces the sky, forcing even the black mist above thirty ters high to detour, almost trying to avoid it.
"Is this... the unyielding will of the entire Celestial Dragon Race?" Li Zheng's heart trembles. Almost the entire race is buried on this battleground against the Emotion Storm, not falling even in death, able to watch as their comrades perish one after another before their eyes without anyone retreating or fleeing.
Such unyielding bravery moves one deeply.
"Compared to them, shouldn't those who survive greedily enjoying comfort in the Outer City's streets feel ashad?" Li Zheng thinks of his journey from District 950 to District 7, feeling a trace of sadness and anger.
Residents of so districts live lifelessly, indulgently, imrsed daily in casinos, brothels, and smoke shops, living in degradation, torturing themselves into ghost-like figures.
And yet, the Celestial Dragon Race is also just another civilization within the universe, apart from looking different from other races, they are ordinary people.
Li Zheng walks amidst the golden light, resembling a passerby observing a fragnt of history.
A history of struggle against heavens, strong foes, and destiny.
This is an epic forged by an entire race.
"Once upon a ti, I also gazed upon the back of people like you." Li Zheng is moved to tears, rembering those firefighters who charged backwards into the blaze, the rescue soldiers forming human walls against disasters in perilous terrains, and the angels in white rushing to the frontlines during the rampant spread of contagions.
Those who indulge in pleasures are always well protected by those who move against the current.
At this mont, Li Zheng suddenly feels stirred, turning back.
Not far away, two people fly over, landing at the edge of the Golden Light Zone, respectfully paying their respects to the Celestial Dragon corpses within the golden light before stepping inside its range.
Witnessing this, Li Zheng suddenly smiles warmly: "Despite the number of people indulging in worldly pleasures, the spirit of perseverance can indeed be passed down."
Just do your own part; who cares about others?
Shaking his head, Li Zheng collects his thoughts and continues moving forward.
After four full hours, he reaches the opposite side of the golden light range, arriving where the Sin Domain's environnt again changes, the subtle influence on one's mind multiplying dramatically.
"Oh?" Li Zheng's eyes shift slightly, "I just realized, within the golden light's embrace, the Sin Domain environnt's impact completely disappears, leaving no sense of discomfort."
Because there was no discomfort, Li Zheng only realized this four hours later.
"Were it not the resting place of the Celestial Dragon Race, it could serve as a station for those venturing into the depths of the Sin Domain to temporarily rest." Li Zheng glances not far away, amidst the Celestial Dragon corpses, several living people wearing concealing clothing.
They sit cross-legged, facing the periphery of the golden light, seemingly waiting for sothing.
Li Zheng watches curiously, after about half an hour, and seeing no movent from them, decides not to wait any longer, preparing to walk out of the golden light range.
"Wait!"
Soone nearby calls out to him: "The Evil Thought aura outside is very strong, I see your skills are average, it's best to stay here and not proceed."
Li Zheng looks around: "Are you talking to ?"
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