Born to Disappear

Chapter 49

Chen Qinyang entered the pitch-black room, an overwhelming coldness hugging tightly. Tingling runs through the heart, a sense of crisis struck. Chen Qinyang knew something waiting for him behind this room was not a good thing, but however he tried to resist; however he felt fear, his body did not follow his will.

Like something had controlled his body. He's like a theater-goer in a theater. While sitting down, the actors will act on stage.

"Chen Qinyang, say what do you want?"

From his vision, he saw a black fog hovering before him. So dense, as if to form a human physique.

"I want to be the female protagonist, enjoying the glory that I should be getting." Chen Qinyang knew he should not have answered the question, but his lips spoke without command. Voicing a desire that is always in the heart.

"Her glory? It was a small wish!" The figure of mist floated around Chen Qinyang, his voice heavy and deep with a disdainful tone that was not covered.

Like an obedient servant, Chen Qinyang did not make a sound when the figure spoke.

"Lend me his body and I will make you the noblest man! Your strength, status and the man you want will be easily available!" Those words were so sweet, promising everything that Chen Qinyang wanted in the world.

"Good!" Chen Qinyang also knew he should not approve of the other party, but once again he was unable to control his body. It helplessly watched the black fog enter his body and a dull pain that assaulted his head. Like his memory in surgery and his soul in consumption slowly.

He screamed, groaned and tightly gripped the combed hair until his gaze faded.

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Liu Xing Sheng did not know, should he feel astonished or should be afraid of the current situation. The four dragon statues that were coiled on the pillars had now turned into four living dragons. Staring at him closely with their golden eyes, judging from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair. The warm breath that the dragon breathed out was pure spiritual energy, rejuvenating its fatigue.

"Huang Di, it's great that you can survive even with just a little bit of awareness!" One of the dragons spoke, his voice heavy and deep.

"..." - ".Liu Xing Sheng took a step back as the talking dragon approached.

"However, there is no way that this small fragment is able to rebuild the ninth heaven!" Another dragon with one broken horn.

"Maybe you can't remember it, but our lives were given by you. Assigning us to guard the secret hall was also ordered by you, this time we will return this favor!"

Liu Xing Sheng had yet to make a sound when the four dragons around him broke into a golden mist.

That golden fog entered his body frantically, racing to be the fastest to join his body.

Forcing his meridian to widen.

When Liu Xing Sheng felt his meridians being burned by fire, Xue Hualing was now treading on a familiar palace.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up.

The building before him was a half-collapsed palace of the war god. The black and red stained ruins pierced the eyes, stabbing Hualing's feelings.

It seemed that the demon race for the sake of the Destiny-breaking Bell had invaded the god's holy palace, fouling it with blood and residual grievances.

With heavy strides Hualing passed through the doorway. Passing through the main building then turn at the intersection, walking straight until the steps are stopped in front of a large crater.

Hualing's eyes are hot. Grain of water hangs on the eyelashes, blurring the view.

This place used to be a lotus lake, one of the three most beautiful places in the ninth heaven.

Hualing raised his gaze from the lake that had dried up, looking at the pavilion that stood firmly in the middle of the lake. The white gauze curtain is still in place, occasionally dancing in wind games.

Hualing moved with a flick of the toe, moved with one jump then jumped back with the rest of the lotus flower that still survived even though the water in the lake had dried up.

When he next stepped on his foot, he had been outside the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Hualing stepped unhurriedly, staring at the blurry scenery behind the gauze curtain. It was as if someone he admired was sitting there, playing chess and drinking tea with his back straight.

Only after he flicked the transparent curtain did Hualing know if it was all just a shadow from the past.

His forehead frowned when he did not find a stone table in the pavilion, but rather an old sword with a crack here and there. It was as if a broken object was worthless, instead of the sword of the pride of the war god.

With cold fingertips and trembling hands, Hualing reached out. A dazzling bright light emanated from that light touch, so bright that it blinded the eyes.

"Congratulations that your Majesty has the last ingredient in need!"