Ze Tian Ji Way Of Choices Chapter 125 – Red Makeup

Chapter 125 – Red Makeup

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Ethereal Palace was the heart.

All the starlight Chen Changsheng had gathered over these many nights had fallen around the Ethereal Palace, gradually and silently acc.u.mulating.

Upon understanding this point, the Black Dragon displayed even more shock in its eyes.

Chen Changsheng had drawn in starlight for Purification every night yet had gained no result, ultimately forcing him to resolve himself into taking such a ma.s.sive risk and attempting Meditative Introspection in advance. However, he was completely unaware that all the starlight he drew in every night had penetrated through his body and fallen outside his Ethereal Palace, lightly knocking on its door every night.

He was not at Purification, but had directly pa.s.sed Meditation and was in Ethereal Opening!

Just how many nights had it been since he had first lit up his Fated Star?

The Black Dragon stared at the youth collapsed in blood whose breath was about to stop, finding itself so nervous that it almost forgot to breathe.

Ever since the Heavenly Tomes descended upon the world, there had never been anyone who cultivated like Chen Changsheng. This was because very few people had his stainless const.i.tution, and there were also very few people who lived under the shadow of death every night and who possessed an unimaginable perseverance and will. Even if someone did possess all these straits, those people did not have his sort of good luck.

Without luck, he would still die. Even if he directly leapt past the two realms of Purification and Meditation, and succeeded in entering Ethereal Opening, he would still die. There could be no mistake with the cultivation realms that had been developed through the sum knowledge of humanity. It was simply impossible to leap past cultivation realms, and a cultivator who had not succeeded at Purification would never be able to withstand the energy released when star radiance converted into true essence.

Chen Changsheng's heart was still forcefully beating, but less and less blood was coming out of those burst veins. With his tightly closed eyes and his pale face, he looked like a corpse.

The Black Dragon silently stared at him, its eyes a turmoil of emotions: struggle, hesitation, unwillingness.

It knew that it was Chen Changsheng's good luck.

Chen Changsheng was on the verge of death, and not even the rarest of panaceas could save him now. Not even the personal appearance of a Saint like the Pope would be able to save him, but the Black Dragon could.

In the entire world, only one method existed to save Chen Changsheng.

The Black Dragon hesitated and struggled for a very long time. When it thought about its bitter encounter with humanity that had led it to being imprisoned for several centuries, it truly wished to turn and leave and wait for Chen Changsheng to die.

For just a human youth, it had to pay such a great price?

But…it had not been easy for him to finally gain this chance at life.

In addition, it still needed him to help it with something.

In addition, he really was the first person it had truly gotten to know in the past several hundred years.

Perhaps his one chance at life was also its own one chance at life?

The Black Dragon silently thought, yet it failed to sense that it was truthfully just seeking an excuse for it to save this human youth.

After some time, it finally made a decision.

The Black Dragon floated in front of Chen Changsheng and let out a deep roar. With this roar, a scale between the dragon's eyes gleamed.

It raised its right foreclaw and slowly approached this scale.

Squelch.

This dragonscale broke.

Blood gushed out of this small wound.

It was the true blood of the dragon.

Splash.

The dragon's blood poured down from the dark air and fell on the ground, drenching Chen Changsheng's entire body.

It was just a simple action, but it seemed to consume all of the Black Dragon's strength. This amount of dragon blood was sufficient to immerse Chen Changsheng's entire body, but compared to the ma.s.sive size of the dragon's body, it wasn't much at all. Yet for some reason, it quickly weakened.

The Black Dragon slowly descended to the ground, its whisker lifelessly drifting in the air. Then, the slightly twisted and ma.s.sive body of the dragon became utterly devoid of vitality, transforming into a silently sleeping mountain range.

Soon after, an incredibly mystical event took place.

Dragonscales sc.r.a.ped against the icy ground, rustling like the crumbling of metal or stone.

The Black Dragon was slowly getting shorter! Slowly getting smaller!

The sleeping black mountain range was gradually becoming a mountain ridge!

The Black Dragon continued to shrink!

The mountain ridge transformed into a small protrusion on the ground.

Those scales covered in frost and dust became an old and black-colored dress!

After a moment, a hand slowly emerged from the dress, a white and tender hand.

This hand fell on the ground and slightly pushed, propping her body off the ground.

Under the black dress was a little girl.

A very beautiful girl.

The little girl's face was frigid, its pupils two slits. She was naturally enchanting and although she was very young, she gave off a feeling of extreme callousness.

Between her eyes was a red line, as if something was broken there.

It was a wound that was very difficult to heal, but it was very beautiful, just like the sort of makeup that was very popular in the capital of the Great Zhou several centuries ago.

She was not able to stand up, as she was currently very weak and exhausted, but also because two thin chains were tied to her ankles.

These chains were covered in rust and extended into the darkness, to be held in the death grip of the portraits of those two legendary Divine Generals on the stone wall.

She gazed at Chen Changsheng amongst the blood and said with a grim expression, "If you betray me, I will overcome my disgust and eat you."

She spoke with great indifference and composure, but also with great certainty.

She spoke in human language, her voice melodious and pleasant to hear, a good match for her young and tender appearance. She looked in every way like a little girl.

In reality, in terms of human age, she just so happened to be thirteen or fourteen.

Chen Changsheng's wrecked body was covered in blood.

But now it was not clear which was his own blood and which was the dragon's.

He was soaked in her blood.

The true blood of the dragon was slowly repairing his body.

Those burst veins were visibly closing back together. The tattered skin was slowly becoming smooth once more under the light of the Night Pearls. As for the snapped bones and damaged internal organs, they naturally required more time, but it was evident that all of it was taking a turn for the better.

His face was still pale, but his breathing was gradually stabilizing.

The black-clothed girl stared at him, stared for a very long time.

Only after this long period of time could she confirm that Chen Changsheng would live, that her drop of precious dragon blood had not been wasted. She could no longer support her weak body, and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Chen Changsheng slept across from her in the pool of blood.

The two lay in the cold s.p.a.ce, sleeping across from each other.

Steam slowly drifted about while pieces of b.l.o.o.d.y coral lay scattered across the floor.

It was all blood, yet it seemed like a scene from the paradise that was the Divine Kingdom.

Wind and snow covered the sky, and this place just outside the Imperial Palace was quiet and deserted.

Two Snow Mastiffs gleefully played in the snow, pouncing at each other. Only the cold light flas.h.i.+ng through their eyes could make people remember just how savage and terrifying these beings were.

The palace maid held their leashes and stood on the side, looking bored to death. A snowflake drifted past her face, upon which a hint of red makeup could still be seen in the center of her brow. Unexpectedly, it was Mo Yu. She had originally been a palace maid, and if she had not been recognized by the Divine Empress, her only fate as the descendant of a criminal official would be to suffer in some remote and cold palace until she died.

A figure gradually appeared in the snow and Mo Yu smiled as she walked forward to welcome it.

The Divine Empress paid no attention to those prostrate Snow Mastiffs expressing their humility and fear, and walked expressionlessly to the well.

After a moment, her eyebrows slightly rose and she felt rather speechless. He had still managed to survive in this state?