Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1465: Chapter 378: My Potential Surpasses Your Imagination (Part 2)

Death is not the end, but a weightier way to lift the tribe to higher skies.

The post-war ritual continues.

The remains collected by the Dragon Wing Clan warriors from the battlefield are continuously repaired into the city walls.

There is no sorrow throughout the process, each Dragon Wing Clan warrior’s eyes glisten with spirited war intent.

When the last scale is embedded into the wall, the Dragon Descendant raises the Dragon Breath Rule in hand, looks up to the sky, and lets out a low, deep howl.

The haunting sound is like an ancient war song.

The other Dragon Wing Clan members follow suit, howling, their voices converging and echoing through the canyon.

As the howling subsides, the Dragon Descendant bends down to pick up a handful of dust, sprinkling it onto the city wall.

Tribe members bend down in turn, picking up scorched earth and scattering it onto the city wall.

The movements are slow and solemn, paying homage and bidding farewell to the fallen warriors.

The ritual comes to an end.

The Dragon Wing Clan members, led by the Dragon Descendant, turn to walk toward the ruined city, their silhouettes stretched long under the somber sky, each step firm and resolute.

Because the scorched earth beneath their feet is mixed with the bones and blood of their kin.

Just as their fathers and forefathers did, ultimately turning into dust and clay under the city walls, nurturing the strength for the next rise.

Generation after generation, passing the baton forward, every inch of land in this canyon is soaked with the blood of ancestors.

And the climb to the peak continues.

...

Back in the city, Long Yi, who assumed the position of the Great Dragon Lord, begins organizing the tribe members to repair the damaged Dragon Court City.

During this time, Ji Chen is ever-present.

The Player Corps has already left, but his encounter with the Dragon Descendant has just begun.

Once the post-war matters are arranged, the Dragon Descendant and Ji Chen sit on the city head.

The golden glow of the setting sun spills over the crumbling city walls, casting the figures of the Dragon Descendant and Ji Chen as silhouettes, overlapping on the cracked land.

Wan Feng carries the scent of distant scorched earth, sweeping by, and Ji Chen sways the bottle in his hand, tossing it to the Dragon Descendant.

The amber liquid inside glimmers faintly in the sunset.

The Dragon Wing receives the bottle, biting off the cap, drinking the Spiritual Wine in one gulp, turning to look at Ji Chen:

"Now you should tell me."

Saying this, its claw points to the spot on Ji Chen’s chest where a fatal wound once was, now exuding vibrant vitality.

It is left unspoken, but Ji Chen understands what the Dragon Descendant wants to convey.

It is perhaps asking, how did this body, destined for eternal rest, come back to life?

Ji Chen gazes at the distant sunset, the remaining sun gilding his ashen hair with a golden red, the bottle in his hand swaying lightly, creating tiny ripples in the amber liquid:

"Back then, I indeed returned to the Hometown World according to the spatial coordinates you set."

"I had already thought about spending my remaining days in peace, using what little life I have left to look at my long-separated homeland, understand how the Hometown World changed in the years I was gone, go to my parents’ graves to pay my respects... also, I must see if the locust flowers still bloom outside my childhood home."

Ji Chen tilts his head back, taking a swig of the wine:

"In truth, I am well aware, that after 200 years, the changes in the Hometown World are immense, the people I wished to see, the scenery I hoped to view, have long been worn down beyond recognition by time."

Hearing this, the golden vertical pupils of the Dragon Descendant reflect the path of the sun sinking into the distant mountains:

"Your life span is truly short."

"Indeed, as fleeting as the last sip left in the bottle." Ji Chen shakes the nearly empty bottle:

"Barely having the chance to savor it, only to be left with a mouthful of emptiness... What I treasure, in the White Demon World is a memory, back home it remains a memory."

"But the changes in the Hometown World exceeded my expectations, making me feel estranged, the environment there is far harsher than I imagined."

"The air is filled with exhaust, and it’s hard to capture Spiritual Energy, every breath stings my lungs, even the basic clean air has become a luxury; I later learned that during the years I was gone, the Hometown World underwent multiple Descent Wars."

Here, Ji Chen pauses to explain:

"The wars I’m talking about aren’t the tribal slaughters you understand, but otherworldly civilizations turning my Hometown World into an arena, each war bringing severe pollution, meanwhile, many living creatures from the otherworldly realms entered alliances formed by the Hometown World, giving me the impression of... having traveled to another world, rather than the home I remember."

"This unsettling feeling made me feel out of place in the Hometown World, and the worsening environment gradually consumed the vitality which was already on the brink."

"When I first descended, my kin treated me as an interdimensional invader, almost dissecting me for research."

"Luckily, those were just interludes; I soon acquired a new identity, and confirmed the fact that I came from two hundred years ago......."

As Ji Chen speaks, the Dragon Descendant listens quietly.

"After accepting the inevitable fate of death, I instead found unprecedented peace; I truly acknowledged it then, accepted the decay of this body, accepted the unfamiliarity of home, accepted the fact that all encounters have their endings."

"During the days of being imprisoned by my kin, I imparted the knowledge you taught me to the people of the Hometown World, preparing to live out my final years in a quiet, beautiful place, then revisit the long-lasting memories of the White Demon World until my last breath fades, and I rest eternally in my homelands."

Ji Chen looks at the distant mountains, seemingly lost in memories.

The Dragon Descendant waits for a long time but still doesn’t hear the answer it seeks, its eyes wide in inquiry:

"So, what does this have to do with you coming to Monster World, what happens next?"