Chapter 4910 — Do You Remember Half-Moon Lake?
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How long it lasted, Wei Zhao could not say, but at last he dragged himself through that third bolt of lightning in a sorry state indeed. His whole body was scorched black from head to foot, no different from a miner crawled out of a coal pit—and a ragged, broken-down vagabond at that. The sight was enough to break the hearts of all who heard of it and draw tears from all who saw.
"Didn't I tell you? You'd survive it, kid. Keep at it!" the ghostly thing cackled.
"Oh, come on! Senior, don't mock me—a few more of those and I really will die. If you've got some trick, please just use it, I can't hold on much longer..." Wei Zhao said, his voice weak with exhaustion. He was certain that with the ghostly thing's abilities, it could not truly be at its wit's end; if it would only lift a hand, there was surely a way out!
To his surprise, the ghostly thing merely pursed its lips and said, "What trick would I have? If I had a trick, I'd have taught it to you long ago—why would I let you suffer like this? We're on the same side, after all. I'm no deranged lunatic; why would I just sit and watch you get struck for nothing..."
Wei Zhao was speechless and rolled his eyes. Frankly, he strongly suspected the ghostly thing was a deranged lunatic. He had never asked for particulars, but he was certain this creature had lived at least a thousand years—and had eked out its existence in this neither-human-nor-ghost form for so long. If it had not a single psychological problem, that would be the real wonder.
"Still, to be honest, after watching the show this long, I've finally made out something," the ghostly thing said suddenly, its tone turning strange and quiet. This was a matter of life and death, after all; it could not truly sit by and do nothing. For Wei Zhao to escape this place on his own was, at bottom, a fool's dream.
"Made out what?" Wei Zhao's spirits lifted at once.
"This place is no small matter," the ghostly thing said gravely.
Tell me something I don't know! Wei Zhao rolled his eyes again. This was the legendary City of Thunder Burials, and he had already been struck three times in a row—his whole body was nearly cooked through. Could this possibly be some ordinary place?
"This is no idle talk. Have you forgotten, kid—though I have no physical body now, I have been nourished inside this jade pendant of yours for so long that my primordial spirit has long since recovered to its peak, and has even advanced beyond what it was! Yet this place can still cut off my divine sense. Do you know what that means?" the ghostly thing said, its tone heavy.
"What does it mean?" Wei Zhao asked quickly.
"It means this place is no formation at all. Never in all of Cloud Terrace Island has a formation been able to cut off my divine sense completely—even the most profound formations I have ever witnessed could at most constrain my divine sense. They could never render it utterly useless, as it is now," the ghostly thing said with feeling.
"Then what is it?" Wei Zhao was struck with awe, though he scarcely understood. Since this was the City of Thunder Burials, the most natural logic was to conclude that some exceedingly formidable formation here was entirely blocking his divine sense—but that conclusion had now been refuted by the ghostly thing. With all its knowledge, it truly could not think of any other possibility for the moment.
"Do you still remember that Half-Moon Lake on the North Island?" the ghostly thing asked instead of answering.
"Of course I remember!" Wei Zhao nodded at once. That Half-Moon Lake was arguably the most staggering thing he had seen since coming to Cloud Terrace Island—the entire lake was the true body of a single spirit beast. What manner of horrifying thing was that!