My carefree life in space

Chapter 97 Divine Dragon Cangwu

Those watching from the shadows were surprised to find that Mo Ze could withstand their pressure. Did such a strong person really exist in this world?

No, he has spiritual energy on him. What's going on? I've searched many places since I arrived here, but I haven't found any spiritual energy. Where did this person get his spiritual energy from?

If I had met her sooner, would things have turned out differently...?

Clearing his mind of distractions, he continued to pressure Mo Ze. Although he was now only a remnant soul, even with only ten percent of his power remaining, no one here could withstand him. He wanted to see if this person could resist his final blow.

Mo Ze initially handled the situation with ease, but suddenly he found that the pressure falling on him had become even more terrifying.

Mo Ze steeled his resolve. While resisting the oppressive force, he transformed his spiritual power into countless threads, spreading them outwards in an attempt to find the source of the oppressive force.

Found it, that's...

A pair of deep eyes were staring at him. They seemed to have come from ancient times, and their eyes held endless desolation, as well as helplessness and resentment towards the world.

Mo Ze was stunned by the emotions within and momentarily lost his senses. In that instant of distraction, the oppressive force invaded his mental sea. At the critical moment, Mo Ze regained his senses, condensed his mental energy into a wall, and drove it away.

The hidden eye paused, surprised that this human reacted so quickly. "He" showed an expression of appreciation, but did not hold back, and continued to put pressure on Mo Ze.

The momentary lapse in concentration left Mo Ze terrified. If his mental sea had been invaded by an external force, he would have been either dead or turned into an idiot. He dared not be careless again and focused all his attention on dealing with the situation.

Gradually, blood began to flow from Mo Ze's seven orifices, but he still stubbornly persisted. The eyes in the shadows were also suffering; "he" was not a physical entity to begin with, and after a back-and-forth struggle, the light in his eyes dimmed somewhat.

Both sides knew that the final battle for victory was about to begin.

Mo Ze used the remaining spiritual power in his body to condense a golden sword, and used his mental power to control it to stab towards those eyes.

The golden sword, carrying immense power, hurtled towards him, forcing his eyes to turn defensively.

After withdrawing its oppressive aura, aside from the eyes that had appeared at the beginning, "his" figure slowly materialized. Although still a phantom, his overall form was now clearly visible.

Its body is covered in scales, it has thick claws, a powerful tail, and a magnificent horn on its head. Its eyes gleam, and its long whiskers flutter in the wind.

At this moment, it was sweeping its powerful tail at the golden sword that was rushing towards it.

When Lin Shushu arrived, what she saw was the moment when the dragon's tail in the phantom collided with the golden sword. Although they were both phantoms, the huge impact was as real as if it were real. The clanging of the sword and the roar of the dragon stimulated her eardrums.

This shocking scene left her speechless. How could there be a dragon here?

It's important to understand that the Chinese people have no resistance to the dragon; it's a belief that has existed for thousands of years, and its image is deeply ingrained in everyone's bones. In the hearts of ordinary people, the dragon symbolizes both majesty and good fortune.

After the golden sword dissipated in the air, Mo Ze, who controlled it, was backfired. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body couldn't hold on any longer, and he knelt down.

The phantom in the air was in no better shape; the phantom, which had just barely coalesced, was now showing signs of dissipating again.

The blood that Mo Ze spat out brought Lin Shushu back to her senses. She glanced worriedly at the phantom in the air, then quickly went to Mo Ze's side, took out various healing pills and recovery pills from her space, and poured them down his throat.

"Shushu, you're here." Mo Ze swallowed the mouthful of pills with difficulty and greeted Lin Shushu weakly.

Lin Shushu had been unable to contact Mo Ze, so she knew something must have happened and rushed over immediately.

"Why are you fighting?" Lin Shushu asked Mo Ze.

"Does Shushu know what that is?" Judging from Lin Shushu's tone, Mo Ze guessed that she should recognize the phantom in the air.

How should I put it?

In the original world, although the image of the dragon was deeply ingrained in people's minds and was the totem of the Chinese people, everyone knew that it was a figment of the ancients' imagination and did not exist in reality. But since coming into contact with cultivation, Lin Shushu no longer dared to confidently say that dragons did not exist.

Isn't the present moment the best proof?

She looked at the phantom in the air, her eyes flashing with admiration and longing, but then replaced by doubt.

Ever since Lin Shushu appeared, the illusory figure in the air had noticed her. He sensed an even greater fluctuation of spiritual energy emanating from Lin Shushu and knew that he was no match for her. Moreover, he was barely able to solidify even his final illusory form.

He initially intended to hide, but seeing her run towards the human without any intention of intervening, he stayed. After all, there were some things he wanted to understand before disappearing.

He actually understood the complex emotions in Lin Shushu's eyes at that moment. He slowly descended to eye level with Lin Shushu, and the two stared at each other silently.

"Where did you come from, senior?" Lin Shushu asked first.

"And where did you come from? Why do you seem to know me so well?" the phantom asked instead of answering.

"This junior comes from ancient Earth."

The phantom figure didn't react after hearing this, but Mo Ze showed a knowing look.

Although Shushu hadn't explicitly told him about her background, she hadn't deliberately hidden it either. He had always suspected that if Shushu were truly a pitiful girl trapped in the Lin family's courtyard, she couldn't possibly have so many secrets.

He didn't care how Shushu got here or how she became a member of the Lin family. He was just glad that she had come.

Seeing that the phantom seemed confused, Lin Shushu explained, "My ancestors considered themselves descendants of the dragon, and the dragon is a symbol of prosperity, flourishing, and happiness in our land."

With this explanation, the phantom finally remembered. Long ago, there was indeed a people who worshipped their own kind. The people accepted the offerings and in return, they gave corresponding rewards, such as managing agriculture and bringing rain to the people.

Thinking of this, the phantom looked at Lin Shushu with a more friendly gaze. "My name is 'Cangwu', and I come from the Azure Cloud Continent."

"Why are you fighting?" Lin Shushu looked at Mo Ze, then at Cang Wu.

"Is this kid your Daoist partner?" Cangwu still seemed angry.

Although he isn't now, he will be in the future. Lin Shushu nodded. "His name is Mo Ze."

“He attacked the barrier of my burial ground, disturbing my peace.”

Lin Shushu and Mo Ze were both stunned. These words sounded so sad, and their mood immediately became heavy.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't know." Mo Ze said with some self-reproach, "I thought there might be a beast tide hiding in the lake, so I wanted to go down and take a look."

"A beast tide?" Cangwu seemed to be deep in thought.