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Zhong Ming quickly walked over and supported Xuan Hao, who was leaning against the wall.

Zhong Ming frowned and wanted to ask about Xuan Hao's situation. What exactly did he go through just now that he became like this again? Zhong Ming carefully used the Spiritual Sense to check Xuan Hao's current body. However, the result of the Spiritual Sense's detection was that Xuan Hao's body didn't show even the slightest trace of abnormality, and was extremely healthy. Zhong Ming was unable to understand. Xuan Hao's current appearance was extremely similar to his own body, which was once damaged by the Spiritual Sense.

"Relax." Zhong Ming's gaze suddenly turned serious. Although he could directly enter into Xuan Hao's sea of consciousness, due to his respect for Xuan Hao, he needed Xuan Hao's permission.

Although Xuan Hao didn't seem to have much strength, and his lips were pale. His entire body seemed to be dehydrated and looked exceptionally weak and weak, he was still able to mobilize his thoughts to understand Xuan Hao's meaning. His face was pale as he leaned against the wall behind him. The back of his head was pressed tightly against the wall and he closed his eyes, casting a thick shadow with his long eyelashes over Xuan Hao's face, which gave him an even more fragile look.

Zhong Ming checked Xuan Hao's Sea of Consciousness to make sure there were no problems before withdrawing.

Zhong Ming looked at Xuan Hao's current appearance and didn't dare to ask too much. Thus, Zhong Ming quietly sat with him on the ground.

The ground was now exceptionally flat. The shattered rocks had all been destroyed when the formation was broken, and only a few pieces of dust remained on the walls.

When Xuan Hao finally recovered, Zhong Ming finally shifted his gaze to Xuan Hao's face. Xuan Hao's slightly slackened eyes looked very different from before. Normally, he was brimming with energy, he was either evil or gentle, and at all times, he emitted the unique charm of a young man. However, today, he was like an old man who was on the verge of death, and his eyes were as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

Zhong Ming didn't do anything for a long time as he looked at Xuan Hao. He just silently watched a young man who he had never seen before. He was obviously young and frivolous, but he seemed to have experienced a thousand sails. The feeling he gave Zhong Ming was that he had died of a heart attack, as if he could sit there forever.

Xuan Hao just watched like that. Zhong Ming sat beside Xuan Hao and watched. Zhong Ming seemed to be in a predicament. Zhong Ming guessed that it was probably because of Xuan Hao's previous experience.

If Zhong Ming wasn't wrong, and if Xuan Hao still had a dead knot, then it must be a part of Xuan Hao's previous memories. Xuan Hao's inner demons were very obvious, and it was very easy to be taken advantage of by others, so Zhong Ming let Xuan Hao rest on the spot. However, even though Zhong Ming and Xuan Hao were on guard, they were still taken advantage of by this man-eating city, and Xuan Hao still suffered heavy injuries.

As Zhong Ming expected, Xuan Hao seemed to have received an extremely strong mental shock. This event was indeed directly related to the tragic and heroic past Zhong Ming had previously seen.

Many people say that war is the cruelest thing. Many people experienced war, and after war, people would only remember those warriors who had been buried underground for a long time. Instead, they would forget those who survived after war. Survivors, baptized by war, most will have psychological trauma and will never be cured. These hidden wounds would be left with the survivors for the rest of their lives, until the survivors were buried in the ground to rest. They would be left with traces of the damage left behind by the war.

Xuan Hao was now like those lucky survivors. In his heart, he had left behind the sacrifice of his entire clan to protect the peace and desolation of the Divine Realm border. He also left behind the miserable experience of him dying two deaths.

In fact, if Zhong Ming didn't say it, Xuan Hao wouldn't want to do it. He thought that he had forgotten the specific details of those days, but memories always made a big difference. The more Xuan Hao thought that he had forgotten them, the more profound he remembered them.

People always said that time was the best medicine to cure all pain. However, the effect of time to Xuan Hao and Zhong Ming was very different. To Zhong Ming, time was only the catalyst to urge him to grow and ignite his flames of vengeance. Time, to Xuan Hao, was like a sleeping pill. Originally, he had thought that he was very strong, that he would be able to endure the pain as if he had swallowed a pill, that he would be able to fall asleep soon enough. However, even if he woke up, he would still feel uncomfortable. Right now, his heart felt as if it was tightly grasped by someone's hand, and even breathing felt uncomfortable. This kind of mental state, if placed on Earth, would probably be the precursor of depression. However, Zhong Ming knew what kind of person Xuan Hao was. If he was easily tricked by this little trick, then Zhong Ming wouldn't be him. He believed in Xuan Hao very much. He would definitely be able to overcome this crisis. However, Zhong Ming didn't need to see Xuan Hao wandering around the edge of danger.

He reached out and grabbed Mystic Hao's hair, which was already up to his shoulders. He looked like a slightly neutral girl, but his flat body and prominent Adam's apple and the aura around him made him look a little more handsome. His hair was a little astringent, and in these days of fighting, he didn't have much time to tidy up his appearance. He was just a handsome boy that was close to having a beard and turning into a greasy uncle.

Xuan Hao somewhat disdained him. He used a cleansing incantation and washed Xuan Hao from head to toe. Then, he used a drying incantation to dry Xuan Hao's clothes. The entire process took less than five minutes.

After Wu Shuang finished, he looked at Xuan Hao, who was behaving like a human, and felt a little bit accomplished. He then inexplicably had the kind of joy of teaching his own child to do something. However, the excitement would pass and Zhong Ming only paused for a moment before he stopped paying attention to these chores. His original intention was to let Xuan Hao relax a little. He didn't want Xuan Hao to indulge himself in the matters that he wasn't willing to talk about and couldn't pass. Even if he lived his entire life in the sewer, he would always learn to sit in the sewer and look up at the stars, the vast world outside, and occasionally imagine the beautiful human world. In this world, everyone had no pain, no suffering, and no smooth sailing. Being born and living, Immortal Cultivator couldn't change his fate. However, he could cultivate until he ascended, and when he arrived in the sky, he would no longer be able to control fate in the human world. As for Xuan Hao, as the descendant of the Ancient Divine Dragon Clan, he also possessed this ability. As long as he wished for it, he could ascend into the ranks of the Dragon Clan anytime he wanted.

However, there was a hint of incompleteness in the legacy that Xuan Hao's father had passed on to him. Xuan Hao had previously thought that he had no right to see it. After the entire clan had died, he thought that there was no need to see it. As a result, that memory as well as everything regarding the dragon race was sealed away in the memory stone and hidden in a place Xuan Hao had desperately tried to forget.

The moment Zhong Ming and Xuan Hao separated, Xuan Hao stepped on that piece of stone and he entered into the illusion. He experienced everything that happened once again. This time, he did not feel any pain. He could only watch as one of his compatriots after another died in front of him without being able to do anything. He could only say that he would not die in such a place. However, in the end, he was still unable to bear the second round of malicious attacks.

Xuan Hao wasn't just a dragon. From the moment he turned into a human, he was destined to maintain a close relationship with the structure of a human for the rest of his life. Xuan Hao's spiritual world was not much inferior to that of a real human. In fact, it was far beyond his peers. However, it was precisely because of this that his mentality collapsed.

It was said that foolish people were blessed with idiots, and it was not a good thing for them to be too smart and sensitive, especially when Xuan Hao saw the appointment plan that he had made at that time that had ultimately led to the extinction of all his clansmen, including himself. However, he could not cry. It was not because men did not cry easily, but that instant of guilt, self-blame, regret, and sadness overwhelmed him. He was so suppressed that he could not even cry if he wanted to. He had already known that it would be like this. He would not even participate in the ceremony with them, so if he did not go, would the God Dragon Clan's destruction not occur in this world?

Zhong Ming slowly said some comforting words and tried to give Xuan Hao a comforting word. However, he found that his mouth was very smooth. Being able to say the two names Zhong Ming and Xuan Hao together in this kind of situation made him somewhat inspired.

The more Zhong Ming thought about it, the more biased he became. However, time slowed down to a crawl. He only stood up when he felt that he had reached the limit of his imagination.

Zhong Ming raised his hand and patted Xuan Hao's shoulder. His voice was deep and pleasant to listen to. There was a trace of coldness in his calm voice as he said, "You're up. Let's continue walking."

Zhong Ming had accompanied Little Xuanhao for a period of time, which was already the limit of what Zhong Ming could endure. He saw Zhong Ming's complexion gradually improving, and he immediately decided to leave the tower.

Xuan Hao also didn't have much of an idea. Even though his heart was in turmoil, and ten thousand types of pessimistic feelings were filling up his heart, Xuan Hao didn't have much of an idea. Right now, his only thought was to quickly obtain the spirit grass or ask his master for a Tranquil Heart Pill.

Thinking of this, even though Xuan Hao painstakingly tried to adjust the situation, Zhong Ming was still able to tell what Xuan Hao wanted with just a glance. Thus, Zhong Ming handed Xuan Hao a Tranquil Heart Pill. However, Tranquil Heart Pill was actually no different from the sleeping pills on Earth. Eating one was fine, but eating too much would result in dependence, so Zhong Ming said, "You can't rely on this pill, it's a three-way poison. Although I can help you clear out your pill poison, but you better not add a weakness to yourself." Zhong Ming turned his head and looked at Xuan Hao. He slowly and deliberately paused, allowing Xuan Hao to hear him clearly.

Xuan Hao nodded. He raised his hand and threw the pill into his mouth.

He lifted his arm and propped himself up against the wall. Although his lips were still pale, the overall feeling was exceptionally good.0

Zhong Ming and Xuan Hao slowly but firmly stepped onto the stairs on the right side of the room and walked down.

They were about to arrive at the first level.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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