Chapter 403 Awakening

The sky in front of me was blood red, without any clouds floating, only the bright red like boiling blood, as if this sky was just the burning corpse of a certain god.

The gravel under me was moist, and even though it was just a simple skin contact, I could smell the greasy taste of blood buried deep in the gravel.

Faintly, I could hear the extremely tragic roars of fighting, the clanging of swords and the sound of broken bones and flesh echoing under the gravel. It seemed that a very terrible war had broken out here in the past years, and the remaining fighting spirit of both sides had deeply permeated this land.

Mary Mostan opened her eyes on this land.

Hiss——

Hiss——

Crack——

Crack——

There seemed to be a strange noisy sound in her head, like a deformed giant snake roaring unwillingly to the sky, but it could not delay the arrival of the destruction.

That touch of anger, panic, fear, despair, and even the sudden realization before the moment of destruction.

It still remains in Mary Mostan's head, clear and vague, as if someone used the influence of the heart to instill these emotions into the female dancer's consciousness, trying to make her remember and resonate.

But how can an event that has never been experienced personally cause emotional resonance?

In the few breaths when the female dancer woke up, the unwilling obsession of the exploding giant snake that was desperately left in the gradually healing darkness had completely dissipated and faded.

After Mary Mostan woke up, she first felt abnormal weakness, which penetrated her body and mind, making her feel exhausted.

Then there was a strong pain and itching sensation rushing towards her!

The pain came from her two arms, accompanied by the numbness of broken bones, as if her arms had suffered a terrible blow during her coma.

And the looming itching sensation was all over every inch of her skin.

Mary clearly remembered that this kind of itchy feeling that made people want to scratch it mostly only appeared when the injury was almost completely healed - so not only were the bones of my arms broken, but every inch of my skin had been slightly cut?

She struggled to get up from the gravel.

With the flexibility gained from years of dancing, even without using her arms to support herself, her seemingly slender waist had enough explosive power to sit up.

A piece of dry skin like a broken sack slid off Mary's body, and only then could she clearly observe her current physical condition.

The white skin was covered with fine scars, although each scar did not look serious alone, at most it could only be regarded as a thin flesh wound pierced by a small dagger.

But when these fine scars covered every inch of skin, the dense scars looked particularly creepy, as if she had experienced the horrific torture of thousands of cuts in the ancient East.

It is a woman's nature to love beauty, even female dancers who study invisible arts are not immune to this.

Mary looked down at her shocking skin, and a trace of worry appeared between her eyebrows.

She unconsciously wanted to activate the heart in her soul body, radiate the vitality of life and invest it into this scarred body to speed up the healing of those ugly scars.

Fortunately, although her arms were in unbearable pain, she had not completely lost consciousness. The female dancer was still able to endure the pain and control her hands.

She immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, changing to the lotus position of Badma Asana, with her palms and soles facing the bloody sky, and her slightly twitching ten fingers condensed into a seal of wisdom.

In the breathing rhythm that matched the rhythm of heaven and earth, Mary's mind quickly calmed down.

Her thinking also seemed to gradually rise, gradually separating from the body, and the pain of broken bones and the itching of scabs gradually left her.

Mary was able to clearly see her soul body and see the dark and boundless spiritual world.

But then, the darkness that symbolized Mary's spiritual world began to vibrate violently in the next moment.

A horrifying scream resounded in the chaotic void.

"Where is my moth phase?!"

"Where is the moth phase that I worked so hard to nurture to the fifth level?!!!"

Inside the female dancer's soul body, there was only the broken Qi phase and the haggard and decadent Xin phase left!

This sudden bad news directly interrupted Mary's meditation process, and her spirit returned to the scarred flesh again because it was filled with mottled thoughts.

She spit out a mouthful of hot blood in her heart, splashing on the gravel in front of her.

The fresh and hot blood fell into the gravel and instantly penetrated into the sand, as if it was greedily drunk by the sand.

The originally clear mind became drowsy because of the terrifying news, and the female dancer's head seemed to be filled with the strange crackling and hissing of the moth's influence.

"But the moth in the skull has clearly disappeared, so where does the crackling sound that is resonating in the skull come from???"

Mary tried her best to search her brain for any secret technique related to the secret of the moth, but no matter how hard she racked her brains, the content of the secret technique of the moth in her head was blank... It was as if her memory was completely erased by a black eraser!

"I actually lost my memory of the secret of the moth?!"

"What happened during my coma?!!"

After being shocked and stunned, Mary's turbulent heart immediately calmed down. She began to carefully browse her memory, trying to dig out the truth about the disappearance of her moth phase.

"I vaguely remember that before I fell into a coma, I was standing on the top of the Kindness Mountain, chanting the ritual spell from Mr. Watson to open the tomb of the Shadowless Kings..."

"But then I completely lost my self-awareness because of the loss of control of the Qi phase..."

"At that time, the angry ancient lion was rushing back quickly. According to the opponent's speed and the estimated full opening time before I fell into a coma... We probably collided head-on with the lion."

"So the injuries on my body were caused by the ancient lion?"

Mary looked at her two arms in confusion. The forearms of both arms were wrapped with old bandages and simple brackets. The gray-white brackets on both sides looked like the skeletons of some creatures.

But even with such crude materials, this fracture fixation and binding surgery was done very well, so that the torn radius and ulna could be seamlessly combined. The operator even tied a girlish bow at the end of the bandage with great taste.

The old cloth bow stained with black blood was trembling slightly with the movements of the female dancer's hands, as if dancing.

Mary looked at the dancing bows at the elbows of her arms, and suddenly a long-lost warmth emerged in her heart... It seemed that she hadn't felt this way for a long time since her mother left.

Even the cold heart seemed to melt for this pair of mottled fluttering butterflies.

But it was only a seeming, and the female dancer's heart returned to coldness and ruthlessness in an instant.

"Now is not the time to be weak, quickly recall what happened!"

"What happened after I opened the entrance ceremony to the royal tomb?"

The female dancer's eyebrows were deeply folded.

"After I opened the entrance to the royal mausoleum, a lady surrounded by snakes slowly walked out of the vortex that could swallow up the morning sun?"