Colonial Suit

After that, Blood瞳 and the others stayed in the Prince's mansion, waiting for Boya's return.

This wait lasted seven days.

Every day, there were excellent delicacies and fine wines, with countless beautiful women coming and going. Butler Li was always waiting by their side, ready to fulfill Blood瞳's orders. Thousands of servants revolved around Blood瞳 and his companions. If they wanted, they could have anything from this dynasty, even the lychees from Dongling, the mare's milk grapes from Xijiang, the dried fruits and fresh vegetables from Beiyang, and even the tributes from the imperial palace were no exception.

It was only then that Blood瞳 realized how much power the Prince of Anding wielded. It could be said that in this dynasty, although he was not the emperor, he was more powerful than the emperor. He did not participate in state affairs, but every word he spoke had more authority than the emperor. The entire country was more like his backyard than the emperor's domain.

Therefore, Blood瞳 naturally received the highest level of service.

People helped him dress when he got up, held the bowl for him when he ate, and even when he went to bed, two beautiful concubines would crawl into his blankets to 'warm the bed.' But Blood瞳 knew that with just a glance from him, these two concubines would be more than willing to develop 'warming the bed' into something more intimate.

However, this was not the life he wanted.

Beautiful concubines, sweet songs, fine wine, and the scent of powder concealed the smell of blood. This was the ancient dynasty's gentle embrace, but not Blood瞳's harbor. Even if the concubines here were gentle and the servants were respectful, Blood瞳 still felt a sense of inexplicable urgency, as if someone was driving him from behind with a whip.

So, on the morning of the seventh day, he found Butler Li, wanting to know when Boya would return.

Butler Li's attitude was extremely respectful, the kind of respect that would allow him to prostrate himself and lick his boots at any time. But the answer greatly disappointed Blood瞳.

No one knew the whereabouts of the Prince of Anding, not even him. So Blood瞳 could only wait.

This wait turned into another seven days, then another seven days, and then another seven days...

A month had passed...

Blood瞳 stood by the small lake in the Prince's mansion, gazing at the ripples and waterfowl on the lake, his eyes somewhat blurred.

Boya had been gone for a month. During this month, they had spent every day in a gentle embrace, like a dream. A month was neither long nor short, but in this world of hedonistic pleasures, Blood瞳 felt a trace of fear.

He realized that his reactions were becoming sluggish.

Every day, he still underwent rigorous training, torturing himself with various methods. His companions were the same. The burning vitality had long since stopped, and he now felt that his body was like a pool of stagnant water, difficult to stir up any waves. The bio-energy pool within his body was still operating, but Blood瞳 could feel a trace of death within it, as if it was gradually withering and approaching exhaustion.

All of this had happened within a short month, so fast that Blood瞳 found it hard to accept.

He really couldn't imagine what kind of power could cause all of this, but he knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Boya's absence for a month indicated that he had encountered some trouble. And the only thing that could cause him this trouble was the Demon Armor Warriors who had previously broken into the ruins.

They were all the most outstanding elites from the Third World, and there were even higher-level experts leading them. Blood瞳 found it hard to imagine how difficult they would be to deal with. Although this was Krodir's home field, with the five most outstanding Overlords in Krodir's history serving as guardians, they only had their avatars left. The time was too long... Even Krodir's great civilization could not maintain immortal vitality. Perhaps... from the moment he set foot on this planet, the glory of Krodir's five Overlords would be extinguished in the dust...

Blood瞳 squatted down, picked up a stone, and threw it into the small lake. With a splash, the stone stirred up ripples and startled a flock of waterfowl.

In a pavilion on the island in the center of the lake in front of him, graceful singing was still floating, with beautiful figures dancing gracefully, creating a dreamlike scene. But Blood瞳's pupils suddenly contracted, flashing a hint of coldness.

He stood up and was about to return to his residence when he saw an old figure walking towards him from behind.

"Sir, do you have any orders?" Butler Li asked respectfully, as humble and careful as ever, his old body almost bent to the ground.

"Do you... have any news of the Prince?"

"No, the Prince never informs us servants of what he's doing," Butler Li replied as always. But this time Blood瞳 didn't say much, just nodded slightly and walked out of the garden. Ten minutes later, Blood瞳 led his team out of the Prince's mansion and into the crowd outside.

Blood瞳 wanted to find the answer himself.

Since Boya couldn't give him the trial, then he would find the altar and find the exit.

Blood瞳 didn't want to wait any longer, because the longer he waited, the more he realized that he was weakening. This weakening was not only physical but even his spirit was gradually becoming numb, as if he had been poisoned with a slow-acting poison. So he could only leave, before he lost the strength to act.

This departure lasted another half a year. During this half year, Blood瞳 led his team through many places, the royal city of the dynasty, remote towns, and even the mountains and ridges beyond the borders. He visited many people, some were famous scholars, and some were well-informed local snakes, but without exception, he did not get any information. The entire dynasty was like a closed world, trapping him within it.

The more Blood瞳 searched, the more disappointed he became, and at the same time, he was surprised to discover a fact. That was, he could no longer mobilize energy. He and his companions, including Wright, had all unknowingly lost the ability to mobilize energy. They could no longer fly, nor did they possess the power to overturn mountains and seas and destroy the heavens and the earth. Their once keen thoughts were also as stiff as if they were frozen, and they could no longer drive them in the slightest. No one could say when this change had occurred, as if they had never possessed these abilities in the first place. And in Blood瞳's conversations with his companions, he gradually discovered that they seemed to be losing themselves as well.

In the beginning, Robbie and the twin siblings could still comfort themselves and chat with him about some jokes and interesting things to pass the time, but as time went by, they began to become dull, increasingly unwilling to speak, and later completely lost the possibility of conversation. They followed him like walking corpses, ignoring everything except his orders.

His team had completely lost its vitality.

Blood瞳 didn't know how these changes had occurred, but a faint fear arose from the bottom of his heart. This feeling was unfamiliar, he hadn't been afraid for a long time. But at this moment, it seemed so strong and distinct that even Blood瞳's tenacity couldn't help but feel cold.

But he was still searching, gritting his teeth, searching step by step.

His next target was the Eastern Sea Horn, the most marginal area of the dynasty. This place had always been regarded as the location for exiled officials. But Blood瞳 had received news from a great scholar that it was rumored that immortals had been seen here.

Blood瞳 did not believe in the legends of immortals. In his eyes, the so-called immortals were a group of strong people with enough strength to break through the void. He used to be one of them, but at this moment, he was only a little stronger than ordinary people.

Long-term paralysis had made him lose almost all his abilities. Apart from a strong physique and sufficient combat experience, he had nothing left. Even his trusted companions and subordinates had become a group of walking corpses who only knew how to obey orders.

This feeling was terrible, terrible enough to make the strongest warrior collapse. But Blood瞳 still persisted...

He wanted to live. To live well.

The will to survive from the apocalypse overcame the fear of the unknown, allowing him to persevere until now, and it seemed that he would continue to persevere until death.

After another two months, Blood瞳 finally arrived at his destination. When he crossed a high mountain and saw the surging sea and the endless sea level below, his mind was suddenly shaken. It was a shock that transcended the soul, as if he had broken free from his restraints and saw the dawn of light.

Blood瞳's mood suddenly became cheerful, and all his troubles seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment. Surrounded by many companions, he walked towards the beach, where there was a small fishing village.

There was no one in the small fishing village, all the rooms were empty. Blood瞳 only saw an old fisherman on a reef by the sea.

The old fisherman was sitting there fishing, for who knew how long. The clothes on his body had rotted, leaving only rags, and his body was as thin as skin and bones, but his spirit was extremely good, and his eyes were bright and energetic.

When Blood瞳 walked behind him, the old fisherman suddenly 'shushed' and said softly, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb my fish."

Blood瞳 looked at the waves lapping against the shore and listened to the thunderous sound of the tide. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

In this situation, there were still fish? And he needed to hide his presence? This old fisherman was really endearingly pedantic.

But he still lightened his steps as he was told, and walked little by little behind the old fisherman.

From his angle, he could clearly see that there was no fishing line on the old fisherman's fishing rod. He was just holding a bare fishing rod to fish, the tip of the rod was at least three meters above the water.

"How can you catch fish doing this?" Blood瞳 couldn't help but feel strange.

However, the old fisherman ignored him, still concentrating on looking at the water under the fishing rod, and after a long time, he said softly, "You only know that I am fishing, but you don't know that I am fishing."

Fishing and fishing, seemingly the same word, but the old fisherman said it as a matter of course, as if he was talking about two different principles.

Blood瞳 naturally didn't understand and could only remain silent.

But the old fisherman seemed to know his doubts and explained to himself, "Fishing is to catch fish. But fishing is only to study fate. I know my fishing rod has no fishing line, but who can be sure that a fishing rod without a fishing line can't catch fish?"

"If fate decides that a fish will be caught by me, then no matter whether I have a fishing line or not, it will definitely take the bait."

The old fisherman squinted his eyes and said, before he finished speaking, Blood瞳 saw a wave suddenly hit the reef, and in the splashing waves, a sea fish actually leaped into the air and landed on the fishing rod... Welcome you to come, your support is my biggest motivation.)