Chapter 299: Where My Heart Finds Peace Is My ‘Home’

Both the Demon Race and the human race gazed at the bodies laid out neatly on the Desolate Plain, and at that maddened boy.

No one knew how long that boy would stay on the Desolate Plain. But from that day forward, he never left that place.

As if that Desolate Plain had become his home.

The fighting between the two races stopped because of this boy. After a few days, then over ten days, the tense atmosphere slowly faded away.

Fewer people stood on the City Tower. Most were unfamiliar faces, seeming quite curious about the scene outside.

Mostly Jianghu People.

Chen Zhenghai stood on the City Tower. After witnessing this so-called Immortal Realm, he couldn’t help but murmur a thought.

“That really is a graveyard……”

He sighed deeply, thinking in his heart that he had finally seen it.

During these days, heavy rains often fell on the Desolate Plain. The initial smell of blood and decay slowly dissipated.

The Demon Race camped about ten miles outside the Desolate Plain. They did not leave.

Both sides were watching each other. Underneath the seeming calmness, intense tension lay.

……

No matter the wind or rain, a figure would always be standing on the City Tower.

Whenever he was free, Mu Cang would often stand on the City Tower, looking at the maddened boy on the Desolate Plain.

He thought all the time about bringing him back.

At first, people were afraid of that boy. But later, they got used to him, often calling him the Madman.

“That Madman is talking to the corpses again.”

“Day after day, that miserable laugh always keeps me awake. My head aches terribly…”

“No one knows how long he’ll stay here.”

“Has it been a month?”

“It probably has.”

After Huai Xu arrived, the weather grew hotter and hotter. Several light rains fell in succession, making the air heavy and stifling.

Looking out again, scattered white bones were faintly visible on the Desolate Plain.

The maddened boy seemed a bit flustered.

Suddenly realizing they were all dead.

“What about me now that you’ve all gone,” the boy muttered at the corpses exposing white bones. “Then there’s no one to talk to me.”

His heart felt unbearably upset. He sat quietly on the Desolate Plain for several hours, unusually not acting up for once.

Until the bright moon rose. Unable to suppress the deep upset inside, he found a relatively intact corpse again and started talking.

“I’m so scared. So cold.”

He hugged himself. Somehow, he started shivering in the cold night wind.

Under the moonlight, his face grew paler and paler.

He didn’t have much time left.

Mu Cang watched the shivering boy on the plain. The guilt in him became unbearable.

He returned to the city and fetched a cloak.

Then he prepared to leave through the city gate.

Lao Bazi reached out and stopped him.

Mu Cang shot him a cold look and said, “I’m going out today! No one stops me!”

“Why the big anger?”

Lao Bazi looked at him calmly and said, “Be careful.”

Mu Cang’s gaze lingered on him for a moment. Without another word, he took the cloak and walked out of the city.

The road ahead seemed endlessly long to him.

Mu Cang slowly approached the boy sitting hunched and shivering on the Desolate Plain.

Until he stood right in front of him.

The boy looked up. His face was now gaunt and withered, barely human anymore.

Mu Cang clenched his fist inside his sleeve. A wave of guilt washed over him.

He draped the cloak over the boy’s shoulders.

Some warmth embraced him.

The boy froze for a moment. He glanced back at the cloak on him.

Mu Cang’s lips trembled. “This is the only thing I can do for you.”

The boy stared at him but suddenly shouted sharply, “You’re not from here! I forbid you to enter this place!!”

“Go away!”

“Get out!”

The boy seemed very agitated. A hint of bloody red flashed in his eyes.

Mu Cang froze seeing this. He lowered his head and said, “…I’ll leave now.”

He turned around and walked back the way he came.

The boy’s eyes fixed intensely on him, as if about to lunge forward any second.

Mu Cang glanced back at him once.

“I speak for everyone.”

“Sorry.”

After saying that, he never looked back and walked away.

Only after he had gone far did the bloody red in the eyes of the thin, wasted boy slowly fade.

His mood seemed a little lighter.

He paid no attention to the cloak wrapped around him. He just crouched back down as before, lost in thought.

“No one can come in. No one…”

The night felt a little warmer.

But for the boy, it seemed to make no difference.

He lowered his head, curled himself into a ball, and simply sat quietly, enjoying this peace.

For him, this was ‘peace’.

……

In the blink of an eye, Huai Xu quietly passed. Autumn wind blew into the Desolate Plain.

By now, the Desolate Plain was covered in white bones.

The Divine Domain grew lively.

Many people came into the Jianghu world. In the span of six months, nearly ten thousand Martial Artists poured into this small Divine Domain.

Chen Zhenghai opened a Blacksmith Shop in the city. He often crafted weapons for people, mostly swords. He had not left since arriving.

The human sea surged; the city changed with the turning days and nights.

It was lively now, but the liveliness of the past was gone.

The Tavern door was shut tight. It never reopened, and the Manager’s angry shouts could no longer be heard.

However, a woman fond of drinking lived in the city now.

The Martial Artists who came to the Divine Domain heard she had lost her man. So most called her the widow. Few knew her name, Du A’niang. Every time anyone saw her, she was drunk.

Swordsmen sat around chatting once and teased the widow as she passed by.

“Widow, how’d you like my sword work?”

Du A’niang, her face slightly red as she carried a wine jar, looked blearily over. She said, “I’m not as good as my man.”

“You always say your man was good. Who was your man anyway?”

Du A’niang seemed unwilling to answer. She wasn’t even interested in arguing with them. She just shook her head and walked off drinking her wine.

Since that time, she never argued with anyone again.

……

Amidst the vast white bones covering the Desolate Plain, the boy now had no one to talk to.

He seemed much quieter. The tragic laughter stopped.

One day, he gathered all the white bones into a pile around him. He sat in the middle, seeming to remember his ‘friends’, or maybe just trying to appear less alone.

It’s worth noting, he never sank back into that bloodthirsty killing frenzy during all this time.

He sat there like a rock among the bones, never moving.

Day after day, the seasons changed.

He remained there always.