Evolve from a Tree

As the old man stopped coughing, intense coughing sounds began to resound from Mu's surroundings. It was as though the coughing sounds were an infectious disease that was spreading rapidly through the survivors and the rescue team.    

"Strange, why are so many people coughing?"    

Hearing the cough, Mu's throat started to itch. He wriggled his body in an uneasy manner as he tried to suppress the itching sensation.    

However, the more he endured, the more intense the itching became, and a strange feeling of numbness began to emanate from his abdominal cavity.    

This feeling was even more unbearable than the feeling of ten thousand ants crawling up and down his throat. It came from his bones and soul.    

Every organ, muscle, and bone of his was being tormented from extreme heat to extreme cold, from extreme cold to extreme heat.    

Great beads of sweat started dripping down from Mu's forehead. He knelt on the ground painfully, but his face and body were as red as a cooked prawn.    

An inexplicable mumble entered his ears.    

"Lost in a nameless fog of dust, the foolish and blind traveler who seeks me is to seek light, to seek truth, to seek true transcendence! "To pursue the truth of the world!"    

Xiaomo's consciousness sank into endless delirium, and there he saw a strange world, a world called Reality.    

Cough    

Little Mu felt a sweet sensation in his throat as he spat out a large mouthful of black blood. At that moment, he felt that he had lost something important, but gained something even more important.    

Mu crawled up from the ground with ease. He still looked the same, but the enthusiasm on his face was even more intense than before. An invisible grey-black stream of air was circling around him in a low circle. He chuckled and said,    

"I am the spread of truth, the guide of truth. I am the change of the times, I am … The eternally silent Wingless King! "    

The greyish black air currents exploded in all directions like a surging wave that quickly engulfed all the rescuers. After a short moment of contact, they quickly disappeared and intertwined with each other as they quickly rushed toward the fortifications several hundred meters away.    

Only a careful observation would reveal that their total volume had increased somewhat since then.    

"Cough cough ~ Brother Wang, why do I feel like something isn't right in front of us?"    

"Something's wrong? "No, but my throat is suddenly itchy."    

"Maybe it's because the smell is too strong, causing some kind of allergic reaction in your organs."    

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be that big of a deal …" Cough cough … Ask... "Cough, cough, cough, cough."    

Their conversation came to an abrupt end. All the sounds in the fortification were replaced by coughing sounds.    

Everyone was kneeling on the ground, their bodies hunched over in pain. Their pupils were dilated and their consciousness was sinking.    

When they spat out the black blood in their throats, they returned to normal. They looked at each other and revealed warm smiles on their faces.    

Spirit Cultivator who was on duty saw the coughing soldiers and his pupils constricted. He immediately pressed the button to activate the alarm without thinking.    

However, just as this thought appeared in his mind, he was shocked to discover that his body could not move at all!    

A face with a warm smile on it became the last image of his retina.    

Wingless King strolled leisurely in the fortifications. All the warriors and Spirit Cultivator s stared at his back without blinking, as if they were looking at a true god.