Chapter 242 On My Deathbed

Layers of mist wrapped everything, there was no sky or ground, no ocean or mountains, no idea when it would rain, or whether the clear sky would never come.

This was the world Cancong saw.

It had been cut off from unnecessary parts, unable to perceive the outline of this world, and was full of vague mist.

At first, it would guess that this cloud might be a person, and that circle of clouds might be a stone or a tree. In the end, even this fantasy was cut off by generations of Cancong.

Apart from the mission target, everything else was redundant, no need to see it, don't think about it.

It was Longxu's sentinel stationed at the Nine Grain Pillar.

Pay attention to the stability of the channel of the Nine Grain Pillar and ensure that those entering and leaving must be the Sailors. That's enough.

The only thing Cancong could see clearly was the Nine Grain Pillar and the Sailors.

The huge and precise totem of the Nine Grain Pillar was engraved on a special stone platform, projecting nine shadows that rushed straight into the sky.

The end of each shadow is a black mist shaped like the sun, where nine golden crows are guarding, and behind them are nine different passages.

That is the place where only the voyagers can set foot.

Cancong once saw the dragons soaring out of the shadow of the sun and stretching their bodies in the new world. It also witnessed that human voyagers stepped into the door to a foreign land and never came back.

The more it saw, the easier it was to have wild thoughts.

In order to better guard the Nine Grain Pillars, Cancong cut out those unnecessary parts of his thoughts - the voyagers he saw, the rumors he heard and the witnesses he saw with his own eyes, the intersections he had with different groups, the changes in the mountains and rivers, the shifting of the stars... from his body and made them into bodies to store memories.

It named these bodies [Remembered Body].

Cancong kept them well, waiting for the day when he was relieved of his duties, and then melted them all back into his body.

However, the sudden explosion of the Nine Grain Pillars changed everything.

The other two pillars disappeared.

Cancong could feel that the explosion completely annihilated them.

Under this sudden explosion, even the extremely strong Zhucong could not survive.

Cancong escaped because he split and made the body needed for rebirth.

But its past, the records of generations of Cancong buried around it, were also erased in this devastating disaster, leaving only a strange portrait of a little man. They are no longer records, just some ridiculous and crude traces.

Cancong stayed by the old site and waited quietly.

Longxu must have found something abnormal, and the dragon navigators will definitely repair it. It won’t be long before a new Jiuhe Pillar will appear.

But neither the Jiuhe Pillar nor the dragon has ever appeared again.

Cancong waited for a long time and waited for a god. He was a teenager, with a clearer body outline than ordinary people, and looked short and small.

The teenager squatted on the ground, hugged his knees and talked to it: "I heard that you can't use the sacred tree to go home. Is that right?"

Cancong did not answer.

Sentinels cannot talk to strangers.

The boy was not angry. He surrounded Cancong and told him all kinds of interesting stories and major events he had seen.

He said that the dragons in this world suddenly became very weak. They were dying quickly. Some dragons even crashed into the mountains while flying, causing the mountains to collapse and causing a flood.

He also said that the adults were talking about the possibility that Longxu had encountered some devastating disaster, which caused the sacred tree to collapse.

The boy used charcoal to draw a little man similar to Cancong, and said: "This is me. If I accompany you, you will not be so lonely. In fact, I can't go home either."

He said to himself: "I come from another world on the sacred tree. Our world is very small and very warm. There are many interesting insects. I like to play with insects. It's too cold here."

"Without the sacred tree, I can't go back either."

The boy squatted on the ground and drew insects one by one with his dirty hands, saying: "In the future, I will build a sacred tree, so that we can all go home."

Cancong retorted: "That's impossible. Only the powerful navigator of Longxu knows how to make the Nine Grain Pillar."

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" The boy had an almost naive stubbornness.

"That can't be done."

Cancong made a simple response, and asked: "Your father is a navigator. Can you ask him what happened?"

"He went back to his hometown, and the sacred tree was destroyed, so he couldn't come." The boy shook his head.

Cancong knew it then.

It turned out that this child had the same fate as himself.

"I want to create a new sacred tree!" the boy stood up and said.

He smiled heartily and opened his arms.

Butterflies, bees and many other flying insects flew around him, as if guarding their king.

"I want everyone to be able to go home! Everyone will be very happy then."

"What's your name?" Cancong asked.

"I don't have a name."

The boy said, "In my hometown, there is no name until you reach adulthood. I think your name is good, can I use your name?"

"Before I think of my own name, can I use your name?"

Cancong agreed.

Not long after, the boy found a white worm that could spit out thin silk, and he named it silkworm. Because this worm is just like Cancong, it will change, wrap the past, and be reborn from the solidified old days.

Soon, the eras changed.

Cancong was bound by the power of rules and fell into stagnation.

In its memory, the other Cancong was always the boy surrounded by many insects.

It was thousands of years later when it recovered again.

Cancong did not remove the memory of this person with the same name and surname.

He was another Cancong, another self.

Now it only has this.

After many eras of updates, the world has changed a lot, and the navigators seem to have disappeared.

Cancong finally found a navigator, but was almost imprisoned by the other party with props. The navigators in this world became extremely anxious and manic, and extremely dangerous.

It escaped from the other party.

In the museum, Cancong saw the Shang bronze sacred tree that imitated the Nine Grain Pillar.

It can almost be concluded that it was the work of another Cancong.

Because the appearance of the bronze sacred tree is almost exactly the same as the picture that Cancong originally drew for the boy: including the golden crow stationed on the branches, the dragon clan entrenched on the base, and the three pillars loyally guarding at the bottom.

Unfortunately, this cannot replace the Nine Grain Pillar after all.

Cancong suddenly felt that he was being stared at.

It hid all the way, and with the help of two friendly gods, it also learned some of the current situation of the world. It thanked them for their help and continued to look for a suitable navigator.

Finally, it found Lu Yao.

At the same time, it was also targeted by another navigator. The other party sent out the apostle, the bird, to pester it, forcing it to continue hiding.

In order to further lock Cancong, the bird even directly reduced its dimension and tried to capture it alive.

Cancong stripped off most of its body and escaped successfully.

But even so, it was already dying.

There were only seven days left to live.

The 65th generation of Cancong was about to die, and the 66th generation would be reborn.

On his deathbed, Cancong wanted to store his last memory - everything about the boy, in a safe and stable place.

The only person it could trust was Lu Yao, the navigator who had just met.

After listening to Cancong's request, the other party agreed readily.

"If the next generation of Cancong meets me, I will let it come over to read this part of the memory."

"Thank you, thank you very much. The memory is in the mark on your arm."

Cancong was grateful.

In Lu Yao, it saw some shadows of the young Cancong in the past. He has the calm and focused temperament of the classical navigators. Even if the voyage is simple, he enjoys it.

To express his gratitude, Cancong said, "If you need any help from me, please let me know. I will tell you everything I know."

"Now I only have 7 days left to live, and I am seriously injured, so it is difficult to move. Please forgive me for having to talk to you in this way."

Lu Yao on the other side said through the mark, "Then you should have a good rest."

He suddenly thought of something: "By the way, are there many dragons in Longxu?"

"Yes, Longxu is the largest gathering place of dragons in the boundary dimension space. Many brilliant dragon civilizations have been established there. It is a vast and magical multi-layered world."

"So, how should a young dragon be taught better?"

Lu Yao said, "It's like this. I have a young dragon. Its self-study results are not ideal, and its dragon language spells are always rough... Is there any way to make it improve its relevant learning ability faster and better?"

Cancong suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"You said you have a dragon?"

"Yes."

"Is it a real dragon? One of the dragons, not sub-dragons, dragon descendants, or dragon species?"

"Is the Dark Sun Dragon considered a genuine dragon?"

"Yes!"

Cancong suddenly became excited, and his previous depression disappeared.

"Are you still at the departure point? I'll come to you right away!"

"Ah? Isn't it difficult for you to move?" The other party was puzzled.

"It's okay, I'll crawl over here even if I have to!"

Cancong said excitedly: "The blood of the dragon clan is the largest memory bank, which contains a lot of important information about the dragon and the coordinates of the dragon. We, Zhucong, are lives that imitate the dragon clan... I'll be here right away! Wait for me!"