Otherworldly Desert Dust - Chapter 682 - 634: The Dragon Reappears
In the mythical mountains and seas, a certain fragrance seems to be secreting. Those without olfactory awakening can feel this tranquil sacred scent entering their lungs just by breathing in this deep sea. It doesn’t bring a sense of satiety or physical satisfaction but an indescribable sense of bliss.
The human sense of smell has always been mysterious.
A person can live a normal life even without the sense of smell after being born into this world.
The sense of smell differs from the other four senses; it originates from a physiological instinct but is also above it.
When it comes to food, most people have hunger as a sense to remind them of the need to ingest.
With the aromas of nature, as delightful as the fragrance of flowers and fruits, eyes can capture their colors and shapes, but what touches a person’s soul most when stepping from a city into a primal forest is often the greedy inhalation of air.
When beside a lover, although many senses in the body are activated, stimulating nerve cells, the moment when most people let go of all prejudice and rationality to embrace each other fiercely is always when close enough to smell the scent on the other person.
The human sense of smell plays the role of a non-essential organ in human survival. If any of the five senses had to be discarded, many would choose to give up smell, for vision, hearing, taste, and touch are indispensable to most people.
Yet, what distinguishes humans from many savage creatures and these otherworldly brutal predators, keeping a higher soul demand, is precisely this noble sense—smell.
No matter how radiant the mythical world appears, it cannot compare to the harmonious holy fragrance it releases. Otherworldly Dust taught all life not to overly rely on their simple senses—vision can deceive you, hearing can deceive you, touch can deceive you, and taste as well, but smell carries no deception.
Even Wu Hen, someone whose sense of smell is not awakened, can genuinely feel the difference in this world. It entirely aligns with dreams moved into reality, compensating for the unreasonable lack of smell in most dreams.
Similarly, Mingyi, feeling this difference, was also lightly intoxicated in this mythical atmosphere. What truly assures them that this is no longer an illusionary mirage or mythical kingdom is the unexaggerated nature of everything here—not the ingenious creation of sacred mountains and holy rivers, nor the grand and colorful constructions. Everything is familiar and amiable, just like the evergreen mountains one can’t remember the shape of behind their hometown, or the winding creek in front of their house that brings inner peace.
Passing through the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea, Wu Hen recalls every moment of happiness in his life. He doesn’t know if this feeling resembles the life chapters emerging before one’s eyes in moments of dying, but life and death bear no essential difference on a cosmic scale.
Wu Hen noticed that the speed of the Red Robed Saint’s chase had slowed down.
At that time, there was much hesitation in his heart. These people of Cang Chu Divine Realm’s Human Clan had long lost Nuwa God End, forgetting what the original serenity of life felt like. It’s like someone who has been in prison too long—the prison gate opens, and they instead don’t know how to step forward—torn between longing for the outside world and the fear of unknown freedom.
Wu Hen and Mingyi, fearless like newborn calves, firmly believe they don’t belong to this prison. Not to mention would they run towards the open door without hesitation, even if high walls were built, they would climb over them, determined despite the scars.
Finally, a faint break appeared in the stretch of Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea towards the sky, from which patches of sinister brilliance like swords stabbed into the cosmic deep space seeped out. The eerie glow, like a rainbow curtain, divided the mythical world from the branch that extended into Cang Chu.
Wu Hen looked toward the broken position, and surprisingly saw it wasn’t a crack in the mythical world but a vast dark mouth slowly opening, devouring the world scroll full of vitality.
“What… is that??” The Red Robed Saint also discovered the strange crack, his face filled with shock.
Yet Wu Hen and Mingyi’s faces also changed. They recognized that thing, and both simultaneously raised their gaze to see a vast, ethereal outline. The outline was giant and azure; without careful discernment, one might mistake it for a complete firmament. However, having experienced that cataclysm, Wu Hen and Mingyi understood that both heaven and earth had deceiving characteristics. The fissure was a great mouth belonging to the most terrifying life in this Otherworldly Dust!
“Female and Male Dragon!” Wu Hen finally uttered their name.
Wu Hen had always thought the Female and Male Dragon had long departed from this realm, towards more distant dimensions, but it turned out they were still here, lurking in the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea that leads beyond Cang Chu, biting the mythical land one mouthful at a time, using the mythical mountains as their Earth Vein skeleton, the mythical trees as their skin, camouflaging themselves with everything in the mythical heavens and earth, like a giant cosmic chameleon that is forever unsatisfied.
Wu Hen suddenly realized through the Scroll Realm the true nature of his conditions. The Scroll Realm was not void; it genuinely existed within the Mythical Kingdom. The Female and Male Dragon had swallowed his soul into their belly, traveled to the border of Cang Chu—meaning his soul had indeed reached beyond Cang Chu—the experience in the Scroll Realm was both an escape of his soul and a gaining of higher-dimensional power there.
However, this was his soul, not his life’s essence; his life’s essence still belonged to Nuwa God End. To truly cross here, he could not bypass the greedy, terrifying Female and Male Dragon!
“It was them… Back then, we were guided to Divine Python Earth Vein for a reason.” Mingyi seemed to have foreseen this, foreseeing the eventual emergence of this being.
“I understand, it’s the handiwork of the Black Navigators. Without surprises, the Black Navigators are mimicking the Guanyin Worm. They want to become a tribe of parasites inside the belly of the Female and Male Dragon, thus achieving true ascension beyond Cang Chu’s boundary.” Wu Hen said.
Among the Guanyin Worm, there is a group of highly intelligent beings who parasitize humans and utilize humans to achieve a form of self-destructive ascension. Back in the high-dimensional insect’s Human circle, those parasitized by the Guanyin Worm rose to create the so-called Longevity Sect in the human world, a sect whose true logic was to parasitize high-dimensional insects and achieve dimensional transcendence.
Yet the group of “Black Navigators” harbors a more noble ideal; they do not admire high-dimensional insects, but rather aspire to the greater, eternal existence in the universe—the Female and Male Dragon!
Inside the body of the Female and Male Dragon lies an immensely vast embedded world, where the most humble worm is an insurmountable god in Cang Chu. The Black Navigators do not desire to tread a strenuous path step by step; they want a shortcut, to become parasites of the Female and Male Dragon, thus achieving ascension.
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