Zongman: The post-2D era

Although Sakura Matou was unwilling, she also understood the overall situation, so she forced a smile and extended an invitation to the woman.

On the other side, Feng Feng took a big step towards the sports car that exuded a noble atmosphere and said to the man in the car - Yuan Zhisheng:

"Master, since we are here, why don't we take a walk through the black and white streets of Tokyo? Perhaps we can find the key to solving the mystery in this strange world."

After saying that, he opened the car door and got in gracefully, his eyes flashing with curiosity about the unknown and desire to explore.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly and started the sports car. The roar of the engine sounded again, like the roar of a wild beast, breaking the quiet dusk.

The sports car shuttles through the black and white streets of Tokyo. Every building and every street lamp seems to be smudged with ink, outlining a quaint and mysterious outline.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and the occasional fallen leaves floating by have a faint ink color, like a flowing ink painting.

Yuan Zhisheng drove a sports car, slowly driving through this dark world of Heian-kyō. His voice was low and magnetic:

“This is a hell where lonely ghosts wander, and also a dreamland where black and white interweave. Look at those wandering souls. They may be looking for a destination, or maybe they are just lost in this endless black and white.”

Following his guidance, Feng Feng looked out the window and saw blurry figures looming in the street corners and alleys, adding a bit of weirdness to this ghostly world.

The sports car slowly stopped, Feng Feng and Yuan Zhisheng stepped out of the car and stepped into the black and white streets of Tokyo.

Suddenly, gusts of cold air surged around them. Several blurry figures rushed out from the darkness and surrounded the two people. They were wandering ghosts.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes flashed, and his figure instantly turned into a shadow. His fists whistled, accurately hitting every approaching soul.

Those wandering ghosts dissipated under his fist and turned into points of light.

He turned to look at Feng Feng with a deep gaze: "They feed on colors. The black and white here is their paradise, but also their cage."

As he spoke, he pointed around, and saw that the light transformed from the dissipated souls was gradually blending into this black and white world.

Feng Feng stared at Yuan Zhisheng in a daze, only to see that he had his arms open as if he wanted to embrace the whole of Tokyo.

The last rays of sunset faded behind him, stretching his figure out long and blending it into the black and white street.

“Color is their food, and Tokyo has become their paradise, but also an endless cage.”

Yuan Zhisheng's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to strike Feng Feng's heart.

He pointed around. The light from the dissipated souls was gradually blending into the black and white, adding a touch of strange color to the quiet street.

Suddenly, Yuan Zhisheng's eyes became firm, and he stared at Feng Feng closely, as if he wanted to place all his hopes on him.

"Feng Feng, in the name of the ruler of Tokyo, I beg you to save this city and make it prosperous again."

There was unquestionable determination in his tone, as if at this moment, he had placed all his weight on Feng Feng's shoulders.

Chapter 939 White Emperor

Sunday, January 24

"The god of this black and white world is a white dragon?"

Yato Shen stood beside Feng Feng, pointing at the sculpture in the shrine, his face unusually serious.

Seeing that no one was around, Yukine and Matou Sakura lowered their voices and said, "We are not handling this well. The human god and the beast-type god don't get along, and Yato is the god of misfortune."

Yato's eyes changed, and he returned to his funny look, asking Yukine to build a shrine like this for him.

Feng Feng gazed at the majestic statue of the White Emperor. The dragon scales on the statue were so delicate and exquisite that they seemed to contain power that was about to burst out.

Just as he was immersed in the ancient charm emanating from the statue, the sound of light footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

Glancing sideways, I saw a witch in black and white witch clothing approaching quietly. Her hair was as black as ink and was gently tied up. A few strands of hair swayed in the wind, adding a bit of liveliness that was not tainted by the dust.

The eyes of the witch were as clear as water. She bowed slightly and said in a clear and pleasant voice: "Master Fengfeng, the head of the Uesugi family invites you. May your steps be as light as the spring breeze."

After saying this, she gently raised her hand and pointed the way to a quiet path deep in the shrine.

Feng Feng took a step forward and was about to step into the path leading to the depths of the shrine, but he saw the shrine maiden in black and white shrine clothes gently move sideways and block Yato, Yukine and Matou Sakura with an elegant posture.

Her face was calm and firm, like a frozen lake in winter, without a single ripple. "Lord Yato, Lady Yukine, Lady Matou Sakura, the head of the Uesugi family only invited Lord Fengfeng this time."

Her voice was gentle but carried an unquestionable power. "Also, according to the ancient rules of the shrine, the god of misfortune is not allowed to set foot here. Please wait here for a moment."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes slightly and folded her hands in front of her. Her posture was both humble and resolute, like an insurmountable barrier.

Feng Feng nodded slightly and said to Ye Dou and the other two, "Go back to your residence and wait for me. I'll be back soon."

He turned and walked into the path shaded by ancient trees, walking neither fast nor slow.

I secretly wondered in my heart, is the head of the Uesugi family the Uesugi Yue who has been selling ramen for decades, or the legendary mysterious girl Uesugi Eri?

While he was thinking, he had already walked to an inner courtyard deep in the shrine.

In the center of the inner courtyard, there is a clear pond with rippling blue waves. Several water lilies are quietly blooming in the pond, emitting a faint fragrance.

Surrounded by lush green bamboo forests, the bamboo leaves sway gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a sense of mystery and remoteness to this quiet inner courtyard.

Feng Feng stood there in a daze, his eyes fixed on the moving figure in the middle of the pool.

Uesugi Erie, the legendary mysterious girl, was sitting quietly by the pool at this moment. Her black and white shrine maiden costume was sticking to her skin as if she had accidentally fallen into the water. Under the wet clothes, the outline of the girl's underwear was faintly visible, revealing a kind of unpretentious innocence and temptation.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall, a few strands stuck to her cheeks, and water droplets slowly slid down her delicate contours and dripped into the pool, stirring up circle after circle of delicate ripples.

As he slowly turned his head, the pair of golden eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts stared directly at Feng Feng, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his voice was clear and distant: "It's been a thousand years since we last met, Constantine, how are you?"

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around them faded into obscurity, leaving only her and Feng Feng in this quiet inner courtyard, their eyes meeting each other's for thousands of years.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Feng Feng's forehead. He looked at Uesugi Eri in a daze, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves, as if he was falling into an abyss.

He swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on the face that showed both innocence and temptation, trying to find a trace of dragon in this seemingly human witch.

"It's been a thousand years, Constantine..." Eri's words echoed in his mind, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.

He suddenly remembered the ancient legends about the majesty and power of the White Emperor of the Dragon Clan, and an indescribable fear and awe rose in his heart.

Eri gently raised her hand, and a bright light condensed at her fingertips. The light contained an ancient and mysterious power, as if it could see through everything in the world.

Feng Feng only felt a powerful pressure coming towards him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Everything in front of him began to become blurry, leaving only those golden eyes, as bright as stars, staring straight at him, as if to suck his soul into the endless abyss.

Feng Feng staggered out of the inner courtyard of the shrine where Uesugi Eriya was. Every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, unreal and illusory.

His eyes were empty and dull, as if he had lost his soul. The majestic voice of the White Emperor's order kept echoing in his mind. The voice was like the sound of an ancient bell, deep and distant, shaking his heart.

"Open the door and let this world return to its true colors. Then, I will share the throne with you."

The sunlight shone through the ancient gate of the shrine and onto his face, bringing a hint of warmth but unable to dispel the chill in his heart.

He slowly raised his hand and gently touched the mottled door. The cold touch at his fingertips woke him up suddenly.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb the reality of this world into his chest, letting the false colors gradually fade away, revealing the original appearance of this world.

The door of the shrine slowly opened as he pushed it. Beams of light penetrated through the gaps and sprinkled on the stone steps outside the shrine, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet shrine.

Feng Feng pushed open the door of the shrine. Outside the door, Yato, Yukine and Matou Sakura were waiting anxiously.

As soon as Yedou saw Fengfeng, he came up to him and asked with a grin, "Hey, Fengfeng, are there any valuable treasures in there? We are here to explore, we can't return empty-handed!"

Before he finished speaking, Yukine hit Yato on the head with a playful slap and scolded him with a smile: "Exploring? You are trying to steal something! Be careful of being punished by the gods!"

While the two were playing, Matou Sakura quietly walked forward and looked directly at Feng Feng. Her clear eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. She spoke slowly, her voice soft but with a hint of seriousness that was hard to detect:

"Feng Feng, your eyes tell me that something happened in there that you don't want to mention. Is that right?"

She approached step by step, her eyes fixed on Feng Feng, as if she wanted to pry into the secrets in his heart.

Feng Feng forced a smile, waved his hand, and said, "It's okay, Ying, don't think too much. We have to prepare quickly and return to the other side of the world."

He turned and walked to the side, rummaged through his backpack, took out an ancient scroll, and gently unfolded it. It was painted with complex runes and patterns, and emitted a faint light.

Seeing this, Sakura Matou's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just walked silently to Feng Feng, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently touched the runes on the scroll.

In an instant, ripples appeared in the air, as if the power of another world was being awakened.

Yato and Yukine also gathered around, staring at the scroll with curiosity, only to see the light grow brighter and brighter until it turned into a dazzling gate of light connecting the two worlds.

The four of them smiled at each other, and stepped into the light gate without hesitation. Their figures gradually disappeared in the dazzling light.

Chapter 940 The Reality of Pigments

Monday, January 25

Yatoshin stood beside Fengfeng, while Xueyin and Matou Sakura watched together, "What is paint?"

Yatoshin reached out and gently touched the pool of pure sky-blue liquid in front of Fengfeng, as if performing a sacred ritual.

With confidence shining in his eyes, he explained to Xue Yin and Matou Sakura: "Look, this texture is as clear as water, and it flows with a natural rhythm. What else could it be but a pigment formed by water?"

“It is like the tears of the sky, condensing the sadness of the clouds, or the purest secrets in the deep sea, cleverly extracted and transformed into this touching sky blue.”

As he spoke, he gently stirred the liquid, as if he could stir up endless fantasies and possibilities from it.

"In this black and white world, this is a miracle that even gods cannot perform."

Feng Feng's eyes were fixed on the sky blue paint, which was like a quiet gem, emitting a soft and deep luster.

He turned to look at Yukine, his tone somewhat helpless: "Yukine, you should keep Yato in check. His poetic imagination is almost making the paint look like a living thing."

Xue Yin heard this and smiled. Just as she was about to speak, Feng Feng turned to Matou Sakura again, with a bitter smile in his eyes:

"Ying, you said that although this paint is made of water, how can the soul of water be captured and solidified so easily?"

"It's more like a little prank by nature, allowing us to find a little comfort in this black and white world, but reminding us that beauty is always short-lived and fleeting."

Feng Feng smiled bitterly and said to Matou Sakura: "The sky blue pigment represents the Japanese belief that all things have spirits, and its essence is the soul of water."

Feng Feng's words suddenly became heavy. He ignored the surprised playfulness of Xue Yin and Ya Dou beside him, and looked at Matou Sakura with deep eyes.

The air around seemed to freeze, and even time slowed down.

He slowly stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of an illusory "door". The door seemed to exist in another dimension and only he could see it. "If you open the doors on both sides,"

Feng Feng's voice was deep and powerful. "It will be a battle between chaos and order. At least half of all living things must die before the balance of nature can be initially established."

"Can you imagine? In that land, life and death are intertwined, wailing and silence coexist, as if the end of the world has come."

There was endless sadness in his eyes, as if he had foreseen the impending disaster.

Feng Feng asked Xue Yin Yadou to get ready, and he and Matou Sakura worked together to open the gap between the two doors and return to the school they came from.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, his eyes firm. He patted Xue Yin and Yato on the shoulders, and the three of them quickly stood still, forming a delicate triangle formation.