Chapter 21 White Bone Cave
Humans have never lacked the yearning for flight.
Letting the body break free from the bonds of gravity, soaring into the sky, crossing seas and mountains.
In those fading memories of Nezha, in that world without immortals and demons yet still vibrant and exciting, the ancestors strove for this and created airships and airplanes.
But now, as Nezha sees himself floating in midair, the rain curtain draping the world is infusing the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into his constructed Water Style spell, and with a mere thought, his body ascends several more feet.
He doesn’t have time to feel joy, squinting his eyes, his trembling and curled fingers barely forming a fist, his lips quivering as he tries to say something, but not a sound comes out.
Over ten feet above the ground, nothing beneath his feet, and below is a courtyard paved with bluestone. If he were to suddenly fall, at best he’d break bones and tendons.
But after a while of tumbling in midair, Nezha finds that flying like this is like a dream, going wherever he wishes, and gradually he’s no longer afraid.
The heavy rain pours down on him, yet it’s completely blocked by the ever-flowing layer of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi on his body. Clearly, the Water Style spell cast by himself has some differences from that performed by Mr. Fan, at least in that he doesn’t need to change clothes.
Nezha takes a breath and heads eastward. In just a moment, he’s at the edge of the sea, with the rain swaying behind him, while in front of him, the sea is calm and tranquil.
That’s how it is at Chentang Pass, though it rains and the winds are strong, it often comes and goes quickly, routinely sunny in the west and rainy in the east of the city, just like today.