Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 267 - 199: Early March_3

Chapter 267: Chapter 199: Early March_3

The skyscrapers in this area were all built after the period of abnormal climate, each one taller than the last. On a clear day, the view must be much better.

However, you can still enjoy the night view.

After handling a few work emails, he called his family.

"Yes, I’ve checked in... I’m on the seventieth-something floor." He said as he walked to the side, "Let me show you the ethereal clouds outside..."

He parted the window gauze, but it was dark outside, and nothing could be seen.

???

At first glance, he did not react, thinking there was another layer of curtain that hadn’t been drawn.

Regaining his senses, he found the room’s controller to operate the curtains, making sure it wasn’t the curtains’ fault, then he turned off all the lights in the room.

Only the dim light passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting up the room.

The lights had been on inside the room; he hadn’t noticed the darkness outside while working.

He glanced at the time on his phone, just past two in the afternoon.

It got dark at just after two in the afternoon?!!

Outside.

The cloud layer pressed down step by step, as if it were slowly consuming the city.

The sky grew darker and thunder rumbled in from the distance.

The busy city did not come to a halt amidst the gloom that spread the lights everywhere.

The cloud layer continued to flicker with lightning.

The rolling thunder was deafening.

If it were typhoon season, this wouldn’t be uncommon, but now, it seemed strange.

Plus, with yesterday’s unlanded tornado stirring up topics online, attention rarely shifted from the settled waterspouts near the coast to Yang City’s "dark clouds over the city."

[Wow, does someone in Yang City also transcend to immortality!?]

[They say the thunder of early March awakens the insects, but with the thunder in Yang City, forget insects, it could wake the dragons!]

[If you look closely, the wind outside isn’t particularly strong, it’s incomparable to typhoon season, and there’s no lightning landing. But those clouds are terrifying; even the photos give a sense of oppression]

[In movies, this kind of scene usually has monsters lurking around [Howl]]

Underneath the gloomy, heavy clouds.

Inside a residential house by Cui Lake.

On the stone path, moisture gradually increased, turning into mist, covering the whole path.

Doctor Wu looked at the white mist rising from the stone path advancing towards him, initially thinking it would just increase the humidity slightly, like a humidifier’s mist. But when the white vapor actually approached, he felt suffocated, as though drowning!

He had no choice but to retreat.

Now, it wasn’t just perilous to move closer; even standing in the same spot was life-threatening!

If this were it, he could have just put on a diving mask, but at this moment, he inexplicably felt pressure that continued to strengthen.

In front of him, it seemed as though an invisible wall was blocking his approach, preventing him from getting closer.

By this time, Wu realized that his original observation plan had to be abandoned; for safety’s sake, he went back inside.

Even indoors, even with an interior air circulation system maintaining temperature, pressure, and humidity, one could still vaguely feel a cool breeze that made all the hairs on one’s body stand on end.

Wu’s movements did not escape Feng Yi’s perception - in fact, in the vicinity, all objects, whether alive or not, could not escape his notice.

Not only on the ground.

Feng Yi could feel invisible energy encompassing the clouds, gradually forming a suitable, stable environment with the ground.

The energy stored within his body finally became active.

His upper body, which looked no different from a normal person’s, began to show scale-like patterns, layer upon layer, climbing up from the torso to the arms, fingers, neck, face... until the entire upper body was covered.

Fingertips covered with scales, specialized sharp claws made of bone, concealed by the mist, were like hidden cold blades in the dark.

Golden light, as if it contained immense energy, flickered in the gaps between scales.

In his eyes, originally covered by a bluish-white film, a narrow vertical slit suddenly opened in the pupils, as if scorched open by powerful energy, and the film covering them began to crack from the center outwards, turning to dust that dispersed into the surrounding mist.

The cracking spread out from the eyes.

It was as if a layer of aged skin was peeling off from the surface of the body, dissolving.

A gigantic snake tail broke free from its confines, thrashing in the mist.

In the sky, the rain finally fell, not too fast, not too slow.

The wind carried potency but was not vicious.

Only the thunder persisted, as if it sought to awaken all the dormant creatures on this continent.

Seasons change, in cycles. No matter where, whether in the cold or hot zones, nature has its own rhythm.

Early March had arrived, and revival had begun.

The yang energy flowed, growing stronger from this point on.

The colder-than-usual vertical pupil moved slightly, looking up.

The scale-covered claws swept upwards, disrupting the stable environment formed between the sky and the earth.

The thick, dark clouds tore open, leaving jagged rifts.

Afternoon sunlight poured through the gaps, slanting downwards.

The lines of rain were tinged with a layer of gold.

Feng Yi stretched out his arms, stretching his body.

After shedding his skin, he felt much lighter all over.

The scale patterns that had appeared on his upper body slowly disappeared, the active energy gradually subsided, and the claws reverted to a harmless state.

Feng Yi looked at his hands, which had returned to normal, and then at his body and tail. Everything seemed much the same as usual after calming down. But he couldn’t see himself fully now; he’d have to go upstairs later and take a closer look in the mirror.

The mist on the stone path had dispersed.

Feng Yi walked out from the path, leaving the covered pavilion.

Outside stood a waterproof storage cabinet, where the butler had placed some clothes.

Feng Yi reverted to his human form, changed into clean clothes, and prepared to return indoors. The others were waiting to celebrate his birthday, and he could already smell the food from the kitchen.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and sidestepped.

A fish the size of a palm slapped down in front of him.

Feng Yi stared at the fish on the ground, and a rare, pronounced confusion appeared in his piercing, cold eyes:

Who threw this?!

Don’t they know that throwing objects from high places is a crime?!!