Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 334 : Goodbye, Fengxi (2)

Chapter 334: Chapter 334 : Goodbye, Fengxi (2)

As the deafening echoes of battle reverberated through the halls of Wuyang Palace, Xie Jianzhi found himself abandoned by the very forces he had summoned to his aid.

The demonic allies who had once stood as his unwavering bulwark had vanished without a trace, leaving him to face the wrath of his enemies alone.

Desperate to escape the grasp of his pursuers, he sought refuge in the labyrinthine depths of the palace, his footsteps echoing through the dimly lit corridors as he desperately sought an elusive escape route.

Zhang Fengxi’s intimate understanding of Wuyang Palace’s labyrinthine architecture proved to be the decisive factor in Xie Jianzhi’s capture, a strategic triumph that sealed the victory for the Crown Prince’s forces.

Amidst the triumphant revelry that filled the shattered halls of Wuyang Palace, a notable absence cast a shadow over the celebrations. Zhang Fengxi, the formidable general who had spearheaded the victory, was nowhere to be found.

Neither the taste of victory nor the exhaustion that gnawed at his bones could make Zhang Fengxi rest even for a second.

As soon as Xie Jianzhi was caught, he handed over all control of the Crown Prince’s force to Wu Shenxia.

With a resolute heart, he turned his back on the battlefield, leaving behind the clamor of victory and the lingering scent of war.

The general forced his spiritual tiger to traverse the moonlit night, his heart pounding in unison with the rhythmic beat of the tiger’s paws.

As Zhang Fengxi approached the gates of Fuxi Palace, a chilling silence greeted him, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that once pulsated within its walls. The gates, once bustling with activity and guarded by vigilant sentinels, stood eerily empty, their imposing forms casting long, ominous shadows under the mournful glow of the moon.

A gust of wind swept through the palace grounds, carrying with it a swirling vortex of joss paper coins, their white faces shimmering like ghostly apparitions in the fading light. The coins, a symbolic offering to the departed, danced and twirled in the air, their movements echoing the lamentations of the palace’s inhabitants.

Zhang Fengxi’s hand gently brushed against the door of Fuxi Palace. As the door creaked open, a stark expanse of white unfolded before him, and the front courtyard of Fuxi Palace was transformed into a sea of pristine mourning.

Clad in pure white garments, the palace servants, maids, and guards knelt in silent mourning, their heads bowed in sorrow. Their faces, etched with despair, reflected the profound loss that had befallen their beloved prince. Each tear that streamed down their cheeks was a testament to the depth of their anguish, a silent symphony of grief that echoed through the palace halls.

Heart-rending sobs, like the mournful cries of wounded birds, pierced the stillness, each lament a poignant expression of the collective sorrow that gripped the palace. The air itself seemed heavy with grief, as if the very walls of Fuxi Palace were mourning the loss of its master.

Zhang Fengxi moved through the despondent courtyard like a specter, his senses numbed by the scene that unfolded before him. The only sounds that penetrated his consciousness were the rhythmic clinking of his armor as he navigated the battlefield and the eerie drip-drip of his enemies’ blood seeping onto the white ground.

Zhang Fengxi forced himself to focus on the rhythmic cadence of his breath, each inhalation and exhalation a desperate attempt to maintain his composure as he traversed the familiar path towards Xie Jianyu’s bedchamber.

With each step, the weight of his grief grew heavier. There seemed to be an invisible chain that bound around his limbs and dragged him down.

The door to Xie Jianyu’s bed chamber stood open.

Breathe.

Breathe, Zhang Fengxi reminded himself.

Just breathe.

But when he finally stood before the threshold, his heart abruptly ceased its frantic dance. It was replaced by a chilling silence that echoed the emptiness within his soul.

The sight that unfolded before his eyes was a tableau of profound sorrow, a scene that froze his very being in a state of suspended disbelief.

Upon the bed, Xie Jianyu’s lifeless form lay cradled in the arms of Xie Jianshen. The elder omega’s face was transformed into a mask of indescribable grief. His eyes, usually brimming with arrogance or contempt, now held a vacant stare, devoid of life and emotion. The light that had once sparkled within them had been extinguished, replaced by an impenetrable darkness that reflected the profound abyss of his grief.

At the opposite end of the bed, Mingyu, overcome by grief, collapsed at Xie Jianyu’s feet, her sobs echoing through the chamber.

"Master," she whimpered. "Master..."

Xie Jianshen calmly lifted his head, his eyes colliding with Zhang Fengxi’s.

"I felt uneasy in the middle of the night, so I went to take a look at him," he said with a hollow voice. "At first, I thought that he was sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful in his sleep."

Xie Jianshen’s voice was thick with tears as he continued, "But when I touched him, he was icy cold..."

With trembling hands, Xie Jianshen gently lifted his younger brother’s lifeless body, cradling it to his chest as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Little Yu," he mumbled, his voice barely audible above the sobs that wracked his body. "Little Yu, I am so sorry..."

As the weight of Xie Jianyu’s death descended upon him, Zhang Fengxi buckled under the crushing burden, his knees surrendering to the relentless force of grief. The world around him seemed to implode, the familiar sounds of Xie Jianshen’s anguished sobs and Mingyu’s heart-wrenching wails fading into a deafening silence.

Even the rhythm of his own heartbeat vanished, swallowed by the oppressive void that had engulfed him. The world had been reduced to a desolate landscape of quietude, a stark reflection of the emptiness that had invaded his soul.

Driven by a desperate need to escape the suffocating silence, Zhang Fengxi scrambled to his feet and ran inside the bed chamber.

When he finally gathered Xie Jianyu’s lifeless body in his arms, a heartbreaking scream erupted from his depths, a primal cry of anguish that echoed through the grieving palace.