All Chapters of Once Upon a Time: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Na San might have been badly weakened, but he had recovered much of his consciousness then. As soon as I began to rise, he caught hold of my ankles. Just in time, Na San managed to keep me from flying away! Frowning, I leaned down, giving him my hand to pull him up. Only more sparks jumped from my outstretched hand and exploded, sending Na San careening off before falling unconscious once more.I punched my thigh in frustration. What the hell?! But there was better than this to be anguished. With a flick of my fingers, my sword heeded my summon and flew under Na San and with another flick of my Seal of the Sword, my sword grew larger again like it did before and it lifted Na San up like a hovering stretcher. What fortune, I mused, Without this spell, I would have trouble bringing Na San with me.We began walking back to the sculpture wing of the gallery where the breaking noise came from with my sword hovering beside me with Na San on it. Imagine my exhalat

Astral projection. I knew that feeling. The feeling of the Core Spirit of my soul leaving my body. I experienced the same sensation as this when Master Six sent me back through time, back to the final years of the Ming Dynasty and as I left my physical body behind, I lost all ability to control myself, floating into the air like a helpless mist.I passed through the space in the Fog World, out and up to the sky where I looked down and saw a glittering expanse of lighted beads and radiantly speckled lines beneath my feet. But the pretty cityscape down beneath did little to assuage my anxiety. What's happening to me?! What's going on?! A strange voice reverberated in my mind. A voice that sounded oddly familiar even though I could not understand what the voice was saying. It sounded more like a song. A chanting song sang in a tongue I could not recognize.The voice went on and one, growing louder and faster like a klaxon inside my head and so was the speed I

Mr. Huang rose up amidst the dust and splinters of wood like a phoenix rising from its ashes, reborn and renewed. Patting the dust off his clothes, he sniggered. "Did you really expect that I'd be defeated so easily?! I created this Real and Fog World. This is my domain. Mine and only mine! So long as ghosts still wander here, they can be sustenance to me!"So this is what he's after?! I gasped, Sergeant Zhan was trying to buy him time! Gods, we've been thoughtless about that! This dimensional Real and Fog Worlds was created by Mr. Huang, the Spirit of the Heirloom Axe, and they were filled with damaged ghosts missing parts of their Souls. If Mr. Huang could easily dabble with modifications of their Souls, then it should only be expected that he was highly skilled in the manipulation of Souls and that would mean he could just as handily consume any of the damaged ghosts to heal himself and the time that Sergeant Zhan had bought him had allowed him to do just that!

The sudden voice ringing in my head made me shudder. Father?! Is that you?! I reeled as the sight of the Heirloom Axe coming nearer reminded me that I was not dreaming. A deep but sonorous hum reverberated in my ears, nearly knocking me out and Mr. Huang's battleaxe came down with a bursting force that erupted and really had me keeled over, unconscious.I did not know how long had passed. After what felt like a very long time, I opened my eyes frantically, remembering that we were still in danger only to inhale heavily in awe at what I saw! I was standing, right in the middle of the auditorium and my leg was fine! The auditorium which had been battered to ruins and only one door still flapping on one last hinge at the frame of the entrance had been restored to what it was before when I first came and everyone was behind me—Zhu Mei, Old Men Xie and Chen, and even Shang Pei! I panned around, spinning on my heels like a spindle. The same podium that Mr. Huang had been spea

The Windchaser magic might not help them to cover several miles within seconds, but they were quick enough to keep up with the speed of my sword. That alone was marvel enough for me to behold. As he ran, Zhu Mei screamed, "Third Brother!"Shang Pei responded by landed hard on the ground with a crash. I looked and saw he had already reached the level of the art gallery. Only the unexpected happened again. He had barely touched the ground when the statues, effigies, and sculptures in the gallery all began writhing to life! Gods in Heaven, they're really alive?! Godammit!Within moments, we reached the broken French window outside the sculpture wing of the gallery. Zhu Mei charged at the front and before I could warn him about the magical barrier, he planted a foot right in front of the hole in the window when the huge "jin" rune shone brightly like neon lights again!Only nothing happened as I anticipated. Zhu Mei rushed headlong at the hole and