Film 11.

From the very beginning of the Shadow organization, the responsibilities of some positions have been fixed.

Shadow Nine: Protecting the Supreme Seed

Shadows 4, 5, 6, and 7: Guardians of the Eternal Forest.

Throughout the series of Shadow Eleven, there has only been one mission: to protect Professor Blue.

Very few people know that Professor Lan was involved in the creation of [Lone Wolf] and [Shadow], including their early operations, which were all planned by him.

"Mr. Lan, we've known each other for twenty years."

Shadow Eleven said in a deep voice,

“My appearance today has already broken the rules, and I will accept whatever punishment Ninth Master may impose on me afterward.”

"But I still have to tell you, don't go to the Abyss Dimension!"

Upon hearing this, Professor Lan's brows furrowed.

"Is that person's condition worse?"

Ying nodded, tacitly agreeing with this statement.

"According to the message brought back by the myna bird, that person is under a lot of pressure right now."

Since the appearance of the Asura, the demons of the Abyss have gone mad, launching no fewer than a hundred large-scale attacks, and the casualties on the front lines have more than doubled.

"This was to be expected; Shura is too strong, and he's grown too fast..."

Professor Lan rubbed his temples and sighed.

"My skills are too poor to see clearly."

I'll ask you a few questions. Ninth Brother won't make things difficult for you, otherwise I'll kill myself in front of him.

Shadow Eleven: ......

Professor Lan, who is known for his rigorous scholarship, suddenly made a joke that was out of character, which was quite unexpected.

Perhaps, the news of the second awakening has injected new vitality into the aging body.

Withered trees come back to life, and broken rivers begin to flow again.

Professor Lan asked,

"Will my going to the Abyss Plane affect the overall situation of the human race?"

"Won't."

"Will Wuhen's intervention in my second awakening affect him personally?"

"have no idea."

What do you think the chances of success are?

"Less than 10%"

Professor Lan chuckled. "So tall!"

He relaxed, seemingly having made up his mind.

Shadow Eleven couldn't help but speak again.

"But if you just endure for a few more decades, things will fall into place naturally, and you will be able to awaken a second time!"

Given how much the human race values ​​Professor Lan, extending his life to 200 years old, or even another 200 years, would not be a problem!

One option is the risk-free, step-by-step secondary awakening that can be obtained without any problems.

The other option, however, carries enormous risks.

If they fail, Professor Lan could die!

This is what Shadow Eleven fears most!

"Child, please allow me to call you that. Many of you are just children in my eyes."

Professor Lan looked out the window; from this angle, he could just see the Tower of Eternity.

"From the day this tower was built, I applied to be a volunteer and participate in the scientific research and exploration of the Eternal Tower."

"The method for awakening talent was discovered by Nightmare after I reminded him, and it was eventually popularized."

"The bloody battle that followed... well, let's not even mention it."

"I have fought, I have failed, I have succeeded, and I have lived longer and experienced more than most of my peers."

"My long life has taught me one thing: never pin your hopes on tomorrow what you can hold in your hands today."

Professor Lan stood up, walked to the window, and moved closer to the Eternal Tower. Sunlight fell on him, and his aged face was filled with determination. He spoke each word with a firm and resolute tone.

"I can't wait a hundred years."

"I, Lan Tianqi, can't wait even a second longer!"

Mr. Lan always carried a notebook with him, and he would write down a few words whenever something came to mind.

The notebook cover has a line of wild cursive script:

There once lived a scholar named Lan, whose fame reached the heavens, yet whose life was as fragile as paper.

These are the words Lan Tianqi left behind when he was mentally broken and gave up on himself after awakening his F-level talent.

Old Lan kept it, as an encouragement, a spur, and also... a sign of his discontent.

On this day, leaning against the small window, Old Lan took out his pen and slightly modified this passage.

This time, he used regular script, each stroke perfectly upright and powerful.

On the white paper, the ink was not yet dry, yet the ambition of the Kunpeng leaped vividly from the page.

All that could be seen was the blue sky writing:

There once lived a scholar named Lan, whose fame and fate were as great as the heavens!