When Long Xun found Mu Feng in the Phoenix God Palace, he was in human form, his ten fingers reaching into the void and grabbing something. A semi-transparent, blank soul took shape in front of him.

Long Xun's deep, dark gold vertical pupils swept over the soul, while he stood quietly to the side, not disturbing his friend's actions.

Mu Feng had already sensed Long Xun's arrival, but since Long Xun didn't seem to want to bother him, he didn't say anything.

The sculpting of this soul is nearing its end.

Unlike a completely new and blank soul, when Mu Feng was shaping this soul, he also drew out several seemingly broken and unattached causal threads around himself and placed them on this soul, and also took out a part of his own memories and handed them over to it.

Cause and effect are intertwined, encompassing the past and future; memories are entrusted to carry the present. This newly born soul can no longer be considered blank; rather, it has become someone else.

Mu Feng waved his hand, and the semi-transparent soul disappeared in front of him. The gentle and handsome man turned his face and smiled as he explained, "I was bored, so I sent my consciousness to play in the mortal world. When I left, there was a child who was too sad... I couldn't bear it, so I decided to give him some comfort."

Long Xun was completely uninterested in this. While Mu Feng was speaking, Long Xun, who had not yet quit the Cangyun profession, silently picked up his sword and shield. The moment Mu Feng finished speaking, he jumped over with a powerful leap.

The suppressed killing intent roared wildly, and endless darkness spread out from his body with his leap!

All light was absorbed, leaving behind a deathly, eternal, boundless darkness, more terrifying than a black hole.

When Long Xun drew his sword at him, Mu Feng couldn't help but show surprise and bewilderment on his face, but when the black energy burst out, his expression completely turned to shock.

How familiar this terrible, all-consuming negative emotion is!

Endless golden light emanated from his body, soft and warm like sunlight, piercing through the darkness and enveloping the man whose face was cold and stern, whose eyes were dark and devoid of any clear light.

With a thud, Mu Feng left her original spot, transforming into a golden phoenix. Like lightning, she detached herself from the Phoenix God Palace and headed straight for the Chaos. Close behind her was a dark mass resembling a black hole. Anything that approached that darkness, no matter what it was, would instantly vanish.

Fortunately, a layer of golden light firmly enveloped the outside, preventing the darkness from spreading endlessly.

Sometimes I envy ordinary people. When they are in pain, they can cry, scream, go crazy, and vent their emotions in any way they can.

But Long Xun... his power is destructive, and once he goes mad, the consequences will be unbearable for anyone.

So even when the pain was unbearable, he could only remain clear-headed and rational, refraining from doing or saying anything, using all his willpower to endure and tolerate.

Be patient! Be patient! Be patient! Be patient! Be patient!

In the chaos, the rampaging blade light chased after the swift golden light. Each strike created a scene as if the heavens and earth were being created, but before it could evolve into wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, the darkness that followed would annihilate everything.

The only orderly cluster of things in the chaos was that celestial cosmos.

A golden and a silver light shone brightly, forming two protective shields that firmly protected the universe, which resembled a glass ball in the chaos, preventing it from being affected by the battle between the two supreme beings.

I can't take it anymore! I don't want to endure it anymore! I refuse to endure it any longer!

It hurts so much...it hurts so much...

In that darkness, Long Xun's lips were tightly pressed together, his face taut, and his eyes still showed no light. He let himself immerse himself in grief. He could do this even in the chaos, without caring about the consequences.

I'm sorry... Mu, it hurts so much... I'm so sorry...

I don't know what to do... I'm sorry...

His muddled mind would occasionally clear for a moment, and he would see the golden phoenix, which he was chasing in a sorry state, being occasionally struck by the blade's edge, its feathers breaking off and turning into clusters of golden flames that burned away completely.

Tears welled up uncontrollably as Long Xun couldn't help but think how terrible he was.

This is terrible...

Unable to protect my loved one...

Venturing anger at a friend...

He's terrible like this.

Stupid...incredibly stupid.

He knew that Mu Feng would understand him, tolerate him, and understand that he did this because his anger was vented on others, and the consequences were unpredictable.

So he came to find Mu Feng.

I need to calm down... before I can seek revenge on Bei Chen.

Even though he couldn't help thinking... let's just destroy everything... what about the Heavenly Evolution World, what about the Small World... what about the others, what about the innocent... what does it have to do with him?

Anyone can believe that might makes right, that anything is right, and that any means are acceptable in pursuit of power... so why can't he?

He is the strongest; he can do whatever he wants with everything in the world.

Those things are smaller than ants, more insignificant than dust, so why does he have to take such meticulous care of them like a fool?

Even though he was already thinking about it... he still couldn't actually do it.

Over such a long period of time, the instinct to protect was deeply ingrained in his bones. Long Xun deeply loathed himself for this, pathetically mocking himself, yet he still found Mu Feng.

How ridiculous.

Who will thank you?

They're all laughing at you behind your back, saying you're stupid.

Ridiculous... Ridiculous...

...

As the blade's edge gradually disappeared into the chaos, the darkness that could even devour the chaos itself slowly vanished. A dragon-man clad in black armor and with a white beard stood there, his expression indifferent, yet his brows concealed an inescapable self-mockery and weariness. A deep sense of languor and vicissitude enveloped his entire being in a somber atmosphere.

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