Chapter 649 Whose Spiritual Body? (Part 1)

"The Arctic fox, the spiritual entity of the red-crowned crane and the Xingnan butterfly?" Yun Zhao frowned and read out the answer in his mind.

No one believed it was Xing Nandie, simply because she was a Sentinel and couldn't resist the mental invasion of the red-eyed one.

But what if we add the distorted Sentinel psychic entity to the reflection?

They grew up together and have a very close relationship. The Arctic Fox must be very familiar with Shen Ying and would not reject her mental power.

With the power of the Dark Guide, it's not impossible for Shen Ying to control two domains.

They might even be able to use the Arctic fox to force Shen Ying out.

But...do we really have to do that?

To possess the complete domain, become a guide of light, and kill Shen Ying and the Arctic Fox...

The original beliefs, fighting methods, and principles for which Dawn Base was willing to give everything can all be traced back to the spiritual legacy left by Shen Ying.

The one who lit a torch in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, defining "protection" and "order".

Yun Zhao's mind suddenly became a little confused, and he felt the red-crowned crane badge on his right shoulder was faintly burning.

She tried to relax, saying, "Give me ten minutes to adjust."

Everyone present could understand, after all, what they were about to face might be the spiritual totem of the Dawn Base.

No one was urging her.

There is still plenty of time.

Xie Tu silently placed the Arctic fox doll back on the float, his movements slow and his back straight as a pine tree, yet exuding an indescribable loneliness.

The dolls were placed on the top shelf of the float.

It stood out conspicuously amidst the messy, overturned pile of dolls; its overly white, fluffy fur clashed with the dim surroundings.

Those ten minutes were eerily silent.

When the time comes.

Xie Tu shifted his gaze from the doll, pulled Yun Zhao back, and the phantom of the fire phoenix slowly appeared behind them.

Jiang Mu immediately understood his intention and turned to signal everyone to retreat to the middle of the street.

This place is at a crossroads, with wide streets and plenty of room to maneuver.

Yun Zhao's thoughts were in turmoil, but he was still worried about his unconscious uncle, so he slowly moved him to a large tree behind him.

Xie Tu gripped the Tang sword tightly in his hand. "Me?"

Yun Zhao knew these words were meant for her, so she nodded gently.

Compared to her, who joined the Dawn Base halfway through, Xie Tu's feelings were more complicated.

The fire phoenix had fully emerged from the domain, its enormous body looming over everyone's heads.

Xie Tu stared at the Arctic fox doll and slowly said, "The gatekeeper is the Arctic fox's spiritual entity."

In an instant.

The atmosphere of the entire ancient town changed instantly.

The previous deathly, sticky atmosphere receded like the tide, and the streets were soon filled with a dim, yellowish hue, like faded old film, making even the scenery seem hazy and unreal.

Judging from the commotion, everyone knew they had guessed correctly this time.

The gatekeeper is not a collectible at all, but a spirit that enjoys excitement.

Xie Tu suddenly looked up at the sky.

The dark sky began to twist violently, and the dark matter turned into countless wisps of black mist, crashing onto the streets of the ancient town.

There's something in the fog.

As soon as Xie Tu finished speaking, a cloud of black mist crashed directly onto the street in front of them.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

A water unicorn emerged from the waves, blocking the rubble that was hurtling towards the crowd.

Ignoring the pain, the water unicorn stared intently into the black mist like a curious child.

Wait until the smoke and dust dissipate.

Everyone saw that the outlines of animals were faintly visible in the black fog that lingered in the street.

It was four or five times larger than the doll, with two eyes like two burning ice-blue flames, its limbs standing in the black mist, its entire body pitch black, and the black mist slowly sliding off its body, turning into a viscous liquid.

It dripped to the ground with a grating, corrosive sound.

It said it had kept its promise and appeared.

A fiery phoenix hovered overhead, helping with the translation.

Yun Zhao looked at the black mist, then suddenly turned his head and his gaze fell on the Arctic fox doll at the very top of the float.

Two Arctic foxes.

One had fluffy, snow-white fur, while the other was completely black.

Does it also dislike its current appearance?

Its body was no longer pure white; it was stained and entangled by this filthy black mist, becoming so hideous and terrifying.

This thought, like a fine needle, gently pricked Yun Zhao.

She felt she couldn't think about it anymore.

Sympathy for the enemy is the most fatal weakness on the battlefield. The Arctic fox is dead, and its very essence has long since vanished into the annals of history.

History doesn't wait for everyone; she should do what she should do and what she believes is right.

Suddenly, the black mist launched an attack.

Countless swords formed from dark matter hurtled toward the direction where the group stood.

Yun Zhao gently raised his hand, without even summoning the little bluebird.

The surging black mist, imbued with a chilling aura and stubborn pollution, seemed to have struck an invisible, absolutely pure barrier as it touched the area just inches in front of her fingertips, emitting a muffled groan.

The dark matter quickly dissipated, turning into wisps of harmless blue smoke, and eventually vanished completely into the air.

The whole process was handled with a light touch, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

"You are no match for me," Yun Zhao said slowly as he approached it, his voice not loud.

In the thick fog, those two icy, fiery eyes flickered violently, revealing an expression of disbelief.

It instinctively took a half step back, causing the surging black mist around it to freeze.

Everyone understood what it meant.

This Arctic fox gatekeeper had never seen a guide as strong as Yun Zhao.

As Yun Zhao took a step closer, the black mist surrounding him instinctively took a step back.

Xie Tu translated: "It said, 'But you can't kill it either.'"

The most difficult thing is to manage a gatekeeper without a physical form, when it becomes deeply integrated into the entire contaminated area, almost becoming the rule itself.

Like the city of Nanjing, only by finding a way to fulfill its obsession will it truly disappear.

But what is the Arctic fox's obsession?

As a spiritual entity, what kind of obsession drove it to break through everything and ultimately become one of the gatekeepers of Contaminated Zone Six in the final moment of its physical life's demise?

Yun Zhao was tired of guessing.

Tell me, what is your obsession?

The creature hiding in the black mist had long since lost its original form.

The black mist was still retreating, as if it wanted to run away.

It said, "Obsession? Forgotten...forgotten everything..."

It only remembers the endless cold, and the necessity of defending this territory...

But why did we defend it in the first place? And what were we defending?

Those warm, tender, and memorable things have long been blurred by the passage of time and the thick darkness.

Yun Zhao's fingers curled up slightly.

She already knew the answer in her heart.

The Arctic foxes guard the twin towers, the source of pollution and also the source of human disaster.