No matter how Long Qianling called out to him, Bai Qingnian kept his eyes tightly closed, as if he were a statue.
Long Qianling looked up and around. Everyone in mid-air and on the ground had their eyes closed and were motionless, as if they had been frozen in place.
The Heaven-Slaying Sword, which was tightly gripped by the Ghost King Luo Mei, gleamed with a faint red light.
Long Qianling flew directly to Luo Mei and snatched the Heaven-Slaying Sword from her hand.
Long Qianling gripped the sword hilt, carefully sensing the aura emanating from it.
Suddenly, a red light burst forth from the sword, heading straight for Long Qianling's face.
Fortunately, Long Qianling reacted quickly and turned his head to avoid the red light that carried a chilling killing intent.
"A sword spirit?!"
"Hmph! Dragon Clan member, release my body at once!" The red light materialized in front of Long Qianling, and a little girl in red appeared before her with an arrogant expression.
Long Qianling's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to grab the sword spirit by the neck.
The sword spirit was shocked and cried out in panic, "You, you actually managed to touch me? You're a god!"
Only gods can touch all things in the world, and this woman in front of me has actually become a god!
Long Qianling tightened her grip, her eyes icy cold: "What did you do to them?"
The sword spirit trembled with fear and honestly replied, "They just pulled me into an illusion. Who told them to disturb my sleep!"
"Release them!"
"..."
"I'm telling you to release them!" Long Qianling's voice deepened, his golden eyes filled with murderous intent.
Staring intently at by those eyes, the sword spirit swallowed nervously.
It's important to understand that God can not only touch them, but also easily shatter their spirits.
"No, I can't... I can't do it..."
"Can't do it?" Long Qianling's tone was icy. "Since you refuse, then don't blame me for being impolite." Long Qianling applied slight pressure, and the sword spirit screamed in pain.
"Wait! I'll let it go, I'll let it go, okay!" The sword spirit cried, feeling extremely wronged. It just wanted to take a nap, how did it run into such a tough opponent?
The sword spirit formed hand seals and chanted incantations. However, its incantation only flashed briefly before disappearing.
Long Qianling glanced around and realized that they didn't seem to be awake at all, which made her even angrier.
Seeing that she was about to continue, the sword spirit had no choice but to explain, "My power hasn't fully awakened yet. The illusion can only be opened, not closed. I really... can't help it..."
"Useless!" Long Qianling mocked.
The sword spirit dared not speak out against his anger.
"How can we wake them up?" Long Qianling asked again.
The sword spirit shrank back, stammering, "Someone needs to enter the illusion to awaken them..."
"Then why don't you hurry up and open it!?" Long Qianling shook the sword spirit hard, his face full of impatience.
The sword spirit was taken aback, then looked at the impatient Long Qianling and asked, "You want to go in?"
"nonsense"
"But once you enter the illusion, even if you recognize them, they won't remember who you are. It's called an illusion, but it's actually a small world I created."
They may have changed their identities now. To wake them up, you must wake one of them, even if it's just one, but it's still difficult..."
The sword spirit hesitated, but it didn't need to say anything more; it was confident that the dragon had already heard it clearly.
Call him.
Long Qianling pointed at Bai Qingnian on the ground. The sword spirit followed her finger, glanced at her, and then looked away, returning its gaze to Long Qianling's face.
"If you can't wake him up, you'll also be trapped in the illusion. Do you really want to go in?"
It might take tens of thousands of years for its power to awaken. Is this dragon really willing to do that?
“I won’t be unable to wake him up,” Long Qianling said with certainty.
Seeing her certainty, the sword spirit had no choice but to open the entrance to the illusion once more.
Long Qianling was personally sent in by the sword spirit, and his demonic power and memories were still preserved.
Long Qianling stepped into the entrance of the illusion and completely lost consciousness. She was frozen in mid-air, and her consciousness had entered the illusion.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a dense jungle.
"Drip-drip-drip"
The ring on his hand made a beeping sound, and Long Qianling quickly raised his hand to take a look.
With just that one glance, another memory surfaced in her mind.
Almost instinctively, she reached out and tapped the green dot in the center of the ring. Instantly, a blue light screen appeared in mid-air, containing a woman.
The woman saw her and a smile of excitement appeared on her face: "Boss, are you alright?"
Long Qianling shook her head with a blank expression; she clearly hadn't adapted to her new identity yet.
She also knew that this illusion was derived from another parallel world, which seemed to be some kind of modern world.
Her current identity is the leader of a mercenary group, and her new identity is also called Long Qianling.
Here, Long Qianling had to commend the sword spirit for its skill. To ensure that those entering the illusion wouldn't find it strange, it even preserved their names and personalities from their subconscious.
The ring on your hand is actually a high-tech product that can communicate.
She was in the jungle because someone paid her to steal information from her employer's nemesis, but the other party was also prepared, which led to the fight.
When she arrived, the fight was over, and she had the documents in her hands.
"Boss, the employer has received the news. When are you going back to the base?" the woman on the other end asked.
Long Qianling lowered her eyes, sorting through her memories, and coldly ordered, "Have someone take the documents to her."
"OK"
Seeing that she nodded, Long Qianling immediately cut off the contact.
Looking up through the lush canopy of trees at the cloudless blue sky, he raised his hand to touch his forehead to sense it, but the divine mark remained unresponsive.
It's broken...
Long Qianling lowered her hand and looked away.
Fortunately, she had drunk the little fox's blood beforehand, so she was able to find him by his scent.
Long Qianling twirled his fingers and led his men away from the jungle.
On the other side.
Late at night, City A.
"You're saying you're our biological son?" In the huge villa, a middle-aged man looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief.
Bai Shaoheng nodded, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Bai Qingnian sitting on the sofa, his eyes full of provocation.
“Dad, he really is my younger brother. I’ve already done a paternity test. Here you go.” Bai Yi handed a file folder to the middle-aged man.
But a middle-aged woman sitting to the side snatched it away first.
Bai Fengfu opened it, looked at it for a while, and then slowly closed it. Her gaze fell on Bai Shaoheng's face, and her voice was calm.
"You are indeed my biological son..."
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