Chapter 271: Rescue Lingling's Father, the Door to the Temple
Buzz——!!!
The light of the holy sword suddenly surged, and the body of the Red Devil could not even hold out for three seconds under the purification of the holy power, and was completely reduced to ashes.
Just as it dissipated, seven scarlet souls shot out like meteors, drawing strange trajectories in the air.
Wang Feng's eyes focused and he recognized the faces of several of the souls - Lu Nian, Leng Jue, and Yu Ang.
"That's Dad!" Lingling suddenly grabbed the corner of Wang Feng's clothes tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, "Wang Feng, he's my dad!"
Her trembling finger pointed at one of the slightly dim souls.
Wang Feng frowned, raised his hand, and the holy power turned into golden chains, which arrested all seven souls.
He lightly tapped his fingertips, and a pure holy light penetrated into Qin Zhan's soul, and the red devil's evil spirit wrapped around it immediately melted like ice and snow.
Qin Zhan's soul gradually regained clarity. He looked around blankly, and his eyes finally fell on Lingling, who was crying: "Are you... Lingling?" The voice was as ethereal as whispers in the wind.
"Dad!" Lingling's voice was choked with sobs, and tears kept sliding down her cheeks.
"Be good, don't cry." Qin Zhan looked at his daughter tenderly and habitually raised his hand to wipe her tears, but his illusory fingers went straight through Lingling's face.
He was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand with a wry smile, turned to Wang Feng and said solemnly: "It was you who solved the Red Devil, right? Thank you."
"It's my duty." Wang Feng shook his head slightly.
At this time, Wangyue Mingjian stepped forward and said in an old voice with a pleading tone: "Wang Feng, could you please awaken Yiqiu's soul?"
Wang Feng nodded, and once again gathered holy power at his fingertips. A ray of golden light penetrated into one of the souls.
However, as the first generation of Red Devil, Yi Qiu's soul had long been completely eroded and assimilated. Even with Wang Feng's holy power, he could only barely awaken a trace of remaining consciousness.
Wangyue Mingjian was already satisfied.
He trembled as he approached the blurry soul figure and whispered every detail of those years.
The hunters around were all looking at the power Wang Feng displayed in shock. Several older hunters looked at each other, with surprise and doubt in their eyes.
This ability that transcends conventional magic can only be found in two places in this world - the Holy City and the Parthenon.
About five minutes later, Wang Feng sighed softly: "Although I know you still have a lot to say, the time is up."
Lingling and Wangyue Mingjian raised their heads at the same time and looked at Wang Feng in confusion.
"Their souls were able to survive because of the power of the Red Devil, but now..." Wang Feng pointed at the souls that were beginning to become transparent.
"If this continues, their souls will completely dissipate, perhaps being absorbed by smaller worlds like the underworld."
"Then do you have a solution?" Lingling eagerly grabbed Wang Feng's arm, her eyes full of pleading, "Or maybe you can."
She hesitated to speak, but her meaning was clear - she knew that Wang Feng possessed the Parthenon Soul and mastered the art of resurrection.
Wang Feng shook his head slowly.
The most basic condition for the resurrection technique is a complete body as a container, but the Leng Hunter King has been dead for a long time and his body no longer exists.
Even if one uses the power of the Eye of Time to go back in time, it is an impossible task to completely restore a body.
Of course, there are other options - such as transforming Qin Zhan into an undead.
But if that happened, he would no longer be the original Qin Zhan.
Wangyue Mingjian looked at Lingling's eyes, which had dimmed for a moment, and gently patted her shoulder: "Child, you are very lucky to be able to say goodbye like this."
The old man turned to the souls that were gradually becoming transparent, and a look of relief appeared in his cloudy eyes.
"Well, Lingling, don't be sad for me." The soul of the cold hunting king Qin Zhan said gently, "I am already very satisfied to see you one last time. Remember to say goodbye to your sister for me."
Lingling nodded vigorously, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and turned to Wang Feng: "Then what should we do next?"
"Let me take over next." Wang Feng raised his lips slightly. "Although I can't revive him, I can still send my father-in-law to the paradise."
"Wait, father-in-law?" Qin Zhan's soul shook obviously, revealing a look of surprise.
"Open the door of the temple!"
A huge soul shadow suddenly appeared behind Wang Feng, and pure holy power spread out like ripples.
An illusory portal emitting soft light slowly opened in the air, and auspicious clouds and fairy music could be vaguely seen inside the portal.
"This is! The Holy Hall!" Wangyue Mingjian widened his eyes and was so shocked that he was incoherent.
The Holy Temple, this small plane opened up by the first Lord of the Holy City, has become a paradise beyond the underworld after more than two thousand years of operation.
Originally it was just to protect the souls of forbidden spell mages from being contaminated by the dark plane, but now it has become the final destination that all holy city mages dream of.
(Note: The temple does appear in the original novel, but it was mentioned by Michael, so it is uncertain whether it is the world after death. This is a secondary setting.)
Lingling gazed up at the portal through which holy light flowed, tears welling up in her eyes once again. She knew this was the best place for her father.
Qin Zhan's soul gradually solidified in the holy light. He looked at the sacred door, then at his daughter and Wang Feng, his eyes full of relief and blessings.
As a breeze blew by, his figure slowly floated towards the door of the temple and finally merged into the eternal light.
Wang Feng raised his hand and waved it. The holy light rolled up Yi Qiu and You Lai's souls like silk and gently sent them into the door of the temple.
The two souls gradually stretched out in the holy light, and the hostility between their brows also dissipated.
As for the remaining souls, shadow ripples appeared on Wang Feng's left hand, and the dark shadow power wrapped around them like chains, sealing them all into the shadow plane.
These souls will wait there until Alice, the mother of Medusa, inherits the throne of the Evil Saint King, and become her helpers in inheriting the status of the Evil Saint King.
The door of the temple slowly closed, the last ray of holy light dissipated into the air, and the hall returned to peace.
Wang Feng's eyes were like lightning as he slowly swept over the hunters whispering in the hall. Wherever his sight fell, everyone unconsciously held their breath.
"Everyone," Wang Feng said in a low voice, but with undeniable strength, "I hope you will treat everything you saw and heard tonight as a dream."
As soon as the words fell, the hunters present immediately understood.
"Of course, of course!" A middle-aged hunter was the first to react, pretending to rub his eyes. "Huh? Why am I here? Shouldn't I be sleeping?"
"Ouch!" Another old hunter king slapped his forehead exaggeratedly, "Didn't I come here to use the restroom? How did I end up here for no apparent reason?"
In a blink of an eye, these experienced hunters came up with all kinds of lame excuses. Some claimed to be sleepwalking, some pretended to have amnesia, and some even talked about going to see a doctor for auditory hallucinations.
In less than a moment, all the figures in the hall had dispersed.
"Wang Feng, can I still see my father?" Lingling asked.
Wang Feng smiled and rubbed Lingling's head.
"There's a chance."
(End of this chapter)
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