Chapter 212: Continuing the reunion/dealing with the truth about Mr. Zong’s spiritual power…
Adrian stared at the hooded figure on the screen without blinking.
Even before ecstasy, fear and disbelief surged. It was like pressing my entire heart into tears, a bitterness coursing through my blood and forcing my eyes to turn red.
The pointed chin, the vaguely revealed figure and the clear voice in the picture have all appeared in my dreams countless times.
Even if the face is blocked and it's just a back view, he can recognize it immediately.
He was certain that this must be Yun Fu Yu, but he was also afraid that he had made a mistake and was overjoyed.
Adrian rushed out of the base at the fastest speed, and the starship headed straight for the planet Aesera, fearing that if he was a second late, the illusion like a mirage would disappear into thin air.
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The rebels' territory.
"Why are you stopping me? I want to go find him!"
In just such a short time, Zhou Bai had already equipped himself and was about to break into the jurisdiction of Hengjin Tower alone.
"Why are you so anxious?! The other party didn't even show his face. What if it's a trap?! Besides, how do you know you didn't make a mistake?!"
Zhou Bai was almost mad: "It has nothing to do with you! Don't worry about it!"
In the past, Zhou Bai was very concerned about the overall situation, but this time, after just taking a look at the live broadcast handed to him by his subordinates, he was like possessed and wanted to go to the Hengjin Tower's jurisdiction to find Yun Fuyu on the spot.
The others had only heard of Yun Fuyu and knew that he was a teammate of Zhou Bai and the other two in the military academy and that they had a very close relationship.
Unfortunately, Yun Fuyu died in a pollution disaster in Yongyao Pagoda seven years ago.
How could someone who had been dead for seven years suddenly appear in the blockade area's dragnet?
If it really is Yun Fu Yu, why doesn't he show his face?
It looks like a trap no matter how you look at it!
Given Zhou Bai's impulsive state, if he caused any big noise, it would be easy for Hengjin Tower to catch him.
They were counting on Lin Chaosheng and Seraphina to stop Zhou Bai, but Lin Chaosheng went to the beach and Seraphina went on a mission, and both of them had not returned yet.
Zhou Bai angrily said, "I know better than you! If you try to stop me again, I'll take action!"
The quarrel escalated and it looked like a fight was about to break out.
Originally, Zhou Bai was not angry, but someone insisted that Zhou Bai was deceived, questioning whether Yun Fuyu himself was worth Zhou Bai taking such a big risk, and even said something like "If Yun Fuyu were still alive, he would not want you to take such a risk."
Zhou Bai was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.
But as the argument went on, Zhou Bai didn't notice that some of the people who were trying to stop him had shut up.
Their expressions became subtle, and they looked past him and looked not far behind Zhou Bai, with disbelief in their expressions.
But Zhou Bai was so angry that his temples were throbbing, and he didn't notice this for the time being.
He suddenly grabbed the collar of the person who was talking nonsense, clenched his other hand into a fist with veins bulging, and was about to hit the person.
Zhou Bai: "Watch your words! You——"
Suddenly, his wrist was gently grabbed.
Zhou Bai's whole body stiffened. His patience for today had been exhausted. He uttered a few words through gritted teeth.
"I told you, I hate it most when people just pull me around!"
The hand behind him just squeezed his hand gently, then paused hesitantly.
The atmosphere among the people around was eerily still.
The people who were arguing just now became silent with dull expressions, looking behind Zhou Bai without saying a word.
In this atmosphere, Zhou Bai suddenly realized a possibility and did not dare to look back for a moment.
A second or two later, a familiar, otherworldly voice sounded behind Zhou Bai.
"...Zhou Bai."
Just hearing the voice calling his name, Zhou Bai could no longer control his emotions.
Zhou Bai grasped Yun Fuyu's forearm with trembling knuckles, turned around and hugged Yun Fuyu in his arms.
Zhou Bai's tears flowed like a broken string, his throat was speechless, and his arms were so strong that he almost rubbed Yun Fuyu into his bones and blood.
So, for five whole minutes, everyone just watched Commander Zhou holding the person in his arms tightly and crying like a child.
And the person being hugged... seems to really be... Yun Fu Yu?
After Commander Zhou hugged the man, his face was completely blocked. Only two white arms could be seen wrapped around Zhou Bai's back, resting on his rough and worn coat.
Yun Fuyu's hair was disheveled. She struggled to raise her hands from Zhou Bai's arms, patted his back, and touched the back of his head.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to take so long to get back... I'm sorry."
Zhou Bai's tears quickly wet the clothes on Yun Fuyu's shoulders, and then wet Yun Fuyu's head.
"They said you were the Holy Son of the Church... Fortunately, you really came back... Xiaoyun, are you really the World Tree? You don't look much like a tree..."
Yun Fuyu's eyes were red and she hugged Zhou Bai back tightly.
"Now it's Xiaoyun."
Yun Fuyu was like a traveler who had walked into the wrong place. Others said that seven years had passed, but his emotions were still floating and he had not settled down for a while.
Chao Zhao and Chao Hui have also changed a lot, but after all, they once existed in the memory of the Son of God, and they are destined to meet more times in the future, so it is not so real.
It was not until he felt Zhou Bai's tears on his shoulder that the deep pain of separation from relatives and friends was truly and hotly engraved in his soul.
These are only relatives of Yun Fuyu, an ordinary person.
......
After finally coaxing Zhou Bai, Zhou Bai didn't even bother to scold Chao Zhao. He pulled Yun Fuyu to look left and right, fearing that he was injured.
After feeling relieved, Zhou Bai led a group of people towards their residence.
"Xiaoyun, are you hungry? We've moved into the same small house now. My parents, my brother and sister, Aunt Lin, and Seraphina's sister all live together. We've always kept a room for you..."
As a result, after walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from far behind me.
Yun Fu Yu turned around.
Lin Chaosheng stood in a daze at the corner, and the thing in his hand fell to the ground. His eyes quickly turned red, and tears fell to the ground before he could speak.
He looked terrified and at a loss, like an ordinary person who had suddenly won a jackpot from the sky, and was afraid that his dream would be shattered the moment he held the ticket tightly.
Yun Fuyu ran over, almost jumped up, and hugged him tightly.
"Lin Chaosheng!"
Lin Chaosheng cried for ten minutes without stopping.
He held Yun Fuyu's shoulders tightly with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other hand, as if he was trying his best to hold Yun Fuyu in his arms and never separate again.
Big tears rolled down, and Yun Fuyu's hair became wet again.
They have waited too long.
Seven years.
Seven years is enough for a child to go from elementary school to university, and for Zhou Huai to go from a little brat who has just awakened his spiritual power to a prestigious captain.
They waited from the age of 21 to 24.
When graduation came, Yun Fuyu still hadn't returned.
The planned plan to rent a house together came to nothing. Zhou Bai rented a house and then gave it up. He could only ask Yun Fuyu in his dream how he liked to decorate the room.
They continued to wait, from the age of 24 to 28.
All three members of the team moved from wandering the borderlands to finding the whereabouts of the rebels, and then to defeating those who disobeyed them and becoming their leaders.
Yun Fuyu still didn't come back.
In fact, they knew that Yun Fuyu might not come back.
Perhaps out of a desire to atone for his sins, Chao Zhao ignored the confidentiality agreement of the Seven Towers and told them about the Son of God.
Therefore, several people knew Yun Fuyu's true identity.
What they actually want is... to live longer and work harder.
In this way, when a child is born again from the World Tree, he will see a better world.
By that time, Yun Fuyu might not remember them, and they would have become old men.
But if they are lucky enough to still be alive, perhaps they will have the chance to see Xiaoyun again.
Just wait long enough.
Perhaps one fine spring season, the Vatican will reopen the festival, and amidst the colorful ribbons, banners, and balloons, people will celebrate the blessings of the World Tree under the blossoming trees.
By that time, the elderly retired commander was already qualified to meet the Son of God.
There would be a black-haired little kid who would stick his head out from behind the bishop and look at them curiously, with tears in his bright eyes.
As long as this is the case, they are satisfied.
Zhou Huai waited on the side, watching her notoriously vicious brother and the stern Brother Lin hugging Yun Fu Yu and crying like fools.
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The rebels' command center is located on a massive starship.
This starship has a history of many years and was originally produced by space pirates who colluded with the nobles.
After several generations of transformation, it has become like a small mobile city.
A few years ago, there were many ordinary members here.
Now that the rebels have occupied territory on the planet, only core members are allowed to enter and exit the starship.
The covered bridge is wide and empty, and the light strips reflected on the iron-gray walls are particularly cold.
The sound of a group of people's footsteps echoed in the silence.
Tick, tick, tick.
The floodgates were wide open all the way.
No one could stop today's visitors, so there was no need to stop them.
......
Mr. Zong dismissed all his subordinates and sat alone in the command room, waiting for visitors to arrive.
The information recognition system at the door beeped, and the red light flashed for a moment, and before the alarm could sound, it suddenly dimmed.
The heavy gears of the door were forced open, letting in a beam of light.
Through the crack in the door, there was only the figure of a young man standing against the light.
Then, a powerful mental force instantly supported the door, forming a transparent barrier between the inside and the outside.
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After the reunion with teammates, it’s time to settle accounts with Mr. Zong.
Yun Fuyu entered alone, and the others stood guard at the door.
The light in the command room was not very bright. Mr. Zong's face was deep and gloomy, and his eye sockets were hidden in the shadows.
There was a cup of tea brewed on the table in front of him, steaming hot and fragrant, which was completely inconsistent with the gloomy atmosphere around him.
Mr. Zong: "Why, are you afraid that our conversation will be overheard?"
Yun Fuyu pulled out a chair and sat in front of Mr. Zong.
He spoke casually, picking up the tea and sniffing it.
"Is it poisoned?"
Mr. Zong raised the corners of his lips and smiled.
"Can't the Holy Son tell the difference?"
Yun Fu Yu remained silent.
He was not prepared to let Mr. Zong decide the rhythm of the conversation, so he said:
"I'll give you fifteen years to study your mental abilities. What have you discovered?"
Mr. Zong did not drink tea.
After a moment's silence, he gave up beating around the bush and told the truth.
"I've been researching and developing the human psychic realm. Nine years ago, I developed a method to stimulate the psychic realm and thereby increase its level. This method can elevate an A-level psychic to S-level, but unfortunately, it affects long-term lifespan.
Don't get me wrong, I never forced anyone to be experimented on.
There are quite a few willing test subjects who are vying for me to help them become stronger."
Mr. Zong looked towards the door and said indifferently, "—Including Lin Chaosheng."
Lin Chaosheng was loyal to Yun Fuyu and once took the initiative to ask for an experiment to improve his mental power to S level.
Yun Fuyu turned around and met her friends' worried gazes, her eyes narrowed.
At the same time, Yun Fuyu said to Mr. Zong:
"Zhou Bai and Seraphina will stop him."
Yun Fuyu believes in his teammates and will not allow Lin Chaosheng to make such a dangerous decision.
"For the past nine years, I've been researching how to give ordinary people spiritual power. No one in the Seven Towers can match me in understanding the principles, limits, and transformation methods of the spiritual realm."
Yun Fuyu commented expressionlessly:
"continue."
Mr. Zong snorted coldly.
“So far, there is only one thing I still can’t figure out.
Mental power is not a function that can be evolved normally by humans. It depends on human consciousness, but not on the human brain.
If you want to deprive someone of their mental power, you only need to make them completely lose their memory. But if you want to give an ordinary person mental power, that is extremely difficult."
"I've conducted countless experiments, and at best, I can only allow ordinary people to gain D-level mental power. However, the test subjects will die after only a month."
This is his biggest regret.
If he could possess endless life like the World Tree, perhaps he could make a breakthrough in this area.
"During this period, I tried to look back and find the answer to the formation of spiritual power from human historical records.
But a thousand years ago, humans encountered an outbreak of pollution, and historical records became interrupted.
The initial data on spiritual power is almost blank."
Mr. Zong knew that he could not escape death.
The muscles on his cheeks twitched, and his expression was filled with reluctance and viciousness.
Even if I am going to die, I have to figure it out before I die.
The moment this desperate idea came to his mind, his hands and feet began to go numb, and his entire body felt as if its breathing was being strangled.
But the blood flow rate increased rapidly, hitting the eardrum, making me extremely excited and extremely unwilling.
Mr. Zong's cheek muscles twitched, a sinister look in his eyes. Like the serpent in the Garden of Eden tempting humanity, he leaned forward, approaching Yun Fuyu.
"There's only one thing. If I can figure this out, I'll die without regrets."
"How did humans gain spiritual power?"
Yun Fuyu held the teacup and shook the clear tea in the light.
He was as calm as if he was sitting in his own courtyard taking a rest, and did not take Mr. Zong's dying struggle seriously at all.
The tea reflected the cold expression of the Son of God.
As soon as the Son of God opened his mouth, he pushed back the burden that Mr. Zong wanted to unload.
"I promised you to use my body for experiments, to research and develop human spiritual power. But you broke that promise and conducted illegal human experiments during my seven years away."
A feeling of oppression like a dark cloud gradually gathered in the room.
Under the pressure of mental force, veins appeared on the back of Mr. Zong's hands and he pressed hard on the table.
However, his hand was extremely close to the teacup, and he could bypass the Son of God's control at any time and take his own life and death into his own hands.
Mr. Zong practically gritted his teeth, uttering sinister accusations through his teeth.
"It was your inaction that led to the destruction of the Zong family. Since you wish to experience human life, you must atone for your sins for the Zong family. I've shown mercy by not throwing you into the auction house."
Yun Fuyu sighed softly.
"Are you still so stubborn now? You think you understand human memory, but your own brain can fool you."
Mr. Zong held up the teacup with his hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Yun Fuyu said, "Twenty years ago, the Zong family was at its peak. They had controlled the Seven Towers Council for nearly fifty years. If they were given another ten years, perhaps the entire Seven Towers would change their surname to Zong."
"But at this moment, the Holy See announced the imminent arrival of the Holy Son."
"For thousands of years, the power of the seven towers has waxed and waned.
"Though history has seen situations where one faction dominated, the Holy Son would force the forces back into balance. Every time the Holy Son appeared, the forces within the Seven Towers were pushed back into equilibrium."
"So, what will the Zong family think?"
Yun Fuyu smiled.
"Either try every possible means to delay the Holy Son's appearance, or simply do it completely and wipe him out completely."
"When the Son of God isn't around, the Seven Towers and the Church can still function normally... so why should we tolerate an existence suppressing us?"
“But the Son of God is under the strict protection of the Holy See, and the Holy See is located in another dimension.
Breaking into the Vatican is clearly beyond human power."
“It just so happens that the Zong family has a young genius named Zong Siyuan.
Although he was only taken back to the clan at the age of seven or eight, he has a pure heart and has passed the initial selection for priests at such a young age. He will soon enter the Vatican."
Mr. Zong's hand holding the teacup trembled imperceptibly, causing ripples in the tea.
Yun Fuyu didn't care about the uproar in Mr. Zong's heart, and told the story calmly.
“Before Zong Siyuan was taken back to the Zong family, he had a civilian friend.
This friend is not a psychic, but he is very smart. He and Zong Siyuan share the same ideals and have once determined to change the current situation of the Seven Towers and allow everyone to have psychic powers.
But my friend's family was poor, and it was thanks to Zong Siyuan's support that he was able to devote himself wholeheartedly to scientific research."
Mr. Zong could no longer maintain his apparent calm. He was breathing rapidly, grabbing his hair as if he was having a stress attack.
"......Shut up."
"One day, the aircraft this friend's parents were riding in accidentally crashed into the contaminated area of Yunya Tower. They survived, but the contamination had penetrated their bone marrow.
Although the priests are helpless in this matter, fortunately, the Son of God is about to be born. Perhaps the Son of God can solve this problem?"
With a "thump", Yun Fuyu gently placed the teacup on the table.
"Who will the Zong family start with next?"
"If this friend asked Zong Siyuan to meet the Holy Son and find a way to save his life, would Zong Siyuan refuse?"
Mr. Zong couldn't breathe and grabbed his neck with a flushed face.
"Shut up!"
The calmness from more than ten minutes ago was gone.
The secret he had hidden in his heart for twenty years was revealed. He could no longer play the victim in front of the Son of God, and he was in such a state of embarrassment that he had nowhere to hide.
Everyone who knew about this is dead.
Twenty years ago, even the Son of God did not know about this, otherwise he might not have agreed to the contract at all.
Why would Yun Fuyu know now?
......Why did Yun Fuyu know?
"You accepted the reward promised by the Zong family and acted as their lobbyist, asking Zong Siyuan to find the Holy Son.
Before his death, Zong Siyuan realized that he was being used by the Zong family. He handed the Holy Son over to you and asked you to return him to the Vatican.
“But you’re not willing to give up.
You witnessed the death of your friends, the downfall of your clan, and the shattering of all the promises of the future."
"From then on, you regarded yourself as Zong Siyuan and vowed to achieve research results and avenge the Zong family."
"In this case, it's the fault of the Church and the Seven Towers, but not yours."
Mr. Zong's eyes were bloodshot. He stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table, and leaned over to Yun Fuyu like a madman.
"I say, enough!"
He was much taller than Yun Fuyu, and if he got this close, his shadow would fall on Yun Fuyu.
The three people outside the door rushed up and were about to take action, but they suddenly bumped into the transparent mental barrier and could not get in.
They were extremely anxious and could not hear any sound from inside the transparent barrier. They could only see Mr. Zong's distorted expression, as if he was roaring something.
Mr. Zong stretched out his hand, trying to grab Yun Fuyu's collar——
The next second, Mr. Zong's knee slammed heavily to the ground.
The mental force suppressed every inch of his body, as if the gravity had increased several times, so that he had to use all his strength to lift his head.
Mr. Zong stared at Yun Fuyu with red eyes, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"Finally can't pretend anymore? A creature that mimics humans, is addicted to pretending to be human?"
Yun Fuyu lowered his eyes and looked down at Mr. Zong.
"Be quiet. It's not me who should atone. It's you."
"The Seven Towers Oath is based on the soul level. If the Seven Towers Oath burns itself, it means that the Zong family must have committed a grave sin of violating the oath."
However, if the Son of God himself were still alive, he would certainly not agree with the Seven Towers Council's decision to purge the clan.
Mr. Zong shouted at the top of his lungs, extremely unwilling to give up.
"If you knew that, why did you agree to the contract? Is toying with humans so fun?"
Yun Fuyu looked indifferently at the man who was no longer calm.
He kept pretending for more than twenty years.
Seeing him in such an embarrassing state while bearing the identity of Zong Siyuan is more painful than killing him.
Yun Fuyu: "No. I only learned the whole truth of the matter a few hours ago."
Mr. Zong tilted his head back, his pupils trembling, his jawline tense, it was hard to tell whether it was fear or anger.
Now the situation is reversed.
The one who was forced into a corner and knelt on the ground was Mr. Zong, and standing in front of him, controlling life and death as coldly as a mountain, was Yun Fuyu.
At this moment, in the backlight, Yun Fuyu was only a vague outline.
But those eyes were filled with frozen spring water, freezing cold.
"It was Zong Siyuan's soul who told me the truth."
Mr. Zong's expression froze on his face, his pupils trembled, revealing disbelief.
......soul?
This was clearly nonsense, but there wasn't a joking look on Yun Fuyu's face.
Yun Fuyu whispered:
"Aren't you wondering how humans acquire spiritual power?"
Mr. Zong: “No…”
He vaguely felt that things were completely different from what he had expected, but he didn't know where it came from.
The solar plexus was throbbing and my head was splitting with pain.
The truth he had been pursuing for more than twenty years was right at his fingertips, but he suddenly lost the courage to touch it.
If Zong Siyuan's soul really exists, then everything he does now has become a joke.
As she leaned over, Yun Fuyu's long hair slipped out from her hood.
The cold hair touched Mr. Zong's shoulder.
Those cold, god-like black eyes were captivating and examined Mr. Zong from a very close distance, forcing him to look directly at them.
"I can tell you the truth."
"The truth is, the souls of psychics are not human."
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