Chapter 7070 The evil-filled alchemical liquid in the body of Eternal Night...
The first year of Reiki Recovery, Wednesday morning, July 30, ???.
As the chaotic mist slowly dissipated, the sensory world gradually restored order, but the pain stubbornly reminded me of its existence. Every breath, every tiny movement, seemed to add new footnotes to this clear pain.
The endless roars echoed in my ears, like the bell of doomsday, sounding the prelude to the collapse of this world.
Abnormally concentrated spiritual energy rushed into the mouth and nose like a flood. It was not like the sweet rain that moistened the dry meridians, but brought with it a feeling of oppression that was almost suffocating.
The evil-filled alchemical liquid boiled within the body, and the crude artificial "blood vessels" spasmed, as if a cursed life was struggling in its death throes.
"I think I already had my expectations." Ning Changkong managed to find his voice again, muttering in his mind.
How many times has this happened? When you are dragged here, can you give me a hint?
He could vaguely hear Chu Qingge typing on the keyboard and her sighing, "Collecting data - this is too grand..."
"The resurrection hastens." The ancient, lost Hebrew language rang out.
Ning Changkong forced himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was the fallen angel driving the chariot of fire.
He fell before Milcah and other angels, and signed a contract with King Solomon to lend the seventy-two demon pillars to King Solomon.
——The first angel created by God, the mastermind of the rebellion against God, and the true master of the seventy-two demons, Belial.
Then, Ning Changkong noticed that behind the angel, there was a faint blue light above the dark sky.
No, the vague outline looming in the shadows was not the pitch-black sky - it was a black machine so huge that it occupied the entire field of vision.
Strange runes and patterns are attached to it, like the most mysterious stars in the night sky, whispering ancient secrets. Their light pulses with the operation of the machine, as if performing some unspeakable ritual.
The surrounding auras no longer flowed freely; they became slow and stagnant, as if being suppressed by some invisible force.
The spiritual energy almost condensed into liquid in the air, forming visible ripples around the machine, like ripples on the water, expanding with the rhythm of the machine.
It was as if he were standing at the feet of a living, giant god made of machinery and runes.
"This is..." the one Chi Zhaoming saw ten years ago?
Before Ning Changkong had time to communicate with Chu Qingge, Belial gave the next step of instructions on his own:
"Since you have been resurrected, let's continue."
The alchemical body automatically obeyed its master's orders. Ning Changkong raised his hands uncontrollably, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings.
My heart suddenly tightened, the ancient key turned in the invisible keyhole, and the boundary between the body and the giant structure became blurred.
His vision suddenly became clear, no longer limited by the physical eyes. Instead, he was like an ascended god, overlooking every corner of the world from all directions.
A huge amount of information poured into his mind like a flood, and the flow of spiritual energy gradually became clearer in his consciousness, like a series of moving paintings.
The aura that should have been invisible and transparent was given color at this moment. Under the special vision, it showed colorful luster, as if it had become a tangible entity.
The shimmering spiritual energy is like a flowing river of light, winding through the mountains and merging into the deep forest. The "river of light" flows slowly between the cracks in the rocks, finding a path in every crack, just like an underground water vein silently passing through the darkness.
Above the city, the aura presents a unique halo that changes with the activities of people and the layout of buildings, forming complex patterns.
Deep in Ning Changkong's heart, doubts spread like ripples: How is he observing the world?
What is sensing the texture of the world, capturing those faint, hidden, or even forgotten flows of aura?
The alchemical liquid in his body seemed to be boiling again. The burning pain inside reminded him of the existence of his body, anchoring his consciousness firmly in reality and preventing it from being dispersed by the surging flow of information.
He calmed his mind and began to carefully feel the end of the machine's touch, those invisible tentacles swaying in the air, the exploring hands that captured the spiritual energy -
——It’s evil spirit.
His heart contracted violently, bringing with it an exploding pain that seemed to tear his chest apart.
Before his thoughts were melted down, before his consciousness sank into darkness, Ning Changkong heard Baril's voice:
"Bring back the eternal night for me."
The first year of Reiki Recovery, Wednesday morning, July 30, in the master bedroom of Jinwuyuan.
Ning Changkong opened his eyes in a daze. The comfortable bed was so different from the environment in his "nightmare" that he was confused about where he was.
He was pulled into Phoenix's body twice, and Chu Qingge finally found a way to buffer the impact of the soul returning to the body from the database. There was a faint taste of rust in his mouth, but he didn't vomit blood anymore.
The severe chest pain brought him back to reality. He was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe and his vision went dark. He didn't know whether it was the pain from his original illness or the residual pain from the nightmare.
In the pain of suffocation, Ning Changkong felt his mind clearer than ever before: "What are your thoughts?"
Chu Qingge hesitated: "I haven't had time to record all the information on that machine, but from what I can see now, it should be able to verify your and my thoughts."
That day, Chi Zhaoming repeated Li Bo's words:
"The spiritual energy there is so dense because of that machine, which draws spiritual energy from the real world into that demiplane."
Since then, the two of them have wondered: If the revival of spiritual energy is man-made, then could the decline of spiritual energy also be man-made?
Now that I have personally connected to the giant structure through Phoenix's body, this question has almost been answered.
However, "it turns out to be evil energy, it is actually evil energy." Ning Changkong sighed.
Come to think of it, the one that can continuously extract spiritual energy and cause large-scale spiritual energy decline in the world should be this special energy that can erode spiritual energy, the "evil energy".
Chu Qingge analyzed: "I carefully identified it. Only a small amount of the machine's 'tentacles' are the modified version of 'evil spirit' with the effect of confusing the mind after the spiritual energy is revived. The majority is the pure 'evil spirit' that we saw in Yaochi before, without any evil aura."
Then everything connected. Ning Changkong closed his eyes. The devil took possession of the machine, modified the evil spirit, and cooperated with Li Bo to spread the evil spirit in the Eastern cultivation world through Qianshi Bank.
"The intention of modifying the evil spirit can be compared to the evil spirit that was stuffed into Xuanwu back then." Chu Qingge reasoned, "The decline of spiritual energy affects the entire world, and the 'tentacles' of the machine are all over the world, so as long as all the 'tentacles' can be replaced with their modified version of evil spirit..."
Then the world is under their control. Ning Changkong was excited: "Finally I found the information about the world boss!"
So the next question is:
Who created this device and why?
Chu Qingge said: "We have a simple idea."
Ning Changkong placed his hands, which were trembling with pain, on his chest, feeling his beating heart.
Half of the heart belongs to the Phoenix.
Feng Qingwu, what role does he play in this story?
Bai Xian, who was half lying beside him, noticed his movements and leaned over worriedly: "Are you awake? Are you still in pain?"
The white-haired bird demon silently activated the magic of the longevity lock, and the light at his fingertips became brighter.
A cool feeling spread from his chest, and as the technique of stabilizing spiritual power gradually took effect, the pain gradually subsided and became bearable. Ning Changkong came back to his senses, and finally had a better sense of the surrounding environment.
The familiar bedroom, the warm quilt, and the faint morning light shining through the curtains seem like an overly sweet dream.
He carefully adjusted his breathing and said in a hoarse voice, "...Bai Xian."
"Hey." Bai Xian kept casting spells with one hand and smoothed his sweaty forehead with the other hand, "I don't have a fever, and this..."
According to Bai Xian's request, the craftsmen of the Hundred Birds tribe carefully engraved a number of spells on the Phoenix Longevity Lock, including a spell that can be actively activated to harmonize the spiritual power fluctuations in their bodies.
Ning Changkong slowly regained control of his body, but a wave of weakness still surged inside his body. He supported himself on the bed and sat up with difficulty, muttering in his heart: "Actually, I feel that it is not only regulating spiritual power, but also has the effect of calming the nerves and relieving pain?"
Bai Xian really put his heart into it.
"Indeed, it is made very delicately." Chu Qingge replied: "It seems to have great potential. I may be able to improve it into..."
Bai Xian stopped Ning Changkong from getting out of bed. Feng Huang resigned herself to sitting on the bed and washing up with the water Bai Xian brought her. She then watched him skillfully set up a small table on the bed.
Such a skill in serving others. Ning Changkong sighed in his heart: "Only now do I remember that Bai Xian is Feng Qingwu's attendant."
Bai Xian brought the prepared breakfast to the table and straightened his collar: "Is the new medicine effective? Why is it hurting again today?"
Since he had promised Chu Qingge that he would "take care" of this body, he now tried his best to follow the doctor's instructions, except for the "more rest and less work" one, which he really had no way to do, and he still had to take the medicine well.
His gastrointestinal function was poor, so the safest food was still various easy-to-digest liquid foods. The doctor kindly recommended several nutritional powders to him. Bai Xian had already made up his mind to take good care of the little phoenix like a glass vase, so he naturally followed the doctor's instructions and gave him nutritional powder three times a day.
Ning Changkong picked up the spoon and stirred the paste made from the nutritional powder without any appetite. He said helplessly: "That kind of medicine is not so effective immediately. No need to cast spells anymore, I feel much better."
He never had much of an appetite in the morning. The terrible "nightmare" he had in Phoenix last night had drained away his precious and slowly recovering energy, and his tangled thoughts* had made him even less hungry.
Ning Changkong drank half a bowl of nutritional powder reluctantly, and then he felt as if something was blocking his stomach. He tried to hide his discomfort and brought up the topic: "Bai Xian, what was the relationship between Feng Qingwu and the West in the past?"
Bai Xian said helplessly: "You keep asking me questions every day, as if I can remember more things. I am getting tired of answering them."
"It's the same thing: except for the last few years when he asked me to stay in Jinwu Garden, I always followed him and never saw him go to the West."
Ning Changkong continued to ask: "Then the immortal bird..."
Bai Xian directly picked up Ning Changkong's spoon, scooped a spoonful of nutritional supplements and stuffed it into his mouth to stop him from saying, "Tsk, why do you want to dig into the details when those humans suspect that the immortal bird is related to the phoenix?"
"In my memory, the name of the Phoenix has been known for a long time. At that time, I followed Feng Qingwu every day."
"Feng Qingwu really has nothing to do with Phoenix?" Ning Changkong asked persistently.
"How could it be related? Feng Qingwu has been under my nose every day for the past few decades, and I have never seen him go west." Bai Xian finished his breakfast, got up and began to prepare the medicine that Ning Changkong would take later, recalling casually.
"If we had any relationship, it would have been in the last few years, when we rarely saw each other. I can't really remember those years."
Is that so? I always feel like I've overlooked something. Ning Changkong pinched his brows thoughtfully.
Bai Xian picked up the bowl and spoon in front of Feng Huang in a bad mood: "You can't eat rice, why don't you drink this properly? Drink a few more sips, or I will feed you, open your mouth--"