Step by step.
They walked quietly away, their backs to the departing figures of everyone.
He closed his eyes, but his steps were straight and he walked slowly toward the city center.
His figure, which looked like he was carrying a heavy load, was seen by others. Although it seemed a bit strange, the rescuers, busy with their search, didn't pay much attention and didn't try to stop him.
What's more important for them now is to find those survivors who might have been lucky enough to escape the disaster.
Although the probability is very, very small, it's not impossible!
If you were in an underground space like a subway at the time of the incident, there was still a chance of surviving the Flame Demon Queen's demonic flames!
To prevent the Awakened World from revealing too much information, all the disaster-stricken areas are now completely sealed off, and no ordinary person can contact the outside world.
Now that he's been able to get in here, no matter how strange his behavior is, he must be one of our own, having been vetted.
"Perhaps, this is his special way of finding other people?"
Each lineage has different special abilities, and often it is impossible to discern their inner qualities from their outward appearance.
Bloodline lineages are relatively easy to understand, but spiritual and knowledge lineages are almost impossible to discern from appearances.
"There's no one in the center! It's better to go to the outskirts."
As the epicenter of the impact, a deep, charred pit appeared directly in the very center of Fencheng.
It's very difficult for anyone to survive in that environment... it's almost impossible for anyone to survive.
Upon hearing the call, the figure turned its head and nodded, but did not stop walking.
The strange figure gradually walked away and disappeared into the distance, leaving only the strangely uttered poem fading away in the wind.
Who is running through the darkness and wind at this moment?
It was that father with his child...
...
We finally made it to his house.
The child in his arms had already died.
He murmured the poem "The Demon King" to himself, and as he finished the last line, the figure finally stopped.
Located in the heart of Fencheng, at the center of a deep pit tens of meters deep that still flows with molten lava.
Upon arriving here, Ning Feng's standing figure finally straightened up.
"Are you sorry?"
Thinking about how Song Yishun, after experiencing such pain, was still worried about not doing enough in the moment of liberation...
"You don't need to say this to anyone; you've already done a great job."
Song Yishun owes no one anything.
He was just an ordinary person.
He has his own joys and sorrows.
He was once alive.
And now, he is dead.
After realizing everything, Song Yishun, having lost everything, gave up his life.
Is he a coward?
No.
Before he faced death, he accomplished things that no one else could have imagined.
He died as a hero.
"I promised you, and I will definitely keep my promise."
Ning Feng opened his eyes and turned to look back.
To others, Ning Feng simply stood there strangely alone, but to him, he appeared to be something entirely different.
The entire sky above the abyss was now filled with countless shattered souls!
All the souls that died tragically and were shattered in Fencheng were drawn to this place.
Ning was sealed off.
Along the way, Ning Feng was not only calming his emotions, but also reciting poetry, doing the same thing as Song Yishun.
Moreover, we must do it even more thoroughly than him.
As an ordinary person, Song Yishun could only pull those broken souls into his dreams, while Ning Feng was more direct.
He chose to use his own body as a container to absorb them directly.
The resentment, pain, and anger of those innocent people who died tragically... all impacted Ning Feng's spirit, like flames in a furnace, scorching his soul.
He was enduring pain that was even more intense than that of Song Yishun.
But unlike Song Yishun, who suffered a mental breakdown and could only barely maintain herself through false dreams, Ning Feng seemed remarkably calm about these emotions.
The emotions that had been poured into him did not disappear; instead, he accepted them entirely.
He was savoring this emotion...
Ning Feng was also thinking about it.
Is Song Yishun an exception?
No, his experience was just one of countless ordinary people in this disaster.
He did nothing wrong, yet an unknown force unreasonably took everything from him.
Song Yishun is a microcosm, but he is also more than just a microcosm.
He is ordinary, yet not so ordinary.
Song Yishun created a miracle.
He paid the price with his own life, carrying those broken souls, and held on until Ning Feng arrived.
Although it was just a small miracle, he did indeed create one.
"I can do this to live up to this miracle..."
Ring ring ring...
Just as Ning Feng was pondering, the sudden ringing of the bell interrupted his thoughts.
The blockade was set up by the Watchers themselves, targeting ordinary people, and Ning Feng, as a member of the Watchers, was not included.
He didn't want to answer, but after looking at the name on the screen, Ning Feng thought for a moment and then put the communicator to his ear:
"Hello……"
...
"So, to summarize... the current actions are over, and the general direction is to wait for them to make their next move before launching a counterattack?"
"...Yes, I understand."
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