The City of Holy Light.
"Gentlemen, I am aware of the matter you mentioned concerning the 'prophet' and his followers."
The old man, whose hair and beard were all white but whose skin was as smooth as a baby's, gently raised the scepter in his hand and said kindly:
"Don't worry, that's not your fault!"
"The Lord has sent down a divine decree; she already knows the truth and has determined that the 'prophet' is merely a false religious order that spreads its faith without using the name of God."
"Rest assured, our Lord has personally dispatched her angels; any act of blasphemy against our Lord will be annihilated!"
"We will once again vanquish evil and uphold justice in the world!"
After saying this, the old man raised his hands high and shouted excitedly:
Praise be to our Lord!
The Patriarch's words relieved the tense bishops, who then surrounded him in a circle, raising their hands in a gesture of homage to the Holy Light.
Praise be to our Lord!!!
...
...
Jumping off the hot air balloon lifted by magic, Ning Feng landed precisely on the smooth steps and exhaled softly, the heat dissipating into white mist in the cold wind.
"call……"
Sure enough, you can clearly feel the difference when you come up here in person and notice those details that cannot be found in words.
It was very cold inside the hot air balloon, but once my feet touched the platform, the cold was significantly reduced and the air was no longer thin.
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"It's like entering a large barrier."
With his feet never stopping, Ning Feng experienced the differences in his body and compared them with the different barriers he had encountered before.
"It's somewhat similar to the labyrinthine locks of the Elf Forest, but it seems to lack self-awareness."
The Enchanted Lock is a masterpiece of high-level elven magic. It is a powerful, activated barrier with a wide coverage area, constructed with magical energy. It possesses a simple consciousness and is given the task of protecting cities or holy sites by its creator.
The barrier surrounding this Sky City is similar yet different; it is not alive, or rather, it does not possess its own will.
This coincides with Ning Feng's guess; otherwise, Habaron's death toll could have more than doubled...
Perhaps because his legs were twice as long as Habaron's and he walked with ease, Ning Feng quickly arrived at the main gate of Sky City and entered the answer obtained by exhaustively searching through Habaron's more than one hundred deaths.
Dongdong.
A gentle breeze blew through the thin film onto Ning Feng's face, causing a slight change in his expression.
Dongdong!
Ning Feng raised his hand and touched his chest, noticing the unusual beating of his heart.
It seemed to be excited, no, it was excited because of his understanding and development of his body after going through various things.
"Why?"
Go.
He seemed to hear an indistinct call in his ear, and Ning Feng looked ahead.
Who is calling me?
What is it that's attracting me?
This is very wrong.
So, should we turn back?
The option to turn back appeared only for a moment before being relegated to the back of the list. Ning Feng simply and confidently strode towards the city center.
Why turn back?
Continuing on will lead to death, but what does it matter?
Over the past two years, Ning Feng has witnessed countless deaths.
Although Habaron and his group were used to test things out in many places, each cycle restart came at a price.
They all need Ning Feng to resolve their own lives.
It's always the same.
There has never been any exception.
Death piled up at his feet, paving a path forward.
Amidst countless deaths, he repeatedly found a way to survive.
However, contrary to what others had imagined, he did not feel unwell, nor did he show any signs of a mental breakdown.
Death was nothing more than a number to him, not even as interesting as Habaron's thirteen lines.
In this city, Ning Feng once again marched forward with firm steps.
However, there are still some differences...
"Um?"
Ning Feng stopped abruptly, looking around at the quiet surroundings with some confusion, and remained silent for a moment.
"Something has changed."
Compared to Habaron, who has died countless times and experienced a thousand different ways of dying, Ning Feng has never died once.
Not even once!
The previous route could be explained by his perfect execution of the strategy guide, but when Ning Feng arrived at a place that Habaron had never been before, nothing happened.
"Um?"
Without hesitation, Ning Feng turned back to the spot where Habaron had died for the last time and performed the same action he had taken then—reciting the Thirteen Lines of Poetry.
"Praise be to the all-knowing and perfectly benevolent prophet!"
"praise……"
...
When Ning Feng finished reciting a thirteen-line poem with very limited cultural knowledge and messy rhymes, full of emotion, nothing happened.
Go.
The sound of the lake echoed in his ears again. Ning Feng waited in place for a while before continuing to walk, heading in the direction that had drawn him in without hesitation.
Is there any difference between myself and Habaron?
"Hmm, it seems like there are a lot."
Height, age, personality, weight, appearance...
"There are too many factors to consider. Should we bring him over to eliminate them one by one?"
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