After Ning Feng passed through the light curtain of the temple, he thought he would face the Lord of Holy Light directly, or at the very least see the divine kingdom described in mythology.
But when his vision returned, he was somewhat disappointed.
There were no angels flying everywhere, no rivers flowing with mead, and not even much sunshine or rain.
All that could be seen was darkness.
There was no power of light, nor any glimmer of justice; instead, there was only profound darkness.
It seems he did not arrive at the divine kingdom of the Lord of Holy Light, but instead stumbled into an unknown realm, a place of evil like hell.
This is definitely not the Kingdom of the Holy Light!
The Holy Light, who has almost completely transformed into justice and the embodiment of justice, could not possibly be such a repulsive darkness in essence.
Even the most evil gods who want to kill the Lord of Holy Light, even if they dream of killing the Holy Light, would not doubt the purity of the Holy Light in such a matter.
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She was too innocent.
No change can be hidden from others, because she has always been high in the sky, allowing everyone to look up to her with dignity.
After waiting for a while, Ning Feng did not receive any messengers to greet him, or rather, he did not receive anything at all.
In the dark space, there was nothing but the endless road beneath my feet.
Where is this place?
Without thinking, Ning Feng started walking, pondering his current situation.
But actually, this issue isn't very important to Ning Feng right now.
For him now, there are more important things to consider than figuring out who's behind it all.
After walking for a while, he discovered something even worse...
He seemed to have reverted to being an ordinary person.
Although I adapted quickly, I hadn't felt this sense of powerlessness or fatigue while walking for ten years.
It was as if he was cut off from the outside world; he could no longer sense his followers, nor could he accept their power.
Fortunately, the souls he once carried did not disappear, but remained deep within her soul, dormant in a state of stagnation.
In silence, Ning Feng continued walking.
He was walking.
Keep walking.
Ning Feng didn't know how long he had been walking, but his mortal body, which had returned to normal, began to emit painful cries.
Hunger, fatigue, pain, cold...
These complex feelings constantly assaulted his mind, and his tired body reacted involuntarily.
The muscles began to spasm and twitch, tears streamed from the eyes, and the heart would stop intermittently...
Several times, Ning Feng almost fell to the ground, wishing he could just sleep forever.
But he kept walking.
These hardships, like the frost and snow, are utterly insignificant compared to his steadfast soul.
His expression remained unchanged, and Ning Feng's steps remained firm.
Heading forward.
Even if there is nothing in front of you.
...
...
Ning Feng continued walking.
However, Ning Feng felt as if he had forgotten something.
It seems that something important is missing from my soul without me even realizing it.
Most importantly, he forgot why he was there in the first place...
It was dark here, with only dilapidated ruins all around and unidentified corpses at your feet.
He felt a little tired, but he didn't want to stop, so he dragged his feet aimlessly through the woods.
sand……
The scale of time had long since disappeared, and he could no longer tell whether he was moving forward or backward.
Just walking.
Until the ruins disappeared, a different scene appeared before our eyes.
White.
Is it a flower field?
No, that wasn't the kind of beautiful scenery you'd find in a flower field.
What entered his eyes was a vast expanse of pale white.
That was a wasteland covered with countless white bones.
The bones from different races emitted an ominous glow.
He, on the other hand, was an intruder who stumbled upon it by mistake.
Undeterred by the eerie scenery, he gazed toward the heart of the wasteland.
In the heart of this desolate wasteland of bones, a place of coldness, terror, and death, stands a house constructed from massive skeletons and jet-black metal.
prison.
Even though he didn't know where he was, Ning Feng still understood the true identity of the house.
A dark prison where no one knows who is being held.
walk.
Still walking.
Carelessly stepping on the bones scattered across the wasteland, he walked towards the dark and gloomy prison.
Card.
The sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear in the darkness, whether it came from the broken bones on the ground or from inside his body was unknown.
laugh.
The broken thorn pierced Ning Feng's thigh, causing him to pause for a moment.
But it was only for a moment.
The next moment, he simply raised his hand, broke off the bone spur, pulled it out, dropped it, and continued forward.
Nothing could stop him from going on; he was going to get there.
Blood flowed from the wound, staining his thigh, running down to his ankle, and finally drawing a bloody line behind him.
Climbing the bony steps, Ning Feng stopped in front of the cage and pushed it away forcefully.
The heavy prison door remained completely still, without the slightest reaction.
"…………"
Just as he raised his hand again, preparing to try to open the door, Ning Feng heard a soft chuckle.
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