Without giving Ning Feng time to hesitate, the two of them plummeted and landed on one of the red dots.
The two found themselves in a deserted, secluded room. Apart from the altar they had seen before, there was nothing else in the room.
Just a second later, the view changed again.
In the gothic-style dance hall, young people dressed in various styles were constantly tossing their hair and dancing, while the altar was inconspicuous among the dark graffiti.
The next moment, it changed again.
In the attic, covered in cobwebs, the altar was buried under dust.
again.
The dilapidated, abandoned church on the cliff has its altar replaced by the place where the gods were placed, and the moonlight shines on it through a hole in the dome.
again.
The speed increased, and the image became increasingly blurry.
...
finally.
Ning Feng saw a familiar scene: an abandoned kitchen and a emaciated man who had fainted and was convulsing.
He returned to the room where he started.
"…………"
With his eyes slightly narrowed, Ning Feng surprisingly did not feel any confusion or dizziness, as if his brain was capable of withstanding the pain of this transformation.
Or perhaps, he wasn't the one who suffered all of this.
He was just an observer.
Someone else will bear the consequences.
The altar at his feet, the ritual altar that had consumed countless efforts (physically) of Fu Yong, was completely shattered.
I wonder if Fu Yong will shed a few tears when he wakes up and sees this.
But Ning Feng didn't care at all.
He has more important things to think about now!
"If, tsk!"
If things are indeed as he suspected, then the situation is even more serious than he imagined.
No, we can't afford to lose our composure.
Taking a deep breath, Ning Feng calmed down at this moment.
The scenes from just now unfolded before my eyes, and the images from my memory began to replay endlessly.
"The number of altars seems countless, but if you count them in the footage just now, there are only 96."
"and……"
Before consciousness faded, the last scene seemed somewhat different.
The distribution of those red dots seems to follow a certain pattern!
If we disregard everything else and only connect all the red dots representing the 96 altars...
You're right!
A soothing voice rang in her ears, and Ariana silently landed on Ning Feng's shoulder, admiring his pensive expression.
“One altar is nothing, ten altars are nothing, and even hundreds of individual altars are nothing.”
"but……"
"What if they don't exist independently?"
Including the three that were directly destroyed, a total of 99 altars were connected, forming a completely new altar...
A massive altar that surrounds the entire central area!
"If an altar with a diameter of two meters cannot affect the gods, what about a super-large altar that covers an entire city and can offer up tens of thousands of people as sacrifices?"
This is a really big deal...
"Hmm~ Not a bad idea, it's quite interesting."
Unlike Ning Feng's serious demeanor, Ariana only felt amusement, finding the little guy who had come up with this ingenious idea amusing.
"...Ariana, what will happen if we don't stop it?"
Instead of replying immediately, the black cat surprisingly thought for a moment, then put its tail in its mouth and bit it.
After a while, she said uncertainly:
"I'm not sure, but I do feel there's a very small chance of success."
"However, I don't think the little guy behind the scenes can achieve his goal. The realm of the gods is full of things they can't even imagine."
"The final result will likely be the opposite of what he expects."
Then, she revealed the playful smile that Ning Feng was familiar with, and patted Ning Feng's head.
So, should we stop them?
Should we step in like a hero who turns the tide and save everything?
"You can still leave now! Ah, although I'm really curious to see how it will turn out, I won't stop you if you want to go!"
Ning Feng turned his head and looked at the black cat, without answering.
Instead, he asked directly:
"What should we do?"
The smile widened, and the black cat gently stroked Ning Feng's cheek with its paws, asking again:
"Being a hero is very difficult! You will face misunderstanding, endure pain, and confront immense sorrow."
Even so, are you still going to do it?
Ning Feng, his expression unchanged, asked again:
"So, what should we do?"
This is where he grew up.
If he runs away at this time.
Then he wouldn't be Ning Feng.
Moreover, although this scoundrel black cat is usually very unreliable, he usually enjoys being shameless and taking pleasure in his own pitiful state.
But when she revealed that playful smile, Ning Feng shamefully felt a sense of relief...
After all, she hasn't made a single mistake so far!
And also...
if you can.
And who wouldn't want to be a hero?
...
...
The dilapidated church that Ning Feng had once seen stood on the cliff by the sea, looking particularly desolate under the bright moonlight.
A tall, slender figure in a hoodie appeared out of nowhere in the open space in front of the church.
A strong sea breeze blew, threatening to blow this frail figure off the cliff and smash him to pieces.
He looked frail, but every step he took was unusually steady. Only his clothes were fluttering in the wind, but his body never swayed.
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