When Ning Feng's consciousness returned to reality from that dark space, he had just been thrown out of the dimensional rift that Xilin had created.
Time passed in the blink of an eye.
The conversations in that dark space seemed to be nothing more than my own imagination.
But the warmth emanating from the lines on his chest where Ariana had touched him told him that it was not an illusion.
Now is not the time to daydream; he has things to do.
Ning Feng appeared at a completely empty cliff.
The place was deserted, and the full moon hung high, casting a cold, desolate light.
There was nothing else.
But Ning Feng felt an unprecedented sense of unease, as if the truth was only a piece of paper away.
Following the guidance in his mind, Ning Feng concentrated on gazing at the empty cliff, and he indeed saw through the truth of everything.
He stood outside the dilapidated church and saw everything inside.
Jiang Wan is critically injured and on the verge of death; the enemy's plot is about to succeed; and her deceased benefactor has become her enemy...
Former relatives raised their swords and pointed the blades at each other.
He also heard Li Tiandu's chillingly fanatical words.
But perhaps because Ariana's reminder had given him some preparation, Ning Feng did not lose his composure like Jiang Wan when he saw Li Tiandu's face clearly.
There was no pain, no breakdown, only the relief of finally finding the last piece of the puzzle.
I see.
So it was you.
After the incident in the central area, Ning Feng kept thinking about who the mastermind behind it all was while he was constantly cracking the altar.
Having been there in person, he knew more than Yan Rulong and Xilin; over 90% of those altars, spanning vast periods of time, were created by the same person.
Like a spider hiding in the shadows, it has spent more than ten years weaving a large web that covers the entire central area.
The more I learn, the heavier my heart becomes.
The purpose is unclear, the true nature is unclear, and all the details are hidden very well.
However, the other party's behavior inevitably revealed some details.
Someone with the ability, time, and thorough knowledge of the Watchers' operations might even be hiding in the upper echelons.
Who could it be?
Ning Feng considered many people, even including Yan Rulong and Xilin, the two least likely candidates.
But he never considered the dead.
And it was a dead person who was of great significance to him.
For Ning Feng and Jiang Wan, who had lost their loved ones and were all alone at that time, Li Tiandu was their savior and a new and warm family.
They never doubted the kind old man who had taken them in.
Never before.
But fate always seems to play these malicious jokes on them.
They easily overturned their gratitude, then trampled it underfoot and crushed it completely.
Then came anger.
Outrageous anger.
The feeling of being played, the feeling of having one's feelings manipulated—on this point, he and Jiang Wan were in complete agreement.
Ning Feng had no idea that he could feel such vivid and real anger.
However, the information gleaned from her eyes also made him understand the meaning of Ariana's warning.
Race: Human
Age: 72 years old
Strength: Peak fourth-tier Awakener (Chosen One)
Lineage: Spiritual Fallen Angel
Attitude: Confusion, Expectation, Desire
Abilities: Bewitchment (Special Grade), Scheme (Advanced Grade), Divine Vessel, Divine Oracle, Negative Ability Outburst (Advanced Grade), Corrupted Aura, Illusionary Space...
Peak fourth tier, favored by an unknown deity, possessing complex and unpredictable abilities...
Such an enemy is not someone Ning Feng can handle right now; he shouldn't even have any contact with him.
The best option is to retreat as soon as possible before being discovered and wait for Shirin to handle the situation.
However, Ning Feng refused.
He didn't want to hand such a matter over to someone else.
He wanted to solve all of this himself.
Just as fate destroyed his beautiful memories, he also wanted to destroy this painful connection with his own hands.
Therefore, in order to obtain such power...
Ning Feng has freed himself from the shackles that bound his heart...
Just as he once said.
"I need strength."
"Even if this power comes from a demon."
No matter where it comes from.
He would gladly embrace the abyss.
That being who lives on in this world with Li Tiandu's face must die.
As if he already knew what to do, Ning Feng acted decisively.
Regardless of whether his body could withstand it, Ning Feng recklessly extracted the legendary magic power that Shirin had stored in the secret runes, and then used the magic power to stimulate the primal power deep within his bloodline.
Muscles and bones break down repeatedly because they can't withstand the strain, but at the same time they grow and heal, repeating this process several times in a short period of time.
Logically speaking, under the impact of legendary magic, his will and body should have collapsed long ago.
But Ning Feng adapted to the process in just a few breaths, his expression calm and serene, and he even smiled.
His brain easily chose to filter out and ignore the physical and mental pain he suffered.
As if forgetting to breathe, turning this pain into instinct.
[Highly demonized]
It has become even more demonized than before, truly reaching the fourth tier.
There was no awkwardness, no discomfort whatsoever.
After accepting his instincts, Ning Feng was surprised to find that the power of the fourth tier made him feel relaxed, and even somewhat familiar.
As if influenced by the unknown, Ning Feng's mindset became less anxious. He casually knocked on the door before slowly walking in.
At this moment, he looked at Li Tiandu, the four-winged fallen angel, and asked in a pleading tone:
"Could you please stop doing disgusting things with that face?"
Please don't ruin the beautiful memories we cherish.
The atmosphere froze the moment the words left their mouths, and the crisp air seemed to collide between the two of them.
In contrast, Ning Feng and Li Tiandu both had bright and kind smiles.
It was like meeting an old friend again, or encountering a familiar face in a foreign land; their faces were filled with touching joy.
It was this smile that made the other three people present feel uneasy.
"Child, I don't understand what you mean."
Li Tian laughed. He wasn't angry at Ning Feng's blatant disgust; instead, he shook his head as if he were having a headache because his child had finally reached adolescence.
"I don't remember raising you to be the kind of child who would say such things."
"Are you saying these things because you hate me?"
Blinking, Ning Feng smiled and nodded vigorously with a broad smile:
"Of course! What else?"
Are you kidding me?
Is there any other possibility?
"I am grateful to Li Tiandu, and I am grateful to the old man who saved us, raised us, and eventually died."
"Not you, some nonsensical divine puppet!"
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