"Xiao Xin, during the midterm test at the Youth Training Camp, you must go to the No. 9 God and Demon Relic! Remember, remember! Delete after reading, do not contact Grandpa proactively, wait for Grandpa's news!"
Fang Xin looked at the message.
Why did Grandpa specifically tell him to go to the No. 9 God and Demon Relic?
Speaking of God and Demon Ruins, Fang Xin immediately thought of that Qilin!
When he previously looked through the diary in the notebook, the professor's student clearly recorded that Fang Xin's Grandpa had helped them.
Fang Xin pondered over and over.
He checked the origin of the phone number Grandpa used to send the message and found that the sender was from an unknown area.
He lay on the bed, his mind full of questions.
He let out a breath.
He decided to temporarily put these questions aside; he would know the specific situation when he got there.
For now, he would look at the King of Slaughter in the mirror again.
Before, the King of Slaughter had spoken halfway, and today the Old Woman said the same thing, telling Fang Xin to be wary of someone.
Recalling the person who stabbed him with a sword, he had to find that person in advance.
He watched the video again.
Fang Xin went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
Half an hour later, it was still the same as before; he did not appear.
Fang Xin lay back on the bed.
He recalled the trigger conditions from that day.
But no matter how much he thought, he couldn't figure out what step was missing.
He glanced at the time.
It was already past twelve-forty in the morning.
Zhuge Heng had said they would start acting at one o'clock in the morning.
Fang Xin put on his clothes and mask, sat on the bed, and quietly waited for Zhuge Heng's summons.
Footsteps came from outside the door.
Fang Xin casually sensed that his aunt had gone to the toilet.
Sometimes, a Perception Talent being too sensitive wasn't a good thing; Fang Xin had seen more than once a young couple 'doing it' in this building.
So after returning home, he only sensed his own room.
The door was gently knocked.
"Xiao Xin? Not asleep yet?"
"Not yet, Aunt."
"Can I come in?" his aunt asked again.
His aunt had always been good-tempered and very respectful of her children's privacy.
"You can, Auntie."
Fang Huilan pushed open the door and walked in, only to find Fang Xin sitting on the bed, dressed in clothes and shoes.
"Why are you dressed? Are you going out?"
"I have a mission in a moment!"
Fang Huilan looked bewildered, "A mission, what mission?"
Just as she was speaking, a hand appeared in the void, fumbled around a couple of times, and then pinched Fang Xin's face.
Fang Xin swatted away the white-haired hand that was wildly grabbing, then held the white-haired hand and pulled it, indicating that everything was fine.
With a tug from the white-haired figure, Fang Xin vanished from his spot.
Fang Huilan stood frozen.
She was dumbfounded.
After a long time, she exclaimed, "My goodness, these Awakened are too incredible!"
Five hundred meters up in the sky!
When the white-haired figure had grabbed Fang Xin's face, some saliva had gotten on him, so he casually wiped it on Fang Xin's clothes, and then a crystal ball inexplicably appeared in his hand.
Zhuge Heng tossed it towards the sky.
The crystal ball spun in mid-air, instantly emitting a cool, clear light that spread over the entire city below. In a few breaths, the entire city below was covered by a dome, and then, layers of light membranes enveloped many residential buildings.
Zhuge Heng, hands in his pockets, yawned and lightly tapped the arm of his sunglasses, giving the order.
"Action!"
Only then did Fang Xin realize that the white-haired figure's sunglasses were also a treasure artifact.
Immediately after, he saw small teams emerging from the city below, beginning to clear out the Eternal Night Army remnants in the streets and alleys.
"Isn't this Lan City?"
Zhuge Heng picked his ear, "Yes! In a small place like Lan City, the Eternal Night Army remnants won't focus their efforts there! So it's very easy to eradicate them. Any other questions?"
Fang Xin was now a bit impatient to test the attack power of those two wolves.
"Can I act alone?"
"No problem!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his vision blurred, and Fang Xin was already on the ground.
The moment he landed, Fang Xin immediately put on his headscarf for mental attack defense, then pulled his big red curse-deflecting underwear over his pants, after which he swiftly put on his invisibility cloak, tucked his revolver into his waistband, and held the scales of his defensive treasure artifact in his hand.
Everything prepared, he stealthily moved through the night.
Zhuge Heng in the sky rolled his eyes dramatically at the sight.
Fang Xin held his zhilian device, which displayed the location signals of the Eternal Night Army remnants.
The first time, he didn't dare to be too ostentatious.
He chose a small enemy team with only one third-level combatant.
After approaching, he released two wolves.
A black and a white streak of light flashed across the night sky.
The white wolf launched a mental attack first.
The black wolf, after a brief charge, instantly transformed into a black light and pierced through the enemy's chest.
Killed in one blow, everything happened in a flash.
Both wolves acquired the enemy's blood energy, and their strength increased. Fang Xin also benefited, his own strength improving. He looted usable treasure artifacts from the enemy, then recalled the two wolves and stealthily moved through the urban night.
Using this method, Fang Xin frantically harvested 4,620 points in one night.
His total points reached 8,083.
Fang Xin, being a one-man team, received a correspondingly larger share of points.
He was sent home that night.
Fang Xin once again inventoried all sorts of spoils of war.
He picked out a few useful items, and all the others were exchanged for points.
His points instantly reached 9,228.
Suppressing his excitement, Fang Xin looked at the moonlight outside the window.
He took out the small sculpture Chu Xinyao had given him.
The sculpture was of a winged figure, and by its physique, it seemed to be a female angel.
Fang Xin held up the small sculpture, facing it towards the moonlight.
He stared at the sculpture, observing it.
Gradually, a cool, clear moonlight emanated from the small sculpture, encircling Fang Xin and seeping into his nose and mouth with his breaths.
In Fang Xin's mind, a colossal figure gradually appeared, clad in silver armor, leaning on a cross-shaped sword, flapping pure white wings, suspended beneath a pure white full moon. The moonlight on Its body diffused into a sacred glow, and as Its wings flapped, countless rays of clear light, like starlight, sprinkled down upon the human world, as if It were a deity guarding the night, or a ruler controlling the night.
But as he watched, the pure white full moon in the sky slowly turned crimson.
Within the crimson full moon, there seemed to be a throne, and upon that throne, a figure was faintly visible, sitting high above the nine heavens, radiating a vast and imposing aura, looking down upon the world.
And that twelve-winged deity, flapping Its wings and suspended in the night sky, slowly turned, faced the blood moon, and bowed in worship!
Fang Xin slowly woke up.
He recalled the figure he had just seen.
The figure in the blood moon was all too familiar.
Fang Xin knew with certainty that this was the effect of his Slaughter Talent.
He looked up at the night sky.
The cool, clear moonlight slowly entered Fang Xin's nose and mouth, soothing his spleen and lungs.
It felt quite comfortable.
Light-Based Talent is divided into sunlight and moonlight; he would try sunlight tomorrow to see how it felt.
The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Fang Xin once again took out the small sculpture and began to meditate on it, facing the sun.
Gradually, a white sun appeared in Fang Xin's mind.
Beneath the white sun, a colossal figure floated between heaven and earth, clad in golden armor, flapping enormous wings. Even from a great distance, one could feel the scorching, intense energy fluctuations emanating from It, as if It could dry up the vast earth in an instant. That colossal figure seemed to represent the source of light in the world.
But as Fang Xin meditated, that white sun also began to change!
