In the cavernous hall, it was empty and silent.
But by the stone bed stood two men, who were quietly observing Ye Chenfeng, without uttering a sound.
The man standing on the right had an incredibly tall and straight physique, akin to a steel spear.
He was cloaked in a black robe that almost covered his entire body, with the hood pulled over his head, making him appear cold and arrogant, like a drawn sword, with an aura of frost.
His face was vaguely visible from the front—a pair of eerie eyes, deep as the night, with a captivating magical power. His glance seemed to have lightning snakes dancing in them. Just one look could intimidate many.
A line of small words was tattooed on his left cheek, although unclear, it gave off a peculiar feeling.
More importantly, he exuded an uncomfortable aura, causing people nearby to feel chest tightness, breathing difficulties, even suffocation.
"What’s happened to the Divine King?"
The elderly man on the left spoke in astonishment.
The elder was not tall but was dressed with meticulous elegance—wearing a nearly perfect suit beneath a raccoon fur coat, complemented with a silk tie, scarf, and Italian gloves, his head adorned with a cream-colored Borsalino wide-brimmed hat, holding a Caminetto pipe, known as "the world’s finest pipe".
The cold man in the black robe spoke with a somewhat hoarse voice: "I don’t know what’s going on, but none of us can help him now."
"What exactly happened to him? How did he end up , even his hair turned white." The elder’s voice trembled slightly as he removed his wide-brimmed hat, revealing a meticulously styled slick-back.
"The Divine King hasn’t encountered any enemies since last night, only he knows what happened." The cold man spoke again.
"I thought I could surprise him, but he ended up surprising us." The elder chuckled, taking a puff from his pipe.
"The Divine King and Phoenix retrieved the Dragon Slaying Plan from Zurich. I suspect what happened to him is related to the Dragon Slaying Plan." The man in the black robe’s eyes gleamed as he voiced his thoughts.
The elder chuckled: "The Divine King cares most about Miss Night now. Maybe the content of the Dragon Slaying Plan concerns Miss Night."
The two exchanged glances: "No doubt, Miss Night is gone..."
After a moment of contemplation, the man in the black robe lowered his voice abruptly: "Could it be, the Divine King wants to dissolve himself? After all, we know the secret of his body."
The elder was instantly shocked, completely agreeing with the man in the black robe: "Indeed, he shows no signs of life now, equating to self-exile."
"No way, I must wake him up!"
The cold man’s eyes flashed with resolve as he slowly approached the stone bed, while the elder stepped back.
The entire world was grey-white, everything was still, no one knew where this place was. Ye Chenfeng drifted aimlessly.
He felt light as a feather, his body weightless.
The grey-white world was vast, boundless, without an end...
A sense of loneliness gradually invaded, even Ye Chenfeng felt fear rising in his heart.
Slowly, Ye Chenfeng realized he had become transparent, with an absurd thought arising in his mind: Could he have reached the part where this world overlaps with an alternate dimension?
Before he could make sense of it, he noticed another problem: his body was becoming more transparent.
Despite his weightless body, Ye Chenfeng could clearly feel himself gradually disappearing.
Furthermore, his mind became dazed, thinking became a struggle, an obvious indication that even his consciousness was gradually fading.
Ye Chenfeng finally understood, eventually, his body and consciousness would dissipate in this world, everything would revert to zero.
A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his expression calm, Ye Chenfeng completely closed his eyes, feeling the existence of the final moment.
Suddenly, the world trembled violently, the massive commotion made Ye Chenfeng involuntarily open his eyes.
In the instant he opened his eyes, Ye Chenfeng was terrified.
At the edge of his sight, a bloody figure appeared, slowly moving towards him.
As it got closer, Ye Chenfeng noticed the bloody figure was drenched in blood, an overwhelming, fierce aura pressing down fiercely.
The blood-soaked person hung their head, with long hair completely covering their face, even their eyes were unseen.
After an unknown period, the distance between them was just inches, the bloody figure stopped, slowly raising its head.
Ye Chenfeng stared at the rising head, afraid to miss any detail.
At the moment the head was lifted, Ye Chenfeng was utterly stunned—it was her!
At the same moment, a blood arrow emerged from her body.
Her body slowly collapsed...
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes immediately turned crimson red, unusually eerie!
"Ah! I don’t want you to die!"
A resounding voice emerged from Ye Chenfeng’s throat, unleashing a destructive power from his body.
"Ah! I don’t want you to die!"
The voice echoed like a deep bell, thunderous.
A destructive aura spread, followed by a tsunami-like destructive force emanating from Ye Chenfeng.
The man in the black robe reacted swiftly, instantly appearing meters away, simultaneously pulling the elder away, leaving the castle in a flash.
Cracks spread on the castle’s floor centered around the stone bed, resembling a dense spider web.
The earth trembled, as if experiencing an earthquake, shaking everyone thoroughly.
Finally, the vast castle collapsed under the pressure, with a deafening crash and rolling dust, akin to an explosion.
"Divine King!" The elder was anxious.
The man in the black robe pulled him back: "Don’t worry, the Divine King is fine, but I sensed a peculiar power from him just now, extremely terrifying, surpassing even Divine Source Power. The Divine King awakened solely due to this power, but it seems he is being controlled by it now, we better not show up."
"What on earth? What’s happened to him over the years?" The elder exclaimed twice.
A strange sound, the distant ruins transformed, with wood and stones constantly falling, quivering.
The elder and the man stared intently at that spot.
A chilling voice devoid of warmth resonated, the ruins bulged, and a silhouette emerged from within.