In the dead silence of the ruins, the bronze dagger exuded a cold luster, trembling slightly in mid-air. The sharp blade was like a distorted mirror, reflecting Lin Feng's face full of pain and struggle. The faded cloth covering his left eye swayed gently in the wind, like a sad memory sealed by the years. The gray pupil of his right eye, like a chaotic abyss, reflected the dying child in front of him. At this time, the fox-shaped birthmark on the neck of the child that once frightened people had disappeared, but his breathing was as weak as a candle in the wind. Every rise and fall was extremely difficult and could be blown out by the gale of fate at any time. Lin Wanqiu's residual soul turned into a faint light, tightly wrapped around the Yinglong bone flute. Although her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, it revealed an unquestionable firmness: "Hurry up, time is running out. If you delay any longer, the child will not be able to hold on."
Lin Feng slowly stretched out his hand. His hand seemed to be carrying a heavy burden. It was shaking violently. His knuckles turned white due to excessive force, like a dead tree covered with frost and snow in winter. When the cold dagger blade gently touched the child's tender chest, a piercing chill instantly spread, as if it came from the cold air of the Nine Nether Hell, and the surrounding air froze in an instant. In this dead silence, a loud bang suddenly erupted from the depths of Lin Feng's mind, and then a blazing sea of ??fire surged over. The pungent smell of smoke penetrated his nose, choking him to the point of suffocation. The strong smell instantly pulled him back to that unbearable, nightmare-like night.
The fire in Qingtian Village burned extremely fiercely. The flames that shot up into the sky illuminated the entire village as if it were daytime, but it also revealed endless despair. The miserable cries of the villagers and the terrified screams of the children intertwined together to form a sad song of purgatory on earth. In the intersection of the fire and smoke, the face of the young child in front of him gradually overlapped with the innocent orphans in Qingtian Village in his memory. Lin Feng's hand holding the dagger trembled more and more violently, and he almost dropped the dagger. His heart fell into an extreme struggle. On the one hand, there was the life in front of him that needed to be saved urgently, and on the other hand, there was the heavy shackles brought by the painful memories of the past.
"Do you think that saving this child can redeem the sins you have committed?" The sharp and sarcastic voice of the residual soul of the mirror spirit sounded in his consciousness without warning, like the cry of a night owl, breaking the tranquility of his heart, "Think about it carefully, from the beginning of the Nine Infants Rebellion to now, how many lives have been lost because of you? Everything you do is just creating more tragedies!" Lin Feng felt as if his head was about to explode, the pain was unbearable, and the reality in front of him began to distort and deform. The body of the young child seemed to be torn by an invisible big hand, turning into countless flying fragments, and on each fragment, a familiar face was reflected. Among those faces, there were people whose faces were distorted by the Nine Infants' poisonous fire; there was Lin Wanqiu who risked his life and died in order to seal the rift; and there were innocent people who died unjustly under the sharp sword of the Kunlun Ruins monk. These scenes rotated in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, making him fall into endless self-blame and pain.
Just when Lin Feng's spirit was about to completely collapse and be swallowed by this dark vortex, a warm and soft green light, like a sharp sword, penetrated the chaotic darkness. Lin Wanqiu's residual soul turned into a majestic dragon-shaped phantom, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura. The dragon's mouth opened wide, spewing out blazing dragon flames, which seemed to be able to burn all the evil in the world. "He is the reincarnation of Duan Litang!" Lin Wanqiu's voice was as majestic as a dragon's roar, echoing in this dead space, "Kunlun Ruins was ruthless and wiped out his entire family in order to snatch the precious dragon bloodline!" In an instant, fragments of memory surged into Lin Feng's mind like a tide. In those pictures, the child's previous life was in the dark and damp dungeon of Kunlun Ruins, suffering inhuman torture, iron chains deeply embedded in his flesh, and whips whipped his body, but even so, his eyes still revealed unyielding. Finally, his dragon blood was forcibly extracted. At the last moment of his life, he swore a poisonous oath that if there was an afterlife, he would make Kunlun Ruins pay for its blood debt with blood.
"So that's it." Lin Feng gritted his teeth, his lips were bitten, blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, and the bright red blood looked particularly dazzling on his pale face. He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and stabbed the dagger into the child's chest. At the moment the blade sank in, a strange scene happened. A lotus-shaped blood light suddenly bloomed on the child's chest. The blood light was dazzling. In the light, the ancient and mysterious dragon runes appeared faintly. The runes flickered, as if telling the ancient secrets of the dragon clan. At the same time, Lin Feng felt that his heart was tightly pulled by a powerful and irresistible force, as if it was being pulled out of his chest. The severe pain came like a surging tide, instantly drowning him, his eyes went black, and he almost lost consciousness. But he relied on his tenacious will to endure the piercing pain, clenched his teeth, and continued to slowly penetrate the dagger.
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The sea of ??fire in the illusion became more and more turbulent, and the blazing flames seemed to turn the whole world into ashes. The villagers of Qingtian Village stretched out their arms, which were scorched and scarred by the fire, and cried desperately to Lin Feng for help. Their voices were full of despair and helplessness. On the other side of the sea of ??fire, a young child also stretched out his little hand. His eyes were clear and pure, full of trust and expectation for Lin Feng. Lin Feng was in this dilemma. Every step he took was like walking on thin ice. If he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss of no return. Seeing this, the remnant soul of the mirror spirit took the opportunity to invade the depths of his consciousness like a ghost, trying to take advantage of the opportunity and occupy his body. Its harsh voice rang again: "Give up, you are just making a meaningless struggle and you can't save anyone at all!"
"Shut up!" Lin Wanqiu's dragon flame struck again like lightning, with the momentum of destroying the world, and forced the remaining soul of the mirror spirit back fiercely. Lin Wanqiu's voice was as loud as a bell, with the majesty of a dragon's roar: "Do you still remember the oath we made in Qingtian Village? Even if we are torn to pieces, we must protect the righteousness of the world!" In an instant, Lin Feng's mind flashed through every bit of his time with Lin Wanqiu in Qingtian Village like a movie. In spring, they strolled together on the path in the field, with the breeze blowing and sending bursts of flower fragrance; on summer nights, they sat side by side in the courtyard, looking up at the stars and imagining a beautiful future; in autumn, they worked together in the golden rice fields, with laughter and joy echoing in the fields; in winter, they snuggled up to each other and resisted the biting cold wind. These warm and beautiful memories, like a bright light in the dark, illuminated his heart shrouded in haze.
As the dagger penetrated completely, Lin Feng felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and then completely pulled out. The severe pain almost made him lose his perception of the world. At this critical moment, a miracle happened. The lifeless body of the child began to gradually glow with vitality. His skin gradually regained its rosy red color, and his breathing, which was originally so weak that it was almost imperceptible, became steady and powerful. Lin Feng's consciousness began to blur. At the edge of the chaotic consciousness, he seemed to see his heart, emitting a soft light, slowly merging into the child's chest. At the same time, a small dragon-shaped mark quietly emerged on the child's forehead. The mark emitted a faint light, as if announcing the rebirth of a new life.
When Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a dilapidated and desolate ruin. Beside him, the child had woken up and was looking at him quietly with a pair of clear and bright eyes. In those eyes, there was no longer the weirdness and fear when he was parasitized by the fox demon before, but instead full of innocence and gratitude. In the distance, the sound of the Kunlun Ruins monk flying on the sword was getting closer and closer, and the sharp whistling sound seemed to be the prelude to the coming storm. However, at this time, Lin Feng's heart was surging with an unprecedented calmness. He knew that he had paid a huge price to save this innocent life, but he never regretted it. And through this series of events, he also uncovered part of the conspiracy hidden in the darkness of Kunlun Ruins.
Lin Wanqiu's residual soul loomed beside him, like an illusory dream. There was a trace of relief in her voice: "You did it." As she spoke, her figure gradually became transparent, like the morning mist, about to dissipate, "I can feel that the seal of the Nether Rift has begun to loosen again. The road ahead will be more difficult. You must be careful." After she finished speaking, she turned into starlight and dissipated in the air, leaving Lin Feng staring blankly at the direction where she disappeared. After a long time, Lin Feng slowly clenched the Yinglong bone flute in his hand. The bone flute seemed to still have the breath of Lin Wanqiu. He gently picked up the child, faced the coming storm, took firm steps, and walked forward step by step.
