Christian regretted his words a bit after speaking, as it didn’t quite match his noble deanor, "Ahem, this kind of situation isn’t uncommon, but it’s very hard to change. That’s why, despite the Divine Relic clearly being able to bring power and extend one’s life, most circumstances result in premature deaths; different interpretations through the long river of ti leave various deficiencies in the Divine Relic."
"Since it’s common, there must be so experts who left solutions, right?" Li Xin asked, as the Church Court or Secret Organization couldn’t possibly have never encountered similar incidents.
"There are so, as I ntioned before, it requires a stronger person to be willing to sacrifice, and even then there’s only a certain chance of success; the conditions are too harsh," Christian said lightly, "Don’t always hope for a perfect solution all the ti."
Li Xin was sowhat worried about Simmons; Young Master Xiong Ying was ready to spread his wings only to find half missing, which was a bit sad. Christian sensed Gemini’s silly yet excessive worry, lightly saying, "Since you’ve chosen the secret path, everyone has their own fate. Without reaching the end, no one knows what the outco will be."
"Thank you, Mr. Cancer." Hearing Mr. Cancer say this, Li Xin felt much better; he made a good point. To sum up, a blessing in disguise, perhaps one has overthought it, unwanted inner turmoil doesn’t help much.
Christian was speechless; what’s there to thank for? He was mocking him, did he not hear it? And yet he said it so sincerely, leaving him at a loss for words.
"It’s a minor thing; if you face any difficulties in the future, you can co to ," Christian said lightly.
"We won’t stand on ceremony, Mr. Cancer is the pillar of our Round Table Conference," Li Xin said as he stood up.
Christian stood up too, finally hearing an honest and straightforward statent.
Li Xin ended the conversation happily, although Mr. Cancer didn’t elaborate enough, he still revealed quite a bit of information. Considering Vladimir’s situation, it starts with having considerable cultivation, but to beco a demigod, one must comprehend the laws, grasp them, or at least comprehend them, determine the laws behind hidden powers, that’s a bit distant. As for one’s path, it’s actually similar to Simmons’s; everyone’s road has its rough and steep stretches—at once trials and opportunities.
Though sowhat holding back the Round Table Conference, having this warm big family will surely help him catch up.
In the morning, it was still raining outside, the rain slightly easing, not as torrential and wild as last night. The worn-out watchtower seed brighter with moss under the rain’s wash, the speckled gray bricks bore marks of ti, inside the tower, on a simple large bed, an handso naked man turned over.
Simmons opened his eyes, reached out, and felt nothing, internally feeling a bit lost. The scenes of last night surged back into his mind like tides, initially filled with regret, confusion, lantation, and so anger, but each ti after he couldn’t refuse again. He suspected himself of being hit by so terrible spell, Dragon Mother must be a powerful Curse Master, mastering so spell he couldn’t resist.
His mind wandered, yet his body wasn’t under control. He had to admit he enjoyed it—after each instance, Dragon Mother’s figure would beco thinner, like a deflating balloon, while sothing seed to enter his body, cool and comfortable. Eventually, Dragon Mother completely transford into a noble and fit woman, much like the goddess he longed for in his dreams—that’s the kind of partner he dread of. Afterward, they completed a perfect blend between man and woman, moving from passive to active, from grievance to fervor, from bottom to top; he learned the woman’s na was Ao Yu.
The tower had clean clothes, so food, and a note.
"Understand this well, the rain will stop by this evening, digest the power before returning."
Simmons felt a bit disappointed; he thought it would be sothing else, but it turned out to be so straightforward... shouldn’t there be more explanations?
A surge of abundant power road within his body, not belonging to him, yet very strong and comfortable. Strangely, it did not conflict; the power went into the Divine Relic, traversing throughout the body before returning to the Divine Relic. Simmons wasn’t a fool, although he hadn’t experienced such a situation, his body’s excitent and perception knew it.
Sitting down quickly, imrsed himself fully into the Divine Relic, this power seed to be repairing his Honor Knight Shield?
???
Simmons was shocked; it really was repairing—what exactly is Ao Yu?
He didn’t know how long it was before that roaming power was entirely absorbed by him. Although Simmons only unlocked the third Life Star, having touched the Angel’s Heart, he made a basic judgnt on the power level: Ao Yu’s power level is probably at an angel’s level, yet not a battle angel, with higher, more compatible spiritual abilities and a top-notch, ruling aura.
Suddenly everything connected, epiphany struck—why would soone like Brother Li reside in a shabby inn, why occasionally let him visit and introduce Dragon Mother? Everything, it was all about the bonds between good brothers!
Indeed, Avogadro Brother Li, Prince of Secret Castle, Master of the Star Disc... no, not pleasant, Master of the Starry Sky.
Brother Li went to great lengths to arrange things, helping him improve while still caring for his self-esteem, giving Angel’s Heart, imparting combat techniques, letting him open the third Life Star, enter the Round Table Conference, and bridging the blind gap between him and his dream goddess, fulfilling dreams while repairing the irreparable deficiency of the Divine Relic.
Brother Li, the best in Dao Yuan Continent, a second parent, nothing less—this is a righteous father, committed to Brother Li for life.
Of course, he knows Brother Li, a figure of such magnitude, would not admit it; he’ll cling on regardless. This is a fortune a diocre boy with unimpressive talent must firmly grasp.
Simmons was profoundly moved, being a waste son from a fallen noble family, thought he’d be diocre for life—by chance, went to Celestial Capital, t his destined elder brother, spinning the wheel of fate from then on.
Such good fortune!
Carefully folding the note, he cautiously tucked it into his shirt pocket, glanced around, feeling slightly disappointed; there were no items left by his goddess—but that’s okay, he’ll head to Lirong Inn, can’t disappoint his goddess. Having absorbed such powerful power, he must fully digest it.
Internally, the strong spiritual ability flowed continuously, leaving Simmons flushed all over—heat visibly steaming, very peculiar, not a fire ability, yet just peculiarly warm—a very powerful and special force.
After a long while, Simmons stood up, his graceful lines unable to suppress the emission of spiritual ability. Looking through the watchtower’s port at the ocean, he felt imnsely pleased; no wonder he couldn’t perceive abilities before—Divine Relic was lacking! Now everything’s different, his power leveled up; outside, he soared skyward with a whoosh, diving straight into the sea.
Growing up by the sea, his swimming skills were excellent. He swam back and forth, occasionally leaping out like a silver dart in the waves, shouting excitedly at the sky—even when choking a few mouthfuls of seawater, he would laugh heartily...
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