Generally speaking, talents of this level are bound to have special abilities.
Just like Du Qing’s Fallen Heaven, Flying Ability, Zuo Qingtian’s Devouring Light, and Zhao Yue’s rging into the Spiritual World.
Even if Lin Guang’s [Heart of Terra] hasn’t been completely restored, this ability has already manifested.
That is this black crown.
All along, the Black Crown never exhibited any abilities in battle other than emotional reading—that’s because only emotional reading can be effective in high-intensity, fast-paced battles.
But that’s just the outermost layer of the Black Crown’s ability.
Its true ability is actually the reading of mory, along with an extre form of empathy and understanding.
Although Lin Guang cannot use it well at the mont, the Equal Contract with Lisa and her Ore Disease allow him to use this ability steadily.
Ore Disease, the Source Stone, is essentially a carrier of recorded information.
This enables him to read Lisa’s mory and heart with minimal burden.
Lin Guang is reluctant to use this thod to probe his partners’ inner world unless absolutely necessary.
Because reading equates to being able to easily modify.
But at this mont, there’s no other way for him.
Lisa’s ntal state has reached a very dangerous stage, even after venting, the problem remains unsolved; left unattended, it would recoil like a spring with greater force in the future.
Only by understanding what truly lies in Lisa’s heart can Lin Guang address it, curing her ntal ailnt.
Gradually, Lin Guang’s consciousness dived into the sea of Lisa’s mories.
In the dark space, he saw a curled-up, little girl.
Countless mory fragnts encircled her, almost limitless.
Human mory is like a vast ocean, containing endless information.
Even if the person doesn’t rember, all experienced events reside in that ocean.
It’s an astronomical figure.
To retrieve useful mories, certain special nodes must be relied upon.
Emotions.
Or so unforgettable scenes.
In the next mont, Lin Guang pierced into the mory rainbow saturated with storm and killing intent.
......
Syracuse.
Venice Clan’s Mansion.
Cold winds mixed with raindrops battered against the windows.
A petite girl, only nine years old, sat in her room, huddled on her bed, clutching her rodent plush toy tightly, as if seeking a sense of safety from it.
The plush toy’s eyes were two buttons, looking sowhat comical, but it was a character from a recently released movie, gifted by her uncle.
Her large ears twitched, hearing faint hints of killing intent outside.
It was the sound of weapons clashing.
The sound of blades slicing through flesh.
The sound of rain mixed with blood splattering and dripping together.
Occasional lightning outside would montarily brighten, illuminating the girl’s erald green eyes.
"......Mom."
She whispered, as if praying for sothing.
The family clans of Syracuse are always entangled in various blade lights and shadows, blood and rain.
Not to ntion the Venice Clan, one of the twelve clans.
Tonight, there was an assassination attempt on the Venice Clan.
The girl’s mother, Ingrid, an influential protector and assassin in the Venice Clan, naturally had to handle this assassination.
Little Lisa was unaware of just how powerful her mother was.
But she knew that at this mont, mom was fighting to protect herself, to protect everyone.
Rumble—
Lightning flashed, and a few seconds later, a deafening roar ca again, frightening her so much that she clutched that plush toy tightly.
"Mom will definitely be alright."
She forced herself to hold back the tears in her eyes: "Sob..."
The blade lights and sword shadows outside seed to pause.
That familiar and reassuring sound of footsteps ca again, seemingly approaching her.
It seed there was no need to worry.
But just as she thought so, drowsiness setting in, just about to fall asleep...
The plush toy suddenly made a creaking sound.
Then, a small muffled noise.
Bang—
At that mont, the girl felt a sharp pain, sothing piercing through her shoulder.
It was an activated Source Stone.
What happened afterward, the girl couldn’t recall clearly.
She only rembered her always calm and composed mother sensed sothing, crazily rushed in, seeing her collapsed on the bed, letting out beast-like lants.
When she regained consciousness and was bandaged, she felt the atmosphere at ho had changed.
Every ti her mother saw her, there was deep guilt, feeling that she had failed in her duty, not protecting her daughter properly.
That was her first ti knowing how malignant a concept Ore Disease was.
Ingrid temporarily left Lisa’s side, going wild assassinating high-ranking mbers of rival clans, just to find out who planted that Source Stone Bomb in Lisa’s plush toy.
But this also violated the rules of Syracuse.
Thus, on the surface, she defected from the Venice Clan.
Also leaving Lisa behind.
But perhaps Ingrid never thought, or thought about it, but could no longer help it.
Lisa didn’t want her to avenge her.
She only wanted... for her mom to be well, not to leave her side.
......
Lin Guang opened his eyes, looking at the sleeping Lisa.
Lisa’s emotions and mories had perated into his mind, reigniting the emotions in his sowhat cold thoughts.
He slightly lowered his gaze.
The the of the mory just now was...
Guilt and sadness.
Ingrid was guilty for not protecting Lisa well.
But from Lisa’s perspective, she never blad her mom.
She was just extrely guilty for causing her mother to defect from the clan, not being able to see her for a long ti after.
And all of this stemd from the [Ore Disease], and the fact that she, who was weak, beca a weakness for her powerful mother.
"......"
All of this was unforgettable mory for her.
Lin Guang had given her warmth again, had given her a ho again.
But for this reason, having seen a deja vu calamity, a deja vu Ore Disease, having gone through familiar helplessness again...
Lisa found it even harder to accept this.
Mother, grandfather, and uncle could no longer be seen, so Lin Guang, Vishdair, Chelina were her only remaining family.
She could no longer bear the pain of losing a ho.
"......"
Lin Guang said nothing.
He dove once more, using the Black Crown to sink into the next unforgettable mory.
......
The earth looked like a charred piece of skin, cracked, gray, lifeless.
Amid the cracked soil, occasionally a few bones were exposed, unclear if they were animal or human, they had long been eroded beyond recognition.
Occasionally the wind swept by, making hollow whimpering sounds.
The distant horizon blurred, as if swallowed by a thick gray fog, there were no boundaries between heaven and earth, only a still expanse of desolate yellow.
And at the end of that gray fog, stood a colossal Land Ship, like a mountain of forged steel.
It was at least nearly a hundred ters tall, its armor plates reflecting a gray-blue sheen under the faint daylight, like a sleeping Giant Beast, its tracks sunk deep into the arid soil, as if it had been anchored here for a while, long enough for this piece of land to begin accepting its weight.
"Is that... Rhode Island?"
Lisa spoke softly.
"Yes, Lisa, that is Rhode Island."
The adult woman driving the car had striking yellow long hair, the sa as Lisa’s, with a narrow scar on the right side of her cheek, which didn’t look unsightly, instead adding a touch of valiance.
Ingrid, her mother.
After defecting from Venice, it was a rare occasion for Lisa to see her.
"This is the place told by the Beast Lord that can heal your illness."
The man sitting beside Lisa appeared sowhat frail, very handso with a hint of fragility, with nine large tails similar to Lily’s behind him.
Her father.
Lisa nodded, not saying anything.
But her heart surged with complex emotions.
Worry and sorrow, mixed with a faint sense of anticipation.
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