"What, what did you just say?!" Lin Zifeng froze, his eyes flustered, feeling as if his heart had been fiercely stabbed by sothing sharp, a sensation akin to receiving the most wonderful news in the world.
"I suspect your father is still alive." Jia Zhenjing pursed his lips; in fact, he didn’t actually know if the Holy War Angel was dead or not, but he had a strong premonition that the Holy War Angel was still alive.
"You say my father is still alive!" With a swoosh, Lin Zifeng stood up from the ground, his eyes wide open.
"Yes, it is very likely he’s still alive. Considering how powerful your father is, how could he die so easily?" The old man gently patted his shoulder, seemingly to comfort him.
"Residual soul in the Dark Prison? What does that an? Could it be that my father’s soul is trapped in the Dark Prison?" Lin Zifeng was shocked. Residual soul? Only those who have died would leave behind a residual soul.
If he’s not dead, how could he possibly leave behind a residual soul?
"The reason we were able to break through the heavy barriers of the Dark Prison back then was because of the residual soul left behind by your father, which allowed us to safely leave the Dark Prison. Whether he’s dead or not, I don’t know, but I can be sure he’s definitely not completely gone. Furthermore, don’t you have the Magic Bracelet? As long as you find your father’s residual soul and body, I believe the Magic Bracelet can resurrect him!"
Speaking of the Magic Bracelet, Lin Zifeng’s eyes lit up, and he imdiately felt relieved. The Magic Bracelet itself was given to him by the old man. It was rumored to have the power of resurrection, but as of yet, Lin Zifeng hadn’t felt its effects.
"Can the Magic Bracelet really resurrect soone? Isn’t that just a legend?" Lin Zifeng asked.
"Although it’s just a legend, there must be evidence supporting it. Think about it, if it didn’t have the power of resurrection, how could there be such an incredible tale?" Jia Zhenjing said solemnly, "Now you’ve fused with the Magic Bracelet. I believe soday it will give you an unexpected surprise. Of course, the resurrection legend is definitely more than just a legend. It surely holds its mystery."
"Old Jia, right now I’m not concerned about the Magic Bracelet, I’m only worried about whether my father is still alive! I have to go to the Dark Prison!"
Lin Zifeng had already decided; he must venture into the Dark Prison.
"Are you crazy? With your current cultivation, can you enter the Dark Prison?"
The old man widened his eyes and swung his hand, slapping him sharply.
"Should I watch as my father remains trapped in the Dark Prison?" Lin Zifeng shouted. As a son, he couldn’t bear this tornt.
"Your father only left a residual soul in the Dark Prison. With your weak cultivation now, are you sending yourself to death? As long as you live now, there’s still a chance. When the ti is ripe, we will accompany you into the Dark Prison. Don’t be foolish; with your current cultivation, you can’t enter the Dark Prison. If you do, not only will you not save your father, but you’ll also lose your life inside the Dark Prison."
"I..." Lin Zifeng’s face turned bright red, and he closed his eyes, trying hard to calm his excited emotions. After thinking for a while, a piece of news suddenly exploded in his mind.
Isn’t the Jiang Zhouliu’s Holy Weapon going to be born in a few days? If I can master this Holy Weapon, won’t I have a fierce weapon in hand to storm the Dark Prison?
Lin Zifeng knew this Liu Shen Holy Weapon was powerful, the world’s first deadly weapon, specially made for killing. With the Liu Shen Holy Weapon, his overall strength would multiply several tis.
A few tis multiplied, what kind of combat power is that? Killing the Taihuang Demon definitely wouldn’t be a difficult task...
Originally, he wasn’t planning to compete for the Jiang Zhouliu’s Holy Weapon. Knowing how powerful it was, countless strong beings would surely fight for it, perhaps on a scale not much weaker than the Greece Wilderness battle.
However, now, he was eagerly anticipating obtaining the Liu Shen Holy Weapon. As long as he got the Holy Weapon, he could go to the Dark Prison to et his father.
"Kid, your primary task now is to hurry and cultivate. I believe that in the not-too-distant future, a great catastrophic disaster will inevitably strike. Although I don’t know what kind of setup the Holy War Angel has planned, I faintly feel a premonition, as if sothing imnse lies in store for us in the near future. It’s a disaster that will bury all cultivators. Whether we survive this catastrophe will depend on how big of a plan Holy War has laid out."
Jia Zhenjing stared into the pitch-black night sky, puffing on a cigarette, squinting, enjoying it. Yet, he was also puzzled. He faintly felt everything seed intricately linked with Holy War.
What kind of premonition was it? He couldn’t say, but it was certainly an unparalleled disastrous event, incomparable to the Greece Wilderness battle...
.........
anwhile, when Nangong Bing saw her father standing alive before her, she fainted imdiately. Nangong Shui, eyes flooded with tears, put his daughter on the sofa, using the most primal fatherly love to protect and take care of his children.
When Nangong Bing opened her eyes again, she saw the man she dreamt of seeing—her father! A person so precious that nothing in the world could replace him! Just sitting beside her, guarding her like when she was little...
She recalled a young man who often carried her on his shoulders when she was small, playing with her everywhere, laughing, joking, teasing her.
Now, the young man from her mories had beco the middle-aged man before her. Ti is like feces, really like a pile of ****.
It stole her father’s youth, stole the most beautiful ti her father had in her heart...
"Father, father!"
Finally, Nangong Bing rose in tears, the silent tears like the most painful mories, gently falling into her father’s embrace, a kind of unspeakable sorrow, truly unbearable.
Previously, Nangong Bing was a relatively cold-hearted person. When she was very little, her mother left, and she once resented her father, believing he wasn’t fit to be a man.
Thinking back now, indeed. She understood nothing then.
In the end, as children, what they owe most is to their parents. When borrowing things from others, thanks are given again and again. But who has ever thought of saying thank you when asking things from your father?
"Father, father, do you know what kind of days I’ve been living these days? I thought I’d never see you again, I thought I beca the loneliest woman in the world, even my father didn’t want ," she cried, constantly pouring out her grievances to her father.
Seeing his daughter in such a state, Nangong Shui felt especially pained inside. How could a father not ache for his daughter?
In his heart, Nangong Bing was a treasure, more precious than his own life.
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