The King of Black Fog

The speed is very slow, but the outcome is already predestined.

"Go!" Turquoise Pool immediately said, regardless of whether the others could hear.

Yang Qinglan had already risen, with a push of her arm on the ice basket, her slender figure had leapt inside.

By the time Turquoise Pool, who was the furthest away, reached the edge of the basket, it had already been snatched up by the Double-headed Black Flame Dragon. As soon as she entered the basket—

Boom!

The dragon's wings struck the Abyss Land, and the Black Flame Dragon surged violently towards the direction of the rising green light, like a black arrow.

Yet there, except for the battle-induced snow pit and the scattered powdery snow, there was nothing else.

"Where is my brother?!" Li Qianxia looked around.

Everyone else also jumped out of the ice basket, searching everywhere.

{You're too late.}

"Who?!"

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"Do not harm me."

The Angel opened its eyes again; in front of it, the short figure in Black Armor was raising its arm high, pointing its index finger towards the sky.

Silently and without movement, a brilliant green light lit up from the fingertip, shooting into the sky in an instant.

The green light illuminated the surroundings like lightning, as if the surrounding darkness trembled slightly, hastily retreating, and its density reducing.

Some time was wasted, but there was no other way, whether it was looking for the altar or picking up stars, required vision. Since vision was needed, the previous 'verbal decree' could not be immediately ended.

The light from the surrounding stars gradually dimmed, and some had even extinguished.

The Angel retracted its gaze, stepped forward again, and headed towards the altar.

Paths of green light rose behind her, her shadow flickered in front of her, like a demon gradually awakening.

Li Changzhou's status was very strange.

He still remembered things after the age of ten, but his view on these matters had all reverted to his mindset at ten.

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"You mean," Li Qianxia asked, "my brother reverted to when he was ten? His body and mind fully returned to ten years-old?"

{That's right.}

What can a ten-year-old child, an elementary school fourth-grader, do in this Abyss?

"Where is he now?" Yang Qinglan asked calmly, gripping the 'Extreme Cold Ice Sword' in her hand.

{He went above the Abyss, together with the Angel.}

"Together with the Angel?" Turquoise Pool was taken aback and quickly asked, "Was he captured?"

The voice was silent for a moment before answering: {He is pursuing the Angel.}

"Pursuing?"

This word could never be associated with a ten-year-old child.

Not crying out of fear and calling for parents in the Abyss was already considered extremely brave.

No, a child not frightened in such a place is no longer a matter of courage but has no fear or concern.

Li Changzhou not only wasn't afraid but actively pursued to kill? Kill?

"My brother..."

Everyone looked at Li Qianxia.

Li Qianxia's expression was indescribable.

"My ten-year-old brother... if his twenty-year-old self is confident, proud, self-aware, self-reflective, self-disciplined, and self-reliant, then at ten, he was narcissistic, arrogant, overbearing, boastful, and introverted.

"I remember when we were kids, Auntie Xie's geese, big and fierce, scared even adults. Each time I walked home from school, they would chase after me. My brother would take a knife and cut off the necks of both geese.

"Auntie Xie stormed into our house to scold us, and my brother almost did the same to her...

"Anyway! That was because Auntie Xie's words were especially harsh, not only scolding me and my brother but also our grandparents.

"In the end, the police came, and Auntie Xie wasn't hurt."

"...So," Turquoise Pool asked, "there's no need to worry temporarily about his safety?"

"I wouldn't say there's no need to worry," Li Qianxia paused, "my brother at the age of ten had impulses of self-destruction and destruction of others, maybe due to teenage rebellion."

{According to my records, teenage years aren't such a dreadful thing.}

"What do you know?" Li Qianxia's tone was somewhat cold.

Yang Qinglan and Turquoise Pool both glanced at Li Qianxia, realizing she was acting differently than usual.

Perhaps she had been suppressing her emotions.

If you've suppressed it long enough, bury it deep enough, those emotions seem non-existent, but that is distinct from genuinely 'not existing.'

Everyone's heart harbors some 'forgotten but never truly past' emotions.

But now isn't the time to talk about such matters.

"Is there a way to resolve the effects of 'Life and Death Separation'?" Turquoise Pool asked.

{There wasn't before, but now there is.} The voice said, {You're fortunate, having obtained crucial 'information'—those arms can suppress and eliminate all the supernatural.}

Everyone looked at Si and her two clones—Yang Qinglan could see, Turquoise Pool saw, while Li Qianxia just turned her face, her eyes still closed.

{Press him with those arms, the side effects will be suppressed, and while in a suppressed state, extract 'Life and Death Separation,' and he will recover.}

"Are you sure it's effective?" Yang Qinglan asked.

{I must add,} the voice said, {I only record accurate information, otherwise it has no meaning.}

Turquoise Pool thought for a moment and said, "Can we just choose to complete the task directly? With mana, we can withstand the cold; the height of the Abyss is but a step for us, suppressing him is easy enough..."

Before she finished speaking, the voice said:

{A mortal's body cannot perceive the recorded information with closed eyes. If an Immortal, on this planet, they would receive knowledge.}

An Immortal's sensory abilities are not limited to the five senses; they merge with heaven and earth and are one of the reasons for their strength.

But in certain places, such extraordinary perceptive abilities could be a disadvantage.

For instance, the worldly passions of the Mortal World, or the Abyss.

"Let's go," Yang Qinglan said, "let's catch up to retrieve the confident, proud, self-aware, self-reflective, self-disciplined, and self-reliant Changzhou."