Yes, I did all of this!

As she said this, Xia Yan looked smug and somewhat proud.

"..."

However, upon hearing this, Duanmu Mo fell silent.

Not only Duanmu Mo, but Yu Zhi and Shen Wuyin also had complicated expressions, while Shen Wuling lowered her head and ate her meal. Cang Yuan still didn't understand what had happened.

"You... never mind." Duanmu Mo felt like all his efforts had been in vain. He had only asked Xia Yan to take the exam to give her something to do, so she wouldn't always be following him around.

Whether she cheated or passed the exam through her own merit, as long as Duanmu Mo achieved his goal, that's fine.

Having painstakingly taught her for so long, only to be brushed off by Xia Yan in this way, Duanmu Mo really didn't know what to say.

"That won't do, Senior Xia Yan." Shen Wuyin looked at Xia Yan reproachfully and said, "You can cheat on exams using the power of magical girls, but you can't cheat on knowledge."

"Oh well, I don't need it anyway." Xia Yan spread her hands, completely unconcerned.

"I think it's still necessary." Duanmu Mo's calm voice made Xia Yan's face stiffen.

"Yin, if you have time, please supervise Xia Yan's studies. Xia Yan and Cang Yuan are counting on you to be their teacher."

"A teacher...?"

Shen Wuyin thought for a moment and smiled, "That's not bad either."

Having more free time would be ideal, so Duanmu Mo ignored their conversation and continued eating dinner.

—When dinner was over, I said goodbye to Duanmu Mo, though I was reluctant to leave.

. . . . . .

He rode his motorcycle back to the office and lay on the bed, waiting quietly.

He's going to Leviathan now, and after some time, it'll be time to report back to his boss.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Duanmu Mo sat up and took out the Black Mist Gun from the shadows.

With a flick of his finger, two cards appeared in his hand.

A card containing the Key to the Underworld, and a card containing the eyeball of a dragon's corpse.

I don't know if this card's shielding ability will work on Cangyuan, but it's pointless to just hoard it and not use it.

As for the issue of consuming the dragon's energy, Duanmu Mo wouldn't care.

After scanning the Netherworld Key card with the Black Mist Gun, Duanmu Mo pulled the trigger forward.

When the vortex appeared before him, Duanmu Mo moved his body, transformed into his monster form, and got into a charging stance.

With a powerful stomp, Duanmu Mo entered the Cangyuan Sea.

"Transform!"

Armor covered his body, and in the next instant, the motorcycle flew out of the card and he rode on it.

Looking at the slot on the fuel tank cap, Duanmu Mo decisively inserted the eyeball card into it.

A sulfurous fumes emanated from the motorcycle, and at the same time, the motorcycle's headlights shone with a dark golden light, as if a ferocious beast had opened its eyes, and a violent aura spread involuntarily.

—Can this feeling really conceal one's presence?

Duanmu Mo was puzzled, but now was not the time to think about such things. He started the engine and sped towards the depths of the seal.

Chapter 437: Ideals

The ferocious Black Rider roared in the sea, its wheels burning with flames, its exhaust pipe spewing black flames, and the entire vehicle transformed into a shooting star, soaring through the vast sea of ​​Cangyuan.

The motorcycle, shrouded in a corrosive aura, traversed the vast ocean like a sharp knife slicing through her unique territory.

Under Duanmu Mo's control, the pitch-black motorcycle imbued with the aura of death turned the metaphor into reality. The ferocious black rider truly transformed into a precise scalpel, silently slicing a line through Cangyuan's domain.

It broke through...

With a loud bang, Duanmu Mo and his motorcycle crossed the vast ocean of Cangyuan, entering the seal without disturbing her, and landed heavily on the dark red sea.

"It really worked..."

Duanmu Mo turned his head and looked at the motorcycle behind him, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes behind the helmet.

The sea beneath his feet still smelled fishy and foul, but Duanmu Mo got used to it after learning that it was all the foul blood from the rotting corpses of strange people.

He then remembered something, pressed on the fuel tank cap, and the card popped out automatically.

The dragon's eyeball showed signs of fatigue, and the energy within it appeared to be visibly depleted.

"Hiss... Playing like this really takes a lot of energy."

With a sigh of pity, Duanmu Mo put the card away and started the motorcycle again, heading forward.

. . . . . .

boom!

The motorcycle crashed into Leviathan's spiritual world, and as always, it fell from the sky, smashing the church ceiling.

The church members who were singing in unison just a moment ago were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of the motorcycle. A loud bang spread, black flames flew, and the crowd nearby who could not dodge in time were also smothered by the black flames and burned to ashes in agony.

Duanmu Mo's feet touched the ground as he scanned his surroundings.

Inside the church, the priest was still conducting the song, while a group of children stood on the church platform, all staring in astonishment at Duanmu Mo.

Behind these children is a stone statue of Leviathan, but it and the hanged ghost beneath it have been beautified, with their tentacles blurred, making it seem as if a crowd is surrounding Leviathan as he ascends to the altar, giving it a somewhat sacred appearance.

Below the stage, Duanmu Mo was violently thrown off his motorcycle, and the people on the chairs also fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

Surrounded by everyone's gazes, Duanmu Mo shook his head in disgust: "Leviathan even wants to bewitch children? They really don't discriminate between the familiar and the unfamiliar, but that's fine too."

He looked at the hanged ghosts around him who hadn't been affected by the black flames, pointed to the center of the church, and said, "Tell that sea monster to come out and see me."

"That...that's a god..."

The priest on the platform finally realized what was happening, but before he could finish speaking, Duanmu Mo interrupted him with a mocking tone:

"Sea monster."

"He is a god..."

"It's a sea monster."

"god......"

The priest was stunned, not expecting Duanmu Mo to answer like that. He stammered as he opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, he and the surrounding parishioners disappeared from the church.

"—Still as reckless as ever, Neville. You know perfectly well that in this world, you can come to me with just a thought."

Duanmu Mo turned his head and looked at the stone statue on the platform.

The stone statue came to life, its three pairs of eyes staring at Duanmu Mo.

"If that's the case, why didn't you come to me yourself?" Duanmu Mo retorted without any politeness.

“I can’t interfere too much in their lives, Neville.” Its eyes were calm and unwavering. “I have to give them some freedom.”

It stared at Duanmu Mo. In Leviathan's eyes, this person only occasionally tried out the power of this world, but did not rely on this ability much, which made Leviathan feel a slight disappointment as expected.

"A little freedom—do you really want to be a god?"

Duanmu Mo laughed out loud, sat down on a bench, and put his feet on the back of the chair in front of him.

“It was all spontaneous on their own.” Leviathan shook his head. “I simply taught them some knowledge, helping them to break free from false beliefs and face the truth.”

"Real?" Duanmu Mo tilted his head, looked around, and spread his hands. "Where is the real thing? I can't see it."

"Their choice is the truth."

Leviathan let out a low chuckle, seemingly turning into a stone statue, and his movements became no longer sluggish: "--Alright Neville, let's stop the small talk and get down to business."

"You've done your year-end summary, haven't you?" Duanmu Mo smiled, resting his elbows on the back of the chair behind him.

"Your actions have disrupted our plans, Neville," Leviathan said earnestly. "We both need some time to wait; you're being too hasty."

"If that's what you're referring to, then I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with me."

Duanmu Mo scoffed, "Even I know that motorcycles shouldn't make a rumbling noise when passing through residential areas. How come this ancient thing that's lived for thousands of years doesn't know that?"

“It will never understand, Neville.”

Leviathan seemed to recall the past, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes: "That Key to the Underworld has no reason whatsoever, just like its original form. You can think of it as a ferocious beast... no, even beasts have more reason than it. Think of it as a madman."

"It seems quite calm to me."

"This is just a reminder and a suggestion. Next time you encounter it, just treat it like a mad dog."

When Leviathan said this, it never hid its disgust and aversion to the dragon.

“I need some time to prepare, and it’s also looking for bones. Once its kennel is finished, the real master will move in, and then we can catch it all at once.”

It gave Duanmu Mo a deep look: "You should know how to hunt, right? Sometimes hunters spare their prey's life, waiting for it to return to its den before killing the whole family to wipe them out completely. What's needed during this process is patience and perseverance. If the hunters traveling with you aren't professional, then I'll have to let you leave."

"That's really strict~" Upon hearing this, Duanmu Mo chuckled, his tone still relaxed and carefree: "Judging from what you said, your relationship with that dragon is not simple."

"Think what you want."

Leviathan knew that his past words had revealed some information, and given the cunning Neville, it was inevitable that he would notice these things.

"I'm curious, you noticed it so soon after I unleashed the power of the Key to the Underworld. Your relationship with it is so close, there's nothing fishy about it, is there?"

"It's just that I happened to live a long time."

Leviathan's eyes were calm: "Monsters feed on the negative emotions of humans, and I was born with the advent of human civilization, as you know. But similarly, there are beings as ancient as me, and this is one of them."

"That's all?"

“It and I are aligned in some way.” Leviathan lowered his head and gazed at Duanmu Mo sitting below the stage.

If Neville were a little dumber, it would be better to use him as a useful tool, but this little man is so cunning that a moment of carelessness could lead to utter ruin.

"idea?"

"—Some foolish freaks are still trying to destroy the world and ruin human civilization. They cannot control their instincts, unaware that that is the path to self-destruction."

Leviathan said quietly:

“But I am different from it. I will use my power to preserve humanity... In the words of your time, I will use people as batteries to circulate eternally within my body—and then I will become the true one, the true god.”

"It sounds like I'm on the opposite side of your ideology," Duanmu Mo joked, without the slightest hint of tension.

"If you are willing to connect with my tentacles, then there will definitely be a place for you in my world."