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"What kind of projection is this? Why is it so powerful?" Black Mountain asked in a deep voice.

Lynn chuckled and pointed to the sky above.

"You wouldn't believe it," Lynn said. "I once dreamed of the image of the world's will, and this is a projection of the world's will."

Montenegro was stunned.

He stared at Lynn's face for a few seconds, trying to find any trace of a joke on her face.

Lynn's expression was very serious; although there was a smile on his lips, there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

"The will of the world? Are you kidding me?" Black Mountain's voice was dry, clearly incredulous.

His mind raced. The will of the world—that was the core consciousness of the plane itself.

Normal wizards wouldn't even be able to perceive it, let alone project it.

Only those beings at the Saintly Mark level who have truly touched upon the rules of the plane can resonate with the will of the world.

If one wants to truly communicate with the will of the world, or even subdue it, then one must at least be a senior Saint Mark.

Besides, does the will of the world have a real form?

Shouldn't it be a conceptual existence that is formless and intangible, capable of transforming into all things?

A first-ring wizard actually claims to have dreamt of the world's will and can even project its image?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Montenegro blurted out.

"There are many impossible things," Lynn said. "The facts are right in front of you, you can't help but believe them."

Heishan didn't respond. He looked at the projection again, this time more carefully.

The phantom was shrouded in a grayish-white mist, its outline indistinct, and within its outline flowed an energy he had never seen before.

That energy wasn't like magic, like spiritual power, like any kind of sorcery he was familiar with. It was more like... the world itself breathing.

That's... the power of the world?!

Black Mountain's palms were sweaty.

Having roamed Blackrock City for so many years, he had met many wizards and had also dealt with the Lord of Whiterock City several times.

But the city lord of White Stone City is a third-ringed being, and he has seen the closest thing to a "sacred mark".

Even the city lord didn't possess this aura.

Could it be a projection of the world's will?

"Who exactly are you?" Black Mountain asked.

He wasn't asking Lynn's name, but rather Lynn's true identity.

A first-ring wizard capable of projecting the will of the world could not possibly be merely the patriarch of the Grayfeather family.

"I am Lynn," Lynn said, "the patriarch of the Gray Feather Clan, and Lin Chen's father."

He took a step forward.

The soul projection moved forward, its two gray-white eyes remaining fixed on Black Mountain.

Just as Heishan was being captured by the "soul projection" and was questioning his existence, Lin Chen quietly attacked from the side.

As he approached Black Mountain, he suddenly unleashed the rest of his battle aura, the golden aura burning into a straight line as his greatsword slashed repeatedly at Black Mountain's waist.

Heishan dodged the first sword by sidestepping, but it was too late to dodge the second sword. The black mist in front of him condensed into a shield, blocking the second sword.

The two forces, one gold and one black, collided, creating a shockwave.

"Get out of here!"

Black Mountain raised his foot and kicked Lin Chen in the chest, the black mist striking Lin Chen hard.

Lin Chen took the kick head-on, flying five or six steps away. When he landed, his feet carved two deep furrows, and he regained his footing.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth again, but the golden flames on his body not only did not go out, but burned even more fiercely.

"Father! Now!" Lin Chen roared.

Lynn has already made a move.

The beams of light from the projected soul's eyes swept toward Black Mountain's retreat, while at the same time, with a flick of its right hand, soul threads shot out like a swarm of snakes, wrapping around Black Mountain's limbs.

Black Mountain had to block the beams of light, dodge the silk threads, and guard against Lin Chen's sword.

He was in a flurry of activity; the shield formed by the black mist was pierced by the beam of light, and one of his arms was entangled by a silk thread. Lin Chen's sword was at him again.

He kicked Lin Chen away, but the threads had already tightened and were drilling into his soul.

Black Mountain groaned, and black mist exploded from his body, shattering the silk threads, but the stinging pain in his soul made his vision go black.

"You two...you deserve to die!" Black Mountain gritted his teeth.

Lynn gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The soul projection retracted, and he clasped his hands together. The grayish-white spiritual energy was compressed into a single point in his palms, like a soul bomb.

"Chen'er, step back," Lin En said.

Without saying a word, Lin Chen pushed off with his feet and retreated.

Black Mountain wanted to give chase, but the soul bomb had already been thrown.

He had no time to dodge, so he could only wrap himself up in the black mist.

The bomb exploded, and a grayish-white light engulfed Black Mountain, tearing apart the surrounding Shadow Wolves, Wraiths, and Black Mist.

Heishan was thrown into the air, tumbled twice, and crashed heavily to the ground.

When most of the black mist dissipated, his face turned pale for the first time.

He struggled to his feet, a trickle of black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Good...very good!!" Black Mountain's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"A mere brat, a mere ringleader, has managed to push me to this point."

He slowly took out a black bead from his sleeve and then infused it with his spiritual power.

The black bead was activated and began to glow with a dark red light. Its surface was covered with cracks, like an egg that was about to break.

"I've kept this Styx Pearl for twenty years and haven't been able to bear using it." Black Mountain stared at Lynn, his teeth clenching so tightly they clicked.

"Using this on you guys today is definitely worth it!"

Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.

He sensed the aura contained within the bead; it was the aura of the River Styx!

Heavy, intense, cold, carrying the scent of death and emptiness.

"Chen'er, get out of the way!" Lynn shouted and charged towards Black Mountain.

But Black Mountain had already crushed the bead.

A dark red light burst forth from the shattered bead, and the heavy aura of the River Styx pressed down on Lynn, rendering him completely immobile.

Lynn was frozen in place as a dark red light swept past him, tearing open a spatial rift.

The cracks rapidly expanded, turning into a vortex. From the depths of the vortex came the sound of the River Styx, and a chilling wind blew out from within.

"Let me send you on your way!" Black Mountain grinned maliciously, pushing the vortex toward Lynn.

Lynn had no time to dodge, nor could she possibly dodge.

The Styx River's aura was so heavy that his blood was suppressed, making him unable to move, let alone dodge.

Just as he was about to raise his soul barrier to withstand the attack, a golden figure blocked his way.

The boy rushed back at some point.

He stood in front of Lynn, his greatsword plunging into the ground, his golden battle aura exploding at full power, trying to block the vortex with his body.

"Chen'er! Run! Don't fight it!" Lynn roared.

The vortex collided with Lin Chen's solar battle aura and paused for a moment.

But the power of the Styx River was too strong; the spatial cracks continued to expand, sucking Lin Chen in.

His feet left the ground, the greatsword slipped from his hand, and his body was slowly pulled into the vortex.

"Father!" Lin Chen turned his head and reached out his hand.

Lynn tried frantically to break free of his restraints, but his body was completely immobilized.

He attempted to control the "soul projection" to deal with the Styx vortex, but the soul projection's attacks were not limitless.

He could only watch as Lin Chen was gradually pulled into it.