Mad Doctor No. 9

Nangong Yue's voice emanated from the silver pillar of light: "Offer the bloodline of the Nangong clan to awaken the God-Slaying Spear! Get back here!"

A silver spear burst from the ground, piercing the messenger's chest! The messenger's golden blood splattered all over the ground, each drop incredibly heavy, creating a large crater.

"Damn it...damn it..." The messenger's body began to collapse, and the Pope regained consciousness for a short while, a relieved smile on his face.

"Boom—!" A deafening roar resounded.

The divine messenger's figure vanished.

The vortex in the sky closed, the eclipse ended, and the sun shone down again.

We won.

But the cost is also very high.

Wang Tian struggled to climb toward the entrance.

Qin Yuwei and Zhang Qingyun helped him up.

In the basement, Nangong Yue lay down in front of a sophisticated instrument, with a silver spear stuck in the middle of it.

Then, she turned into specks of light and disappeared.

Wang Tian's eyes were bloodshot: "Senior Nangong!"

Nangong Yue weakly opened her eyes, looked at Wang Tian, ​​and smiled slightly. "Wang Tian, ​​you must remember, there is more than one divine messenger. The protection must not cease."

Her body completely disappeared, leaving only a piece of starlight stone.

Qin Yuwei choked back tears and said, "Master..."

Zhang Qingyun calmly picked up the starstone and handed it to Wang Tian.

Wang Tian held the stone in his hand, feeling the residual warmth on it.

Yet another person sacrificed themselves to protect this world.

They came out of the pyramid.

The battlefield outside was in chaos, but the survivors were cheering – the members of the Eternal Life Society were routed because of the death of the messenger of God; some fled, and some surrendered.

Nightingale was being carried by the medical team; her chest was bandaged, but she was still alive.

When she saw Wang Tian, ​​she gave him a thumbs up with some difficulty.

Lin Wei was directing the treatment of the wounded.

Elder Chi Jiu lost an arm, and Celestial Master Zhang Xuanling was seriously injured and unconscious, but both of them survived.

They survived the ordeal, but no one celebrated.

Everyone looked at the pyramids and then thought about those who never left them.

Three days later, at a camp in the desert.

Wang Tian said, "Senior Nangong is gone, Zero is dead, and many brothers have also sacrificed their lives."

After a moment of silence, Elder Xu said, "The Eternal Life Society still has remnants that need to be eliminated. In addition... in seven ruins around the world, energy fluctuations have been detected that have not completely dissipated. Senior Nangong is absolutely right; there is more than one divine messenger, and they may reappear."

Wang Tian nodded.

"That's why the Guardians Alliance can't disband. We have to survive, we have to keep protecting."

He looked into the distance: "The peace that Senior Nangong, Zero, and countless other sacrifices bought with their lives cannot be wasted like this."

"Master, where are we going now?" Qin Yuwei stepped forward.

Wang Tian pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go to Jiangnan City first. Everyone needs to rest. After that... there's still a lot to do."

Nightingale, sitting on the stretcher, said, "I can assure you that the Security Bureau will fully assist the Alliance. In addition, I found some things in the Eternal Life Society's database. The truth about Tianmen may be much more complicated than we imagined."

Wang Tian said gently, "Let's talk about it after you've recovered."

As the sun sets, the desert turns golden.

Wang Tian stood atop a sand dune, gazing at this land that had witnessed life-and-death battles, and murmured to himself.

He carefully kept the Starstone that Nangong Yue had left him and the chip that Zero had given him before he died.

What's inside? And what is the nightingale talking about?

He had no answer.

But he knew that as long as the crisis persisted, his efforts to protect would not cease.

Perhaps one day, humanity will be able to truly control its own destiny without those sacrifices.

Until that day comes.

He will continue to fight.

For those who have passed away.

For the living.

For those who have not yet been born.

Guardians, never back down.

Three months later.

Postgraduate student of Jiangnan University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Jiangnan University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Jiangnan City.

"I heard a transfer student has arrived?"

"Probably. I heard that an old professor got in through connections."

"Tch, people still use back channels these days? This is one of the top majors in the country."

A murmur of discussion arose in the classroom.

Today is the first day of school.

Wang Tian, ​​wearing a faded T-shirt and carrying a worn-out backpack, sat quietly in the last row.

That's right, he "came back" to read books.

Old Xu offered a suggestion: "Although the Eternal Life Society has been severely weakened, its influence still remains. You need a decent identity to disguise yourself. Besides, you're only in your early twenties; you should live like a young person."

After a moment's thought, Wang Tian agreed.

Several years of continuous fighting had left him exhausted.

What's more, Qin Yuwei was admitted to the graduate program here, and the two became teacher and student.

As soon as the door opened, a professor in his fifties, wearing thick glasses and a designer tracksuit, walked into the classroom.

"Dear students, I am Professor Li, your advisor for this semester." The professor adjusted his glasses and introduced, "This is our new student, Zhao Zixuan, who has returned from studying in the United States."

Zhao Zixuan raised his head, glanced at the classroom, and looked at it with disdain.

When he saw Wang Tian sitting in the back row, he immediately frowned. This kid was dressed too shabbily.

"Hello, I'm an undergraduate student at Johns Hopkins University, majoring in rehabilitation medicine, which is Western medicine," Zhao Zixuan said in fluent English. "I believe that many theories of traditional Chinese medicine are outdated, so I came back this time to reform traditional Chinese medicine using modern scientific methods."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Professor Li also looked frustrated, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Zixuan continued, "My father is the chairman of Kanghua Pharmaceutical Group, and this time he donated five million yuan to the school for research funding. So, Professor Li agreed to let me take charge of a project to use electromyography and motion capture technology to prove whether the sensation of qi at acupuncture points is a psychological or physiological response."

As he spoke, he looked towards the back row.

Are you interested?

The students all raised their hands.

Zhao Zixuan carefully selected three stylish girls who all seemed to come from well-off families.

Suddenly, he pointed at Wang Tian and said, "The one in white. You look strong; you'd be a good test subject."

Soft laughter came from the classroom.

Wang Tian looks stronger than the average student; this is the result of years of training.

"Okay." Wang Tian nodded calmly.

After one class, Qin Yuwei approached Wang Tian, ​​angrily saying, "Teacher, that Zhao Zixuan is too arrogant! I think he's just a good-for-nothing! How could you agree to it?"

Wang Tian smiled and said, "Besides, I also want to see how modern technology studies traditional Chinese medicine."

Qin Yuwei was still indignant: "His research is flawed! 'Deqi' is a sensory exchange between the doctor and the patient; it cannot be measured by electrical signals!"