You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Chapter 32 Glimpse, Bait

Fang Xing sat on the ground, the gravel digging into his back and causing him sharp pain.

Fang Xing's gaze fell on the two people in front of him.

Han Ya stood two steps in front of him, her left arm hanging down, but she did not back down, using her entire body to block him.

Fan Tong stood next to her, still muttering to himself.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through the ruins.

The wind stirred Han Ya's loose hair and Fan Tong's collar, which was already soaked with sweat.

As Fang Xing watched their retreating figures, he suddenly felt something stuck in his throat.

He and Han Ya haven't known each other for very long; it's only been a few days since they arrived from Gray Skeleton Star.

Fan Tong Thompson, who was cursing him an hour and a half ago for having his brain stuffed with apple pie, was now standing in front of him.

Both of them were fifth-tier ability users. Those shadowy figures couldn't even damage Fang Xing, who was at the sixth tier, so there was no way they could stop them.

But they still bumped into him, standing in front of him when Fang Xing could no longer stand up.

Fang Xing moved his hand slightly, as he was thinking about a question.

If he can't stand up now, what can he do? He's used up all his powers, his gauntlets are broken, and his chest hurts so much it feels like several bones are shattered.

He can't even stand up.

Is he now confined to lying down?

The two people in front of him were the last ones to stand between him and death.

And all he can do now is watch them from behind?

He tightened his grip, his knuckles leaving shallow scratches on the gravel.

Fang Xing tried desperately to stand up, even though his injuries made him tremble with pain.

He gritted his teeth, a suppressed groan escaping his throat, his arms bracing against the sharp, gravelly ground, exerting force again and again, only to be repeatedly overwhelmed by the tearing pain.

Fan Tong's mutterings had changed tone; they were no longer his usual complaints and grumbles, but only dry, tense breathing.

At this moment, all the helplessness, despair, and resentment in Fang Xing's heart exploded.

He should have been the one protecting others, but now they are dying in his place.

He cannot fall.

Extremely pure, with an obsessive and even fanatical dedication to protection, it broke free from the shackles of the physical body, pierced through the dust and smoke of the ruins, crossed layers of void barriers, and crashed straight into the deepest and most silent end of the starry sea.

Billions of light-years away, amber crystal walls stretching across countless star sectors stand silently.

The guardian star god Kripper, who only knows how to tirelessly build walls to protect the world, descended with a glance that transcends dimensions.

A wisp of warm, profound amber-gold light, carrying the will to endure through eternity, pierced through the river of imaginary numbers and fell silently upon this ravaged land, landing precisely on Fang Xing, who was covered in wounds but whose obsession remained undiminished.

Fang Xing felt as if he had arrived in the depths of the universe, and he immediately saw that towering figure.

But he didn't recognize who it was.

Just then, an ancient and deep Daoist voice resounded directly into the depths of Fang Xing's soul.

There are no elaborate divine pronouncements, no grand sacred words, only the timeless truth of preserving destiny, as solid as rock and as steadfast as the starry sea…

"Stand firm, preserve, protect life."

A warm and powerful golden energy flowed down his limbs and bones, instantly soothing the excruciating pain that was tearing his flesh apart.

The shattered bones no longer stung, and the depleted meridians were filled with gentle imaginary energy. The body, which had been so difficult to even move its fingertips, was suddenly lifted up by an indestructible force.

Fang Xing suddenly pushed himself up.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and golden light broke through the dawn.

He staggered but stood up firmly, his swaying body regaining its strength. A vast and steady power surged within his once empty and depleted body.

Han Ya's tense body suddenly stiffened, and she subconsciously turned around.

Fan Tong's dry breathing suddenly stopped, and he looked at the boy who had stood up behind him with a look of astonishment.

In the utter silence, Fang Xing stood still, surrounded by a soft amber light.

He was no longer the wounded soldier who could only fall to the ground in a sorry state, helpless and at a loss...

With his gaze withdrawn, Cripper returned to his eternal wall-building silence, no longer concerned with worldly affairs.

Fang Xing stood on the pile of rubble, amber light slowly flowing around him.

Han Ya looked at him, her lips moving slightly.

"...What happened to you just now?"

Fang Xing didn't speak, but simply took a step forward.

He stood in front of Han Ya and Fan Tong.

"Step back."

Without hesitation, Han Ya pulled Fan Tong back a few steps.

Fan Tong was pulled backward, but his eyes remained fixed on Fang Xing's back.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end only managed to squeeze out one sentence.

"Oh God, he has changed."

The black figure at the very front stopped about three steps in front of Fang Xing.

Then it raised its hand, a black hand formed from condensed mist, and grabbed at Fang Xing's face.

Fang Xing raised his right hand and held it in front of him.

The black figure's hand landed on his palm, producing a dull thud.

Amber light flashed across Fang Xing's palm.

The black figure's body began to crack outwards from the point of contact.

He shattered...

The fragments fell onto the gravelly ground, turning into fine black mist that slowly dissipated into the gray light of the sky.

The remaining three black figures stopped at the same time.

The three black figures stood for a moment, then, as if they had lost the power to maintain their form, they began to blur from the edges, spreading and fading like ink drops into water, and finally completely dissipated into the crack.

Fan Tong slowly approached from behind and tentatively reached out to poke Fang Xing's shoulder.

"Friend...are you alright?"

Fang Xing turned his head and glanced at him.

"good."

Fan Tong withdrew his hand and took a deep breath.

"I just saw golden light, God, golden light! You're glowing! Are you possessed by something?"

Fang Xing remained silent for a moment.

"...It's not possession."

"What is that?"

Fang Xing did not answer.

That gaze, that voice, that phrase "Stand firm, preserve, protect life."

All he knew was that it was something that looked older and larger than anything he knew, and that it had seen him somewhere he didn't know, and then... responded.

……

Lu Feng also sensed it, and he looked in that direction.

"System, this is... data protection?"

[right]

"Who is this guy, so arrogant?"

[you guess]

"...I hate riddle tellers."

Having received a response from the system, Lu Feng looked away.

His mind was already racing.

If someone was glanced at by the guardian, then they should now have the guardian's aura lingering on them.

If Huanlong were still watching this planet, she would have noticed.

For someone to catch Cripper's eye on a planet where he practices destruction—such an event should be enough to pique her interest...