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

The first thing to surge forth was the annihilating power of ultimate nothingness.

An endless void of darkness instantly filled the entire sea of ​​consciousness; all light and shadow, all memories, all order, all existence were frantically dissolving and obliterating.

The moment the Black Swan's spiritual tentacles made contact, most of them were instantly dissolved, and even her ability to perceive memories was rapidly disintegrating.

Before she could recover from the suffocating emptiness, an even more violent and explosive force of destruction erupted.

Shatter, tear apart, annihilate, overturn.

Endless, blazing white flames surged and raged, an extremely domineering destructive authority swept across the entire spiritual realm, carrying a violent will to destroy everything and shatter all things, fiercely colliding with the spiritual consciousness invaded by the black swan.

The dual top-tier destinies simultaneously backfired.

Nothingness eroded her abilities, destruction shattered her spirit.

Two diametrically opposed yet equally terrifying forces intertwined, forming an unsolvable storm of terror that locked down the Black Swan's invading consciousness.

"puff!"

Without any resistance, the Black Swan's body stiffened abruptly, and her gentle and composed face turned ashen.

The faint smile that had been on his face vanished completely, replaced by extreme pain and horror. His eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils trembled violently.

She felt as if her mind was being torn apart and crushed by two peerless blades at the same time.

The black swan felt like it was dying.

The void dissolves her original source of memory, and destruction shatters her mental barriers.

The backlash from the two top-tier destinies washed over her consciousness layer by layer, leaving her no chance to sever the connection or retreat.

The excruciating pain surged back to the body through the mental connection, penetrating deep into the bone marrow and invading the soul.

The black swan trembled slightly, a piercing pain shooting through its fingertips, and its previously elegant and composed demeanor completely crumbled.

She wanted to immediately withdraw her fingers, break the contact, and escape, but the two terrifying forces held her mind firmly, giving her no chance to break free.

She had initially thought the young man before her was merely a stronger Destruction Path cultivator, never expecting that he possessed both the Void and Destruction Paths simultaneously, and both at least at the Commander level...

This terrifying foundation is far beyond what even some of the legitimate envoys of the Star Gods could match, let alone the group of visitors from Pinocchio.

Peeping into the memories of such an existence is not about uncovering secrets; it's pure suicide...

A mere second can feel like an eternity to a black swan.

Endless darkness and crimson destruction raged wildly in her consciousness, countless shattered and terrifying images flashing by.

Galaxy collapses, stars vanish, order shatters, everything returns to nothingness...

With another muffled thud, Black Swan could no longer hold back. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and a mouthful of blood, both metallic and sweet, surged up, which she forcefully forced back down.

His face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his breathing became disordered and weak. His once bright and deep eyes were now filled with fear and lingering dread.

It wasn't until Lu Feng's mind stirred slightly and he voluntarily withdrew a trace of the backlash power that the terrifying shackles binding her mind loosened a little.

Seizing this only opportunity, the black swan pulled its finger back with all its might, staggered back several steps, and slammed its back against the railing behind it before barely managing to steady itself.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently, and her whole body was trembling slightly. The curiosity and probing in her eyes when she looked at Lu Feng were gone, replaced by utter horror and fear.

Lu Feng remained standing quietly in place, his expression calm and his eyes undisturbed, showing no change whatsoever from beginning to end.

The backlash from the double force just now was nothing more than a casual touch that triggered his instinctive defense; it was barely a scratch.

He looked at the pale-faced, still-shaken Black Swan.

"It's not a good habit to snoop into other people's memories. If you do it again, the consequences won't be as simple as just the backlash."

Lu Feng's calm words fell lightly, yet they struck the Black Swan's heart like a heavy hammer.

At this moment, she dared not have the slightest thought of testing the waters. Her whole body was still being pierced by a crazy, chaotic pain. The void darkness and destructive flames remaining in her sea of ​​consciousness lingered, and every breath brought excruciating pain from the depths of her soul.

Simultaneously controlling the two ultimate destinies of nothingness and destruction, her instinctive defense nearly tore apart her original essence of memory. If she stayed any longer, no one knew if the other party would truly harbor murderous intent.

The black swan dared not linger, and did not even dare to look at Lu Feng again.

She forced down the metallic taste rising in her throat, barely concealed the pallor on her face, and managed a stiff, forced apologetic smile, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I was presumptuous... I won't do it again."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't dare to linger and turned around to leave quickly with slightly hurried steps.

Her usual elegant and languid demeanor, her composed steps, were completely gone. At this moment, all she wanted was to escape this place that made her soul tremble.

Only after completely leaving the pedestrian street, bypassing several corridors, and confirming that Lu Feng had not followed, did Black Swan lean against a secluded wall, let out a long breath, and slump down slightly as if all her strength had been drained.

Cold sweat soaked her temples and the back of her long dress was also damp with a thin layer of sweat. The mental backlash from that brief second had almost drained most of her mental strength.

"Nothingness...overlapping with destruction..."

The black swan murmured softly, its eyes filled with disbelief and lingering fear.

"It feels somewhat familiar, but I can't quite place where I've seen it before..."

the other side.

Lu Feng stood there, watching the black swan flee in a panic, its back view showing its disheveled departure, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

I never expected to run into Sister Chu Shou while just strolling around town.

As a person who remembers, one is naturally greedy for other people's secrets, and is also ridiculously bold.

She was almost mentally ruined by the backlash just now, but judging from her appearance, her curiosity is probably still intact.

He had originally planned to continue strolling around, but now he felt that following this woman and watching the excitement seemed much more interesting than observing the unchanging dreamlike scenery.

Anyway, he had nothing better to do, and he could enter Pinocchio's dream whenever he wanted, so it wouldn't make a difference if he didn't take a little longer.

With a thought, Lu Feng suppressed the aura of nothingness and destruction emanating from his body, instantly reducing his presence to the minimum, like an invisible shadow, silently following behind the black swan.

He kept a respectful distance, neither too close nor too far, and the black swan remained completely unaware that she had been secretly followed.

Following along, Lu Feng watched as the Black Swan found a secluded, deserted guest room, pushed open the door, and went inside to heal and recuperate.

Inside the guest room, the Black Swan sat cross-legged, raised her hand to mobilize the power of the Memory Provider, and slowly repaired the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness that had been torn apart by the power of the dual destinies.

The repair process was incredibly agonizing. The remaining darkness and nothingness in her sea of ​​consciousness constantly eroded her mental fragments, while the lingering flames of destruction repeatedly scorched her consciousness. With each step of repair, she had to endure excruciating pain.

After resting for nearly an hour, her disordered breathing finally calmed down, and her injuries were mostly healed, leaving only a slight mental aftereffect.

Even so, her intense curiosity did not subside; instead, it grew even stronger.

A sense of familiarity from within, coupled with the fact that the opponent held two top-tier destiny paths, meant that instinctive defense could easily overwhelm this veteran memory user.

This unique memory is the most precious treasure that all those who cherish memories dream of.

"I must have been too rash just now... I was caught off guard and suffered the backlash."

The black swan whispered to itself, trying to find reasons to comfort itself.