The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

but……

"But I hope they can find light in the darkness."

Bathed in brilliant light, the young man with the title of prophet appeared like a god.

But instead of sitting on the clouds, he chose to stay on the ground.

After reaching a peak, the light did not dim; instead, it ushered in another peak!

Because those who are watching him are not only the deceased!

At that moment, the followers in the distance felt a sense of connection and simultaneously put down their work, looking in the same direction.

"What is that...?"

"Is it the Prophet?"

"Just now... I think I heard the Prophet's voice?"

"........."

They didn't know what was happening, but they followed the impulse in their hearts and silently recited the prophet's name.

Not only in Sky City, but also in different corners of the world, many more people have felt the impact.

In lush forests, in bustling markets, in opulent castles, in solemn churches… in different places, different people recalled the face of the prophet.

For various reasons, they bowed their heads to reality, to dreams, to faith... or even to simple desires, and left behind that person.

These people thought they had forgotten that experience, but now they find that the memory has always been buried deep in their hearts.

They have never forgotten, nor have they been forgotten by the prophets.

Without hesitation, they all looked in the same direction.

They chanted the prophet's name in their hearts.

Willpower transforms into strength, ultimately converging in the same place.

All for one person!

At this moment, the light not only shone from the soul, but also erupted behind the prophet.

It even distorted reality, with light descending upon the towers of the Sky City!

The grand chants echoed in the air, almost turning this place into a divine kingdom!

"Gods..."

Even Alice, who witnessed all the changes, couldn't figure out what had happened; she couldn't even understand it.

Alice thought that Ning Feng was still far from the throne of God, and that there was still a long way to go.

But now, everything before her eyes tells her that the other party's accumulation is much deeper than she imagined.

Just one more step forward...

Just one more step forward, and the god known as the Prophet will descend upon the world.

It really was just one step away!

But amidst the sudden burst of light, Ning Feng's will remained unshaken, and even became more resolute.

He ignored all the surreal changes and kept his feet firmly planted on the ground.

Ning Feng ignored the calls and chants in his ears. He spoke softly to the girl in the crystal:

"I want to help them survive."

他 说:

"Not just because they prayed to me."

"At the same time, it's also because this is what I myself want."

Not in the name of gods.

Simply because he wanted them to live.

Then, in the reflection on the crystal, he saw a faint smile.

That was his own smile.

In Alice's silence and Ning Feng's indifference, the miracle created by mortals gradually began to return to calm.

The light emanating from him gradually faded, and the miraculous scene ceased to affect reality.

But seemingly feeling that this speed was still not enough, Ning Feng gently waved his hand forward, and then all the light vanished instantly, returning to the previous calm.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But Alice knew in her heart that something had happened.

The greatest change of our time is already unfolding before our eyes!

The man before me has chosen to place mortals above gods!

She wanted to open her eyes several times to see his face for herself, but she held back in the end.

...It's not the right time yet.

After a moment of calm, Alice quietly "looked" at Ning Feng, then suddenly laughed and said meaningfully:

"You are...so arrogant."

arrogant.

What does Alice refer to?

Is it his wish, which he mentioned, to keep his followers alive?

Or perhaps, it's a choice to abandon Ning Feng's divine position?

Ning Feng didn't care about the details and laughed easily as well:

"Arrogance? Don't you think that's bad?"

"...Ah, no, this is good."

So what if you're more arrogant than the gods?

What does his future have to do with me?

Even if the being before me possesses secrets I cannot comprehend, it is clearly more helpful than a mortal contemplating suicide.

As for the entanglements between mortals and gods, what does that have to do with me?

Regardless of which side wins in the end, no one will be able to pose a threat to me.

However, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"What an arrogant mortal he is."

The crystal fell to the ground, keeping Alice's face at the same height as Ning Feng.

"So, what brings you here today? You didn't come here to show off, did you?"

Since you've gone to such lengths to demonstrate your strength and qualifications, why not just state your purpose directly?

What is it that you seek?

"It's not about showing off; if I had to say something, it's actually about expressing gratitude."

With his hands placed in front of his chest and a slight bow, Ning Feng expressed his sincere gratitude.

"I want to express my gratitude to you; you have helped me understand many things."

"Thank you for your help. I will no longer try to kill myself."

He smiled as he looked at Alice in the crystal, a smile that was genuine and perfect, and then said:

"In addition, I would like to ask you for some help."

"A small help."

Chapter 495 Prayer

The walls of the room were covered with armor and weapons of all different styles, designs and materials, suggesting that the owner of the secret room was a collector with a passion for weapons.

The dark, unlit room seemed like nothing more than an inconspicuous storage room.

But within this very room lies an unusual, easily overlooked side.

If you look closely down, you'll find that what lies casually scattered on the ground beneath the armor and weapons are not worthless junk.

There were no vulgar and common treasures like gold and silver coins in the room; instead, all that was carelessly discarded on the ground were rare and unusual items.

The enormous fangs of an unknown animal, the tattered book with a sword mark, the magnificent blood-stained red robe... each item seems to have a unique story behind it, drawing one's gaze involuntarily.

In contrast to these, the most inconspicuous were dozens of enormous pearls.

Those pearls, each the size of a fist and shimmering with brilliant light, were actually tributes personally presented by several kings and their descendants from the southern kingdom.

Moreover, even disregarding these historical values, pearls themselves possess an extremely special power, and legend has it that they can bestow mysterious power upon those who possess them.

Each of these treasures, once it falls into the outside world, can stir up turmoil in a city or even a kingdom.

But now, they can only be piled up haphazardly as decorations, like unimportant junk, their only value being to serve as green leaves for the red flowers.

Never, ever will change.

In this unchanging, secluded room, it seems that nothing can change their status.

Click, click... crunch.

Slow footsteps sounded, an unusual noise that shattered the quiet and tranquility of the secret room.

The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and this place was no longer isolated from the world; time seemed to begin to flow again.

When outside light shone into the secret chamber, all the pearls shone with a brilliant light, even more dazzling than before.

A slightly hunched figure stepped into the luxurious space without stopping.

But from beginning to end, he never looked down at the pearls on the ground, nor did he pause for a moment because of their brilliance.

He calmly trod across the treasures on the ground, and the kind-faced old man walked toward the deepest part of the room.