The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

He became quite sensitive.

During the Dark Ages, negative emotions reached their peak; every second felt like countless souls were howling and cursing in his ears…

That was the world's lament.

In the first few centuries after the Dark Ages ended, positive emotions gradually gained the upper hand, eventually squeezing out negative emotions.

Joy, happiness, and emotion... these feelings pulled him back from the brink of despair, enabling him to persevere.

But no matter how dazzling the light, the shadow will never disappear.

As humanity's development reached its zenith, darkness also lurked in shadowy corners.

The brighter the light, the easier it is for shadows to hide beneath it.

Positive and negative, eventually tending towards balance.

For a thousand years, he has been chewing on loneliness in the shadows and fighting against these emotions.

This is a silent battlefield, a struggle of the self, a thorny path seeking redemption, where one wrong step could send him tumbling into the abyss.

Ning Feng persevered.

He did not succumb to this dark world; instead, he became darkness itself.

He was both a participant and an observer, experiencing this time from a unique perspective.

In particular, witnessing one's own growth.

What surprised Ling Ningfeng the most was that watching himself grow up little by little gave him a particularly special feeling.

He was like a ghost, watching over every choice he made, seeing his own expression from someone else's perspective.

Moreover, at this moment, Ning Feng finally understood the true nature of the system that had only confused him but was actually useless...

It was him.

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Outsiders couldn't hear his voice, but he was an exception; at that time, "Ning Feng" was able to receive Ning Feng's messages.

I opened it.

My future self will give my past self a boost!

Are you scared?

This discovery was a rare source of enjoyment for Ning Feng during this long period of time.

However, aside from providing the bare minimum of assistance, Ning Feng did not offer any further help, nor did he attempt to interfere with the development of the situation.

He offered no real help unless absolutely necessary.

After all, although it is nominally the "future", it is the "past" for him now.

More often than not, his existence was merely a "qualification" for what his past self could do.

In other words, Ning Feng actually had the right to speak with anyone on an equal footing from the very beginning, but he just didn't know it at the time.

In the process of playing with himself, Ning Feng felt as if he were reading a biography that was exclusively his own.

In that manor chamber filled with flesh and blood, beside that church by the sea, on the island of the ascendants, in that abyss burning with flames... he has always been there.

He looked at himself in the story as if he were looking in a mirror.

The reflection in the mirror was so unfamiliar to me.

Then, the effects appeared.

Ning Feng was influenced by his past self.

His heart, frozen in his resistance to time, slowly began to change.

Even if Ning Feng tries his best to stay true to himself, changes are inevitable after a thousand years, although they haven't reached a point where they are noticeable.

The distortion that has appeared in my soul has made me significantly different from my original self.

After reviewing his life from a third-person perspective, the distorted parts of Ning Feng's soul began to correct themselves.

When Mengran looked back a thousand years later, his past self seemed so unfamiliar.

We've gone so far that we've forgotten why we started in the first place.

In the beginning, Ning Feng was conflicted and confused, and he was afraid of death.

But the more he grows up and the more he gets involved with others, the greater the pressure he faces.

But he didn't hesitate; on the contrary, he hesitated less and less.

Despite the immense pressure, he did not break down; instead, his spirit grew stronger with each setback.

If we are destined to walk towards death, then what do we have to worry about?

Then let's race headlong towards death.

Holding onto such extreme ideas, outsiders could not see his confusion at all; what appeared to others was a calm existence that could be described as madness.

There was a sentence Ning Feng had never told anyone; he kept it deep in the heart.

Even if we ultimately fail to reach the other side of victory, we will still leave our own mark along the way.

that's enough.

No matter how optimistic he appears on the outside, he is always a pessimistic person on the inside.

Use madness to mask inner hesitation, and use the desire for death to fight against the fear of failure.

He strode forward.

Heading towards death!

……

……

Every journey has an end.

And now, this lonely journey is finally coming to an end.

"We've finally reached the last step."

Following his intuition, Ning Feng returned to the City of Watch once again.

And this was the moment when the tranquility of the City of Watch was ruthlessly shattered, and the four saints occupied the sky and launched an attack on Alice.

The saints are no match for Alice... unless the gods intervene.

At this moment, she had become a stargazer, her strength constantly waning under the torment of divine power...

She might not die, but she will definitely be injured.

"...It's time to end this."

It's time to wake up from this dream.

Thus, after a thousand years of silence, the Watchers' prophets once again reached out to the world.

He intervened.

Having understood everything, Ning Feng severed his own hand and threw it into their battle.

The final gap has been filled.

Chapter 532 Long Time No See

The wound on my wrist was clean, but no blood was flowing out.

Compared to a vibrant life, Ning Feng at this moment was like a lifeless ghost.

But when the hand leaves his wrist and appears in the sight of the saints, it suddenly transforms from illusion into reality.

Its appearance filled the void left by the "Hand of God".

At this point, everything on the battlefield was exactly the same as Ning Feng remembered.

The artifact that Ariana regarded as the "Hand of God" was not originally brought by the saints; their purpose was to serve as a vessel for divine consciousness.

Ning Feng, however, represents the fourth force that emerged after the gods intervened.

"what is this?"

"There are other people!?"

"Wait, what is this!"

"A sacred body? Which deity's?"

No one answered the saints, and Alice was stunned the moment the palm pierced through her body.

The hand appears to be composed of pure energy and has not caused any harm.

She didn't recognize the owner of the hand; she only felt a sense of unfamiliarity, yet also a feeling that seemed strangely familiar...

Whose?

Why do I feel nostalgic?

Even in the midst of a life-or-death battle, she was still lost in confusion, constantly pondering this unfamiliar feeling.

who is it?

Whose hand is this?

Who exactly is it?

The feelings that surfaced in her heart made her feel wronged and even vulnerable.

Before she could figure out an answer, the changes triggered by the palm had already fully erupted, and the power that burst forth from it engulfed everything.

Saints, divine thoughts, Alice, Sky City... everything that exists here is enveloped within a huge golden sphere of light.

Amidst the sudden upheaval and storm, Ning Feng recalled Ariana's question:

What do you think this hand represents in terms of divine authority?

Ahh...