Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

He paused.

The part about "the BOSS dying in the challenge to God" was left unsaid.

"BOSS..."

He just couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Dibel seemed to realize something and smiled faintly, "It's okay, forgetting the details... is normal."

Forgetting isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"And what about you? What have you forgotten?" she asked, changing the subject.

A shadow fell over Nanyang Ling's eyes, her voice low and worried: "I've forgotten... where I hid the card..."

Upon hearing this, Dibel's heart sank.

She knew what card he was talking about; it was a card more important than his life.

We went through countless hardships to get it back.

In the end, they forgot where they hid it?

Fate can really play tricks on people.

“I’m sorry,” Dibel said softly, “I…don’t know either.”

Nanyang Ling smiled and waved her hand to comfort her, saying, "It's okay. Only I know about this. I won't tell anyone else. It's normal that you don't know."

Dubel stared at his waving hand, feeling somewhat dazed and uncomfortable.

Those were ugly hands, which stood out starkly in the dim light.

He used these hands to climb scorching lava rocks, in that scorching hell, his fingers gripping the burning hot rocks time and time again, undergoing a long process of carbonization and tempering.

finally--

They evolved sharp nails.

The glint of cold light on her fingernails made Dibel very uneasy.

"Goodbye," Nanyang Ling said softly, turning and walking towards the elevator platform.

Dibel's anxiety reached its peak. She hurriedly reached out, only to grasp at empty air: "How about..."

She really wanted to say, "Let's not go," "There's danger ahead," "Let's wait for the next snow mountain."

But the words just wouldn't come out.

It's just baseless, ridiculous, and a woman's intuition.

How could you use this ridiculous intuition to stop a boy who must move forward?

The next Snow Mountain is an empty promise.

Nobody knows when the next session will be held, or how far they will go.

This may be his only chance in his life.

Using an absurd intuition, I advised him to give up the opportunity.

Is it ridiculous? It's absolutely ridiculous.

She couldn't bring herself to say it.

Nanyang Ling walked straight onto the elevator platform and headed to the waiting room on the tenth floor.

"boom--"

The elevator made a loud noise, delivering the last of the four finalists.

Luo Bai, Yi Lan, Nan Yangling, and Binai'er looked at each other in silence.

Bina was quite interested in having a chat.

It can act as a barrier to prevent players from communicating.

The four closed their eyes in resignation, not adjusting their decks, each lost in their own thoughts.

Time passed little by little.

A dozen minutes later, the AI ​​referee's announcement sounded again.

A new round of duels is about to begin.

All players, please get ready.

With a ding, the avatars and numbers on the screen began to spin rapidly, and the four people's hearts jumped into their throats.

The rotation match slowly came to a stop, and the projected names and avatars of the paired characters appeared, along with the duel room number.

Luo Bai VS Nanyang Ling.

Yilan vs. Binair.

Matching complete, the barrier removed, and a room appears on the left and right.

But strangely enough...

Luo Bai marked Nan Yangling's room with a number, unlike before.

It is a pattern, a pattern of burning flames.

Without giving it much thought, the four of them took a deep breath and headed towards the designated room.

Luo Bai and Nanyang Ling walked to the door and, without saying hello, pressed their handprints one after the other.

The iron gate slowly opened, revealing a completely dark passageway.

"What's going on?" Luo Bai frowned, a sense of unease rising within him.

Nanyang Ling frowned and cautiously followed.

The two ventured deeper and deeper into the dark passage.

Outside the snow-capped mountains, Mickey, having overheard something, suddenly widened his eyes and stammered, "They're all here..."

"You've got them all?" Shen Shen tilted his adorable bird head to the side.

The battles above the seventh level take place inside the snow mountain, which they cannot see.

Mickey has the authority to "listen," meaning he can hear certain sounds.

"Two hundred years later..."

"The suns have come together again..."

Chapter 673 The Sun (1)

"Gather...the sun?" Shen Shen was increasingly confused.

She recognizes the sun, but what does it mean to gather them all together?

Mickey's expression turned serious: "The Blazing Pattern Cards used by the previous Right God to seal the demons will open a hidden door if all of them are collected in a duel room."

"Arrived at...the end of the magma."

Shen Shen's expression turned serious, and he asked with some worry, "What's at the end...?"

The hidden room in the underworld.

It doesn't sound like a good place.

"Probably, it's a demon," Mickey sighed softly.

He seemed to hear a treacherous, cold laugh, and his brows furrowed, showing some irritation.

He doesn't want anyone to reach the top.

But what he wanted was to design his own checkpoints or guards to stop people, rather than using some unpleasant methods.

He never imagined that someone would actually collect all the Blazing Pattern Cards he casually tossed aside at the crater.

Luo Bai and Nanyang Ling walked slowly through the dark passage. All around was silent, except for the faint sound of their footsteps and the occasional echo of their footsteps hitting the walls. The passage stretched on endlessly, and the air was filled with a hot and stuffy atmosphere.

"What kind of hellhole is this?" Luo Bai looked around and muttered to himself, "It's pitch black."

The only way forward could be seen was by the faint light from the supercomputing ring.

“The sun…” Nanyang Ling murmured absentmindedly. Sensing something, her eyes suddenly widened and she quickened her pace.

In the darkness, he walked faster and faster.

It's as if there's a lighthouse ahead; even if you can't see anything around you, you can still walk with such determination and courage.

"Hey! Hey!" Luo Bai called out several times, quickly catching up, "Don't get lost!"

According to the rules of the snow mountain, the elevator cannot be activated without a duel.

If the opponent gets lost, he too will be stopped at the tenth floor when the time is up.

Fortunately, Nanyang Ling's intuition was right.

Before long, a faint light appeared in front of them, and the light gradually revealed a blurry outline.

It was a stone door, covered with ancient patterns and squares, each square having a groove about the size of a magic card.

"This is..." Luo Bai frowned, feeling that the patterns on it were somewhat familiar. He raised his hand and gently touched the patterns, and a faint warmth came from his fingertips.

Then, remembering something, he took out a card with burning patterns on the back and compared it with the patterns on the stone door in the dim light. He was shocked: "It really is this thing!"

"A hidden door?"

He murmured in confusion, his voice tinged with unease.

The stone gate was very large, two or three meters wide and high. Only a corner could be seen with the light from the supercomputing ring. The scorching card in his hand could not fill the squares; there was still a large gap.

Nanyang Ling looked solemn, his head slightly lowered, lost in thought.

After a while, he carefully took out dozens of heat-reflecting cards from the supercomputing ring.

Under the faint blue glow, my fingertips trembled slightly.

Luo Bai was completely dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "Dude, are you here to collect stamps?"

In his shocked gaze.