The night was like a piece of felt soaked in ink, pressing heavily over Spirit City.
Huangdou Most of the lights in the other courtyard were extinguished, leaving only a broken lamp in the corner of the courtyard, which was blown around by the wind.
Chen Jieqi stood in the shadow of the lamp, turning the copper key on his fingertips, and the tooth grooves scraped against his fingertips, making a rustling sound.
There is light outside the wall, but it is not moonlight. Moonlight has no temperature.
The light was extremely light, like a layer of melted gold foil, flowing down from the wall, turning half of the blue brick wall into a warm white.
Sheng Hui's mane exploded deep in his consciousness, "She rolled in."
Chen Jieqi didn't move.
Wearing a long palace dress, her long hair glowed with light gold in the night, she was cold and lonely, without even the slightest hint of Xue Qinghe's gentleness.
She landed in the center of the courtyard, and when her toes touched the ground, a faint circle of holy light swayed from the soles of her boots, like the joy of a migratory bird returning to its nest. Only in the Spirit Hall could she be herself.
Chen Jieqi looked at her,
"Sister Xue'er?"
The voice was filled with joy that he didn't even know he had.
Qian Renxue raised his eyes, his golden pupils were astonishingly bright, like two polished ambers.
"Xiao Qi." she said,
"You finally came to Spirit City to participate in the finals."
This is the showdown, not all, but enough.
Chen Jieqi put the copper key into Soul Tool and wiped his palms on his trouser legs to wipe away the layer of sweat.
"That's natural. I have said that I want to see Angel God Statue's solemnity and see what I yearn for."
Sheng Hui's voice appeared at an inappropriate time, "Shame on you!"
She took two steps forward, so close that he could smell her scent, and then looked around him.
I couldn't tell whether I was happy or something else, I just nodded,
"Follow me." She turned and walked towards the wall.
"Take you to a place where someone has been waiting for you for many years."
Worship Hall is a side room with a secret room.
It's not a study or a bedroom, it's a darkroom that existed when Spirit Hall was built.
The walls are made of a single piece of white jade rock, and are covered with angel reliefs.
The relief is not a decoration, it is a seal. There is a very light golden Soul Power flowing in the lines of each wing.
In the center of the secret room, there are no tables or chairs, only a stone platform half a person's height.
There is nothing on the stone platform except for a shallow groove shaped like a feather.
Qian Renxue stood in front of the stone platform, with her back to Chen Jieqi. She raised her hand, and the angel mark between her eyebrows flickered, dotting the edge of the stone platform.
"Buzz--"
The whole secret room lit up.
The angel relief on the wall seemed to come to life, with its wings spread out and its golden eyes drooping.
Countless rays of light peeled off the wall, like dandelions blown by the wind, converging and rotating in the air, forming a huge light curtain.
Chen Jieqi The mark between the eyebrows beats violently, like the heart being clenched by an invisible hand.
In the light curtain, a picture appeared.
It's not a clear image, it's fragments, like a broken mirror being forcibly put together.
Three figures stood side by side, standing in the endless void.
The one on the left is completely white, with six wings spread out. It's Angel God.
The one in the middle was wrapped in platinum-gold light, and its face couldn't be seen clearly, but its aura was exactly the same as Heart of the Naaru.
The figure on the right is the vaguest, holding a trident, and it is Sea God.
Opposite them is a mass.
It's not a living thing, it's not energy, it's a pure darkness that is devouring everything.
It has no shape, but it emits the sound of hundreds of millions of creatures screaming at the same time.
The picture was silent, but Chen Jieqi's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
The three figures raised their hands at the same time, and the three forces converged and crashed into the darkness.
The darkness was torn to pieces, not destroyed, but torn into countless pieces and dispersed into the void.
The largest pieces were chased and purified by the golden light, but there were always some that were too small and too broken, and escaped into the cracks in time and space.
The screen changes again.
God of Light slowly raised his hand, and in his palm lay a small golden token.
It is shaped like a feather, and its surface is engraved with the same white-gold runes as those on Stone Gate.
He handed the feather to the angel god, who took it with both hands and put it into the groove of a stone platform.
God of Light's figure began to fragment.
Instead of dissipating, it shattered into countless tiny fragments of holy light, each one like a miniature star, scattered into the void.
The largest piece among them, wrapped in a very light golden halo, fell into the cracks of time and space.
On the other side of the crack, you can vaguely see the night sky of Sunset Forest, and a streak of lightning falling.
The screen is broken.
The light curtain went out. The secret room fell into darkness again, leaving only the faint residual warmth on the stone platform.
Chen Jieqi stood there, his forehead covered with sweat.
He looked at his hands, and his palms were shaking, not because of fear, but because of resonance.
The fragment that fell into the crack is Heart of the Naaru.
Qian Renxue took out something from his arms.
The palm-sized golden feathers are engraved with white-gold runes on the surface and fit perfectly into the grooves on the stone platform.
It is exactly the same as the one in the light curtain that God of Light handed to Angel God just now.
"Grandpa said, this is the inheritance token of the Angel Clan."
Qian Renxue's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
"But I have felt since I was a child that it is waiting for someone.
It's not me, it's not Grandpa, it's another person who can make it light up."
She handed over the feather.
Chen Jieqi didn't answer immediately. He looked at the feather and the runes on it for a long time.
Then he stretched out his hand and the moment his fingertips touched the feather...
"Boom!"
Naaru Brand As if being ignited, white-gold light spurted out from the center of his eyebrows and collided with the runes on the feathers.
The angel reliefs on the four walls of the secret room opened their eyes at the same time, the golden light shone brightly, and the whole carriage trembled slightly.
Qian Renxue was shocked and took half a step back. The figure of Chen Jieqi, wrapped in white light, was reflected in his golden eyes.
She saw the mark on his eyebrows deforming and extending, like an awakened flower or an eye that was opening.
After three breaths, the light went out.
The feather lay quietly in the palm of Chen Jieqi. The runes dimmed, but the warmth remained, like a piece of jade that had been warmed.
"It's the key." Chen Jieqi said. It was not a question, but a statement.
"I know." Qian Renxue looked at him.
Qian Renxue nodded, she took the feather back from Chen Jieqi's palm and put it back in her arms.
"I can't give it to you yet." she said,
"After the finals, if you want, I will take you to see grandpa. He will tell you the rest."
"What if you don't want to?"
Qian Renxue turned and walked towards the door, facing away from him.
The palace dress looks like a dying fire in the dark.
"Then let's wait for the next feather."
She stopped at the door, put her hand on the doorknob, and turned her face sideways.
"Chen Jieqi," she said,
"Don't die. I've been waiting for a long time and I don't want to wait any longer."
The door opened and closed again. Dead silence returned to the secret room.
Chen Jieqi stood in front of the stone platform, the warmth of feathers still lingering in his palms.
He looked down at his hand, looking at the faint white mark, as if it had been burned by something.
In Soul Ring, the voice of Sheng Hui is very soft, as if coming from a far away place:
"When she said 'wait', she didn't mean waiting for the key."
Chen Jieqi didn't answer. He turned around, pushed the door open and went out.
At the same moment, Pope's Palace is deep inside.
Bibi Dong stood in front of the window, as if his whole body was melting into black shadow.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Angel God Statue, which had just lit up for a moment.
It was only for a moment, shorter than the blink of an eye, but she saw it.
The golden lines at the feet of the statue turned into white gold at that moment, as if being ignited by another beam of light.
She put down the wine glass in her hand, and the bottom of the glass made a crisp sound on the table.
"Have you started..." she whispered.
Darkness spread from beneath her feet, licking the ground like a living thing.
Shrek station, edge.
Tang San Open your eyes.
Eight Spider Lances is vibrating violently under the skin, not excitement, but rejection.
He felt two clean lights intersecting somewhere in the city, purer and older than Angel God Statue, like two beams of light that were not supposed to meet and were forcibly twisted together.
His body subconsciously resisted, and a dark red flashed through his eyes.
He didn't know what it was.
But instinct told him that that thing, or those two people, had to be smashed.
He looked down at his hands and saw that the veins on the back of his hands were more bulging than he expected.