The Marvelous Use of Fenghuang Down, Heading to Mingdu

After watching Na'er leave, Mo Yuan finally let out a heavy breath. Then, without caring that he was still in the sea, he plopped down on the spot.

"Phew... As expected of an old geezer who's lived for so many years. He really is hard to deal with..."

Mo Yuan shook his head and sighed.

Had he not wanted to keep Na'er here?

Of course he had, but that was all it could be—just a wish.

Leaving aside Na'er's own wishes, she was ultimately merely a newly born personality. There was no way she could defeat the original personality.

The Dragon God's Claw that Di Tian had kept hidden alone was already more than enough trouble.

Still, it wasn't as if he had accomplished nothing.

What had ultimately merged into Na'er's body was naturally the mimicked Key of Consciousness—Fenghuang Down.

And it was the Second Rated Power—Multiple Manifestation.

Fenghuang Down's Second Rated Power could construct a pure-white isolated mental domain, duplicate multiple consciousness avatars, seal a target's mind, strip away personalities, and create pure combat spiritual puppets.

It sounded complicated, but in short, it separated personalities.

With it, Na'er's personality could exist independently, ensuring that the Silver Dragon King absolutely could not devour her by any means.

At first, its effect would manifest as the Silver Dragon King gradually discovering that Na'er's influence over the body was weakening.

That was something the Silver Dragon King would be happy to see.

And even if the Silver Dragon King realized what was happening later, she would already be powerless.

Unless she had the resolve to annihilate all her own memories and spiritual power, she could only pinch her nose and coexist with Na'er.

In any case, accomplishing this much was already the best result Mo Yuan could secure.

As for anything more, he could only take things one step at a time.

But looking at the devastation all around him, Mo Yuan began to feel a headache coming on.

He definitely couldn't just leave it alone. Nature's ability to recover in a short period was limited. With destruction on such a massive scale, it certainly wouldn't be restored anytime soon.

Not to mention the sheer amount of dark power brought by Di Tian's dragon breath lingering in the air, along with the Decay Power he had released himself.

"Honestly, I should've had Di Tian clean this place up before leaving."

What a miscalculation...

Forget it. He would do it himself and have enough to eat.

Mo Yuan picked up the Abyss Flower nearby and began chanting the prayer again.

"I am the blackness heading for hell. I am the whiteness from heaven. Abyss Flower, Second Rated Power—Holy Lance Reversal!"

As the chant rang out, Mo Yuan's Soul Power was instantly converted into Genesis Power by the Abyss Flower. It rapidly neutralized all the destructive energy in the surrounding environment while repairing the damage caused by the dark power and Decay Power.

After confirming that everything had been restored without any abnormalities, Mo Yuan put away the Abyss Flower and walked over to the metal pillar.

He reached out and pulled it free. The Soul Tool barrier isolating the area from outside detection vanished with it.

Mo Yuan looked at the metal rod in his hand, now covered in cracks, and felt increasingly heartbroken.

After all, he usually crafted Soul Tools himself. He had no idea how much money this Level-9 Soul Tool had cost him, and a single battle had reduced it to scrap.

Unwilling to waste anything, Mo Yuan squeezed hard and extracted the rare metals inside.

"Next time I get the chance, I'll have to extort some Life Gold from Di Tian. Otherwise, my losses will have been for nothing..."

The next day, while Mo Yuan was still sleeping in, his bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

"Xiao Yuan! This is bad!" Mo Qingfeng anxiously shook Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan rubbed his bleary eyes and sat up in bed.

The battle last night had drained too much of his energy, so he had slept in for once.

"What happened?"

Mo Qingfeng rattled off, "Na'er is gone! Didn't you go out with her yesterday? Don't tell me you didn't come back together?"

Although Mo Qingfeng and Lin Zhiwei had waited until very late without seeing either of them return, they knew Mo Yuan was a fairly mature person and weren't too worried. They had simply gone to rest themselves.

"Na'er? She left," Mo Yuan said calmly.

"Left?"

"Yeah. She recovered her memories, and her family happened to find her as well, so she left with them."

"She recovered her memories? That's good news." Mo Qingfeng nodded, but then his expression turned melancholy. "But... she didn't even say goodbye to us?"

"It's not as if you'll never see her again. She couldn't bear to part with you either; she just didn't want to face another farewell. I'll bring her back to see you when I get the chance. Wouldn't that do?"

"That's good, that's good..."

Mo Qingfeng sighed in relief. Only then did he notice how unusual his son looked. "Xiao Yuan, why do you look so tired today?"

"I was busy for so long last night. How could I not be tired?" Mo Yuan yawned.

"All right, then. Dad won't disturb you anymore. Get some proper rest."

After saying that, Mo Qingfeng left and closed the door behind him.

Mo Qingfeng had left, but Mo Yuan, who had been woken up, no longer felt sleepy at all.

"Honestly, what a mess..."

Mo Yuan muttered to himself before walking over to his workbench. A blueprint lay on it, covered densely with designs, formulas, and data.

He checked the blueprint again. After confirming that everything was in order, he put it into his Storage Soul Tool.

The success of his trip to Mingdu depended on this thing. There absolutely couldn't be any mistakes.

That's right. Mo Yuan's purpose in heading to Mingdu this time wasn't merely to complete the Level-9 Soul Engineer examination.

Or rather, compared with the blueprint in his hands, the examination was merely something he would complete along the way.

"The first step toward changing the Federation starts here."

Mo Yuan opened the curtains and tidied up the somewhat messy workbench. He then straightened the bed, which was in complete disarray.

He probably wouldn't be coming back for a long time.

When he opened the door, Mo Qingfeng and Lin Zhiwei were still eating breakfast.

After hearing the answer from Mo Qingfeng, Lin Zhiwei was no longer anxious either.

Seeing Mo Yuan suddenly come out, she asked with concern, "Xiao Yuan, aren't you going to sleep a little longer?"

Mo Yuan shook his head. "No. I've already booked a ticket for today's Soul Tool train. I'm leaving for Mingdu this morning. As for the academy, Dad, please take care of things for me."

"All right. Be careful on the way." Mo Qingfeng said nothing more.

He knew that his child had grown up. He was no longer a fledgling that needed to be restrained by his parents.

The Mo Yuan of today was already someone who could spread his wings, soar freely, and battle the heavens.

"I understand."

"Oh, right." Mo Yuan's hand rested on the doorknob. He turned his head and said, "Dad, haven't you always wanted a Mecha of your own? I left a gift for you two. It's in the academy's abandoned warehouse. The instruction manual is on the bedside table in my room. Go get it yourselves."

With that, he opened the door and walked away without looking back.

Hearing the door slam shut, Mo Qingfeng and Lin Zhiwei exchanged a smile.

"That boy... he really is thoughtful..."