The "game" had made it very clear: this ancient Historian's [Qi-Observing Dharma Eye] and [Heavenly Fire] were bound together.
To use [Heavenly Fire], he would have to accept the ancient Historian's [Qi-Observing Dharma Eye] fragment.
But the game would not take responsibility for the safety of materials from outside the game.
The game could not guarantee his safety if he used the [Ancient Historian]'s [Qi-Observing Dharma Eye]. It was beyond the game's control, an unpredictable future. The game had handled that well, stating it outright.
The question now was:
Take it.
Or leave it?
Lin Feng sank into deep thought.
Hong Ni watched the sticky corpse on the ground turn to ashes before her eyes.
There was no wind. The heap of ashes simply settled and vanished.
An ancient Historian whom the "Mother of Heaven" had devoted countless efforts to, anchoring him across innumerable stretches of history, disappeared just like that.
His heart had been put away. It was the only thing he left in this world.
As for the [Qi-Observing Dharma Eye] fragment, Lin Feng could not see it.
It seemed to exist only in the game's account.
Not in the real world.
After some thought, Lin Feng made up his mind.
He kicked "Fangshi Xu," who opened his eyes. Once his body had left the pit, it had begun aging at a visible rate.
There was no "longevity substance" here. Even counting only the time he had spent in the pit, at least several hundred years had passed for him.
Time inside the pit differed from time outside.
But it was still linear.
Otherwise, with time in chaos, the "Mother of Heaven" could never have "emerged from her cocoon as a butterfly."
Its point of connection, however, was not bound by time.
In other words, black light could