An old acquaintance, a wind blowing from the past.

Are all things of the same origin and power?

What does this mean?

That is to say...

Does this mean that all power in the world originates from the same source?

The powers known to the world include those of the Polluted, monsters, human beings with supernatural abilities, and the recently discovered "toy creatures." Song Cen means... their powers all originate from the same source?

Putting aside the mysterious monsters and the unknown "toy creatures," could it be that the power of the Polluted kill humans, and the humans who slaughter the Polluted in order to protect themselves, also originates from the same source?

Humanity's power originates from the Blood Moon, a fact that humanity never questions. It is a gift from the gods, a miracle uniquely bestowed upon humankind. In addition, the Moon Tree and the recently appeared mysterious shopping mall are also examples of this.

What did Song Cen mean by his message?

Does this mean... does this mean the Polluted ' power also originate from them?

If that's the case, are the three miracles that humanity is grateful for truly gifts from God?

Or was it a poisoned bait thrown down by a high and mighty evil god, who wanted to watch the battles among mortals?

Inside the lab, everyone was drenched in sweat.

They couldn't fathom it.

Three hundred years ago, there was someone who also couldn't see through it.

Three hundred years later, Song Cen accidentally entered a toy cat and touched an energy ball. The forbidden energy instantly engulfed him.

His consciousness was torn apart, as if it had turned into formless water, flowing uncontrollably into a colorful and complex fantasy world.

His consciousness drifted, and he actually sensed a trace of the essence of power within it.

All things share the same source and power.

He was terrified, shocked, and bewildered, trying to decipher the mystery, but he couldn't understand it at all.

The power distorted the surrounding space and time, and he floated within it, unaware of the passage of time.

When he finally managed to pull himself back from the brink of consciousness, he opened his eyes to find himself withered and gray-haired.

Even as the rotten wood withers and dies, he still cannot fathom its depths.

The only solution is to inscribe his discovery into the testing beads.

boom--

A clap of thunder seemed to tear a hole in the Sky, and the rain that had been brewing for days finally began to fall.

Chapter 142 The Wind Blowing from the Past by an Old Friend.

An energy magnetic field spread out, and special sand particles floated in the air, carrying a dying wish from three hundred years ago. In the small research room, the high- Ability Control Bureau felt icy cold, yet sweat poured out incessantly.

All things share a common origin and power.

It was just eight words, without any magical effects, yet it shook people's minds, and in a daze, malicious thoughts grew uncontrollably.

"No, we can't assume that!"

A voice rang out, resounding and firm. The old man, with a compassionate look in his eyes, suddenly spoke, his face unusually serious.

The crowd awoke with a start, realizing that their thoughts had been steered in a very dangerous direction; they were actually questioning the existence they had believed in for three hundred years!

Zhu Yi's gaze swept over everyone, and he said seriously, "Leaving aside whether this message from three hundred years ago has been verified or not, even if the message is true and reliable, interpretation is still a problem. Remember, a small error can lead to a huge discrepancy; we must not jump to conclusions!"

The crowd remained silent, understanding the implication, but the implications of those eight words were too terrifying, leaving them unable to control themselves.

How could Zhu Yi not understand everyone's thoughts? Even he was almost swallowed up by those eight words, and some bad speculations arose in his mind.

He looked up at the fine sand above, stared for a long time, sighed, and then his tone softened. "I have something to discuss with you all."

Everyone looked at him, waiting for him to speak. Zhu Yi said, "As you all know, Ms. Xiao Pei from our General Bureau broke through during her ' Writer ' mission in City S, becoming the first S-Rank superhuman in human history. After returning to the Bureau from City A, she talked to the Bureau about something."

"What did she say?" one impatient person couldn't help but ask.

Zhu Yi looked at him and emphasized, "She said that after she advanced to S-Rank, she sometimes felt a faint, invisible bond connecting her to some kind of being, something that seemed to exist but wasn't, something that appeared and disappeared."

Everyone was startled. Could "something" refer to...?

They all looked up, their gazes seemingly piercing through the ceiling and reaching towards the Sky above.

Could it be...?

Zhu Yi gently shook his head. "She doesn't know, she doesn't know what the other side is, she can't fathom it. But..."

He changed his tone.

"But?" Shi Tao couldn't help but ask.

Zhu Yi looked at everyone, a glimmer of light seemingly gathering in his eyes, his compassion deepening. He said gently, "She said she could feel a gentle breeze, like a mountain wind, coming from beyond the illusion."

Silence.

In the silence, Zhu Yi spoke, his voice gentle yet solemn. "..."

"Humanity has revered the Blood Moon for three hundred years; we must not lose our reverence due to hasty and presumptuous interpretations."

This is a warning.

The room fell silent, and everyone's expressions changed, becoming solemn.

Zhu Yi's gaze swept over everyone, and he sighed, "Summon Wu Zhe back. He's broken through; let him talk about his feelings after advancing to S-Rank."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Some people went out to contact Wu Zhe in the mall, as Elder Zhu had suggested. The rest of the people stayed indoors, silently gazing at the fine sand overhead, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a few grains of sand moved. In this research room, which is used specifically for analyzing and detecting beads, there was a box on the table containing special fine sand used for analyzing and detecting beads. The special fine sand inside suddenly moved. Affected by the magnetic field, it floated up from the box, slowly rising into the air, dancing lightly like thin gauze, flowing into the air.

The researcher who was casting the energy field immediately noticed it. He let out a soft "Eh," which drew the attention of the others. As his gaze pointed, everyone saw the fine sand floating up, slowly gathering and recombining in the air to form characters.

"This is...?"

The researchers exclaimed in disbelief, "Mr. Song's test bead wasn't fully analyzed; there was even a message inside!"

Everyone was startled, and they all involuntarily held their breath, staring intently at the sky.

Like fine sand and thin gauze, it floated gracefully, eventually transforming into text that formed a sentence. Because the message function of the detection bead was limited, this line of text was smaller and looser than before.

The hero, who lived three hundred years ago, left behind more than one last message; one of them said—

"Ye Yanran's insistence is not wrong; there are still Polluted in this world..."

Shi Tao read the message aloud, his brow furrowing deeply. Because that was the only part. Whether it was a limitation of the detection bead's message-writing function that prevented the rest from being preserved over the centuries, or whether it was never preserved at all, in any case, they had lost the most crucial message: there were Polluted in this world... or what?

Shi Tao stared at the broken end of the sentence for a long time, until his eyes were dry, but he didn't see the fine sand continue to evolve into words and finish the message.

It seems this really is the final message.

Shi Tao felt deeply disappointed and had no choice but to avert his gaze, discussing with the others, "Who is Ye Yanran?"

He voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind.

No one can answer this question for him.

"Could it be one of the unnamed heroes from that Disaster Day battle three hundred years ago?" some speculated. But it was just speculation; across hundreds of years, too many things have vanished into history.

The catastrophe three hundred years ago dealt a severe blow to human civilization, with countless civilizations disappearing. Take the Ability Control Bureau, for example. Its predecessor was the Special Events Office, but due to the disaster, it basically only retained the name. All the precious records from before the Disaster Day were lost, creating a gap in its history.

A group of high-ranking officials discussed the message. Because it lacked the most important information, it didn't seem as frightening as the previous one. However, because of this omission, there were many possible interpretations, and since there was no supporting evidence, none of them could be considered a conclusion.

Bang bang.

Someone knocked on the research lab door. The door opened, Wu Zhe, the newly appointed S-Rank ability user, appeared in the doorway. He had arrived.

Everyone fell silent without prior agreement.

In the silence, Zhu Yi, the Ability Control Bureau Headquarters, spoke up, "Please come in."

Wu Zhe entered the research room.

The door closed.

The secret was also sealed.

That day, a group of high-ranking officials from the Ability Control Bureau spent a long time discussing things in this research room. What they discussed was unknown to outsiders, as the content of their discussion was sealed in the Ability Control Bureau's top-secret documents.

City A has entered its rainy season, and terrifying torrential rain is washing over the city. At first glance, it looks like the Sky has a huge, dark funnel-like hole.

The heavy rain did not stop the Polluted incident, and the Ability Control Bureau's executives had to carry out their mission in the rain.

An urgent report was delivered to City A amidst a torrential downpour and thunder. Shortly afterward, Zhu Yi and a group of officers from the General Bureau hurriedly left the City A Branch Bureau in the rainy night.

Headquarters reports: [The monster, the Ghost Mother, has appeared.]

The monster Ghost Mother, who disappeared a century ago, has reappeared. She briefly appeared in City M before disappearing into the depths of the Watch Mountain Range surrounding City M.

City M is situated in a basin, surrounded by mountains. A continuous mountain range encircles the city, presenting a natural protective posture, hence the name Watch Mountain Range.

A month ago, a number of citizens went missing in the Watch Mountain Range. Xiao Pei, the captain of the Ability Control Bureau, led trainee Ming Xia into the Watch Mountain Range to investigate the situation, and they have not returned since.

A thunderclap exploded in the sky above City A.

City A seemed about to be submerged by a torrential rain, but deep beneath the city, unknown to anyone, an underground palace hollowed out the entire city's foundation. The palace was empty, with only a throne made of black mud standing tall.

At this moment, the monster ' World Destroyer ' sat on the throne, beneath which floated iron cages. Inside the cages, grotesque creatures of deformed size slept, each retaining some human characteristics; they were the Polluted.

Whoosh--