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Chapter 271 Rescuing Lingling's Father, The Gate of the Sanctuary

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The holy sword's light suddenly intensified, and the red demon's body couldn't even withstand the purification of the holy power for three seconds before it was completely reduced to ashes.

The instant it dissipated, seven scarlet souls shot out like meteors, tracing eerie paths in mid-air.

Wang Feng's gaze sharpened as he recognized the faces of several of the souls—Lu Nian, Leng Jue, and Yu Ang.

"That's... Dad!" Lingling suddenly clutched Wang Feng's clothes tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Wang Feng is my dad!"

Her trembling finger pointed to one of the slightly dim souls.

Wang Feng frowned, and with a wave of his hand, his holy power transformed into golden chains, capturing all seven souls.

With a light tap of his fingertip, a pure holy light entered Qin Zhan's soul, instantly melting away the crimson demonic aura that clung to it like ice and snow.

Qin Zhan's soul gradually regained its clarity. He looked around blankly, and his gaze finally landed on Lingling, who was crying her eyes out: "Are you... Lingling?" His voice was as faint as a whisper in the wind.

"Dad!" Lingling's voice choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face.

"Sweetie, don't cry." Qin Zhan looked at his daughter tenderly, habitually raising his hand to wipe away her tears, but his illusory fingers passed straight through Lingling's face.

He paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand with a wry smile and turned to Wang Feng solemnly, saying, "You're the one who took down the Red Devil, right? Thank you."

"It's my duty," Wang Feng said, shaking his head slightly.

At this moment, Wang Yuemingjian stepped forward, his aged voice pleading, "Wang Feng, could you please awaken Yi Qiu's soul?"

Wang Feng nodded, and once again gathered holy power at his fingertips, a golden light entering one of the souls within.

However, as the first generation of the Red Demon, Yi Qiu's soul had already been completely corrupted and assimilated. Even with Wang Feng's holy power, he could only barely awaken a trace of his remaining consciousness.

Wangyue Mingjian was already content.

He approached the blurry ghostly figure with trembling hands, and softly recounted the bits and pieces of the past years.

The surrounding hunters stared in shock at the power Wang Feng displayed. Several older hunters exchanged glances, their eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

This extraordinary magical ability exists in only two places in the world—the Holy City and the Parthenon.

About five minutes later, Wang Feng sighed softly, "Although I know you still have a lot to say, time is up."

Lingling and Wangyue Mingjian both looked up at Wang Feng, puzzled.

"Their souls were only able to survive because of the power of the Crimson Demon, but now..." Wang Feng pointed to the souls that were beginning to turn transparent.
"If this continues, their souls will completely dissipate, and may be absorbed by the underworld or other smaller worlds."

"Then...do you have a way?" Lingling grabbed Wang Feng's arm urgently, her eyes full of pleading. "Or can you?"

She hesitated, but her meaning was clear—she knew that Wang Feng possessed the Parthenon soul and had mastered the resurrection technique.

Wang Feng slowly shook his head.

The most basic requirement for the resurrection technique is to have a complete body as a vessel, but the Cold Hunter King has been dead for a long time and his remains no longer exist.

Even using the power of the Eye of Time to rewind time, it would be an impossible task to completely restore a body.

Of course, there are other options—such as turning Qin Zhan into an undead.

But if that happened, he would no longer be the Qin Zhan he once was.

Looking at Lingling's instantly dimmed eyes, Wangyue Mingjian gently patted her shoulder: "Child, being able to say goodbye like this is already a great fortune."

The old man turned to the gradually transparent souls, a look of relief appearing in his cloudy eyes. "Yes, Lingling, don't be sad for me," the soul of Cold Hunter King Qin Zhan said gently. "I am already very content to see you one last time. Remember to say goodbye to your sister for me."

Lingling nodded vigorously, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and turned to Wang Feng: "So, what should we do next?"

"Watch me now," Wang Feng said with a slight smile. "Although I can't bring him back to life, I can still send my father-in-law to paradise."

"Wait, father-in-law?" Qin Zhan's soul visibly trembled, revealing a look of astonishment.

"The doors of the sanctuary open!"

A massive soul shadow suddenly appeared behind Wang Feng, its pure holy power rippling outwards like waves.

A phantom portal radiating a soft light slowly opened in the air, revealing auspicious clouds swirling within and celestial music playing softly.

"This...this is...the Holy Temple!" Wangyue Mingjian's eyes widened, so shocked that he was incoherent.

The Sanctuary, a small plane established by the first lord of the Holy City, has long since become a paradise beyond the underworld after more than two thousand years of development.

Originally intended only to protect the souls of forbidden spellcasters from being tainted by the dark plane, it has now become the ultimate destination that all holy city mages dream of.

(Note: The Sanctuary appears in the original work, but it is mentioned by Michael, so it is uncertain whether it is the afterlife. This is a secondary interpretation.)
Lingling gazed up at the portal where holy light flowed, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She knew this was the best place for her father to rest.

Qin Zhan's soul gradually solidified in the holy light. He gazed at the sacred door, then at his daughter and Wang Feng, his eyes filled with joy and blessings.

As a gentle breeze swept by, his figure slowly drifted towards the gates of the sanctuary, eventually merging into that eternal light.

Wang Feng raised his hand and waved, and holy light, like silk, swept up the souls of Yi Qiu and You Lai, gently sending them into the gates of the sanctuary.

The two wisps of souls gradually unfolded in the holy light, and the fierce aura between their brows dissipated.

As for the remaining souls, Wang Feng's left hand rippled with shadow energy, and dark shadow power coiled around them like chains, sealing them all into the shadow dimension.

These souls will wait there until Medusa's mother, Alice, inherits the throne of the Evil Saint King, becoming her aid in the succession of her Evil Saint King status.

The doors of the sanctuary slowly closed, the last ray of holy light dissipated into the air, and the hall returned to silence.

Wang Feng's gaze, sharp as lightning, slowly swept over the whispering hunters in the hall. Wherever his gaze fell, everyone unconsciously held their breath.

"Gentlemen," Wang Feng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable power, "I hope you will regard what you have seen and heard tonight as a dream."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hunters present immediately understood.

"Definitely, definitely!" A middle-aged hunter was the first to react, rubbing his eyes as if to say, "Huh? How did I get here? Shouldn't I be sleeping?"

"Oh dear!" Another old hunter exaggeratedly slapped his forehead. "Didn't I come here to use the restroom? How did I end up here out of nowhere?"

In the blink of an eye, these experienced hunters came up with all sorts of lame excuses. Some claimed to be sleepwalking, some pretended to have amnesia, and others kept saying they wanted to see a doctor for auditory hallucinations.

In no time at all, the people in the hall had all disappeared.

"Wang Feng, will I ever see my dad again?" Lingling asked.

Wang Feng smiled and patted Lingling's head.

"There's a chance."

(End of this chapter)