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Chapter 135 The Candle-Bearer's Transformation, The Final Judgment of Eternal Night!! (25 Chapters in 2 Words, Requesting Monthly Tickets~)

"What if? I mean what if."

"If I could talk to your older sister, what should I be careful about?"

6: am.

On her way home, Jiang Wei looked much better, and after a good night's sleep, she felt refreshed.

Listening to Fang Qingyu's words, he tilted his head and pondered for a moment.

After their two collaborations yesterday, their relationship has improved considerably.

Even if we don't say they were childhood sweethearts or inseparable friends, they can at least get along as normal teammates and friends.

"My sister doesn't like listening to nonsense, that's about it."

"However, you will not be able to contact your elder sister. No one knows where she is."

"Oh, what I meant by 'if' was just a hypothetical situation."

Fang Qingyu listened and nodded nonchalantly.

Previously, in order to verify whether Zhulong was alive.

I used several kinds of garbage sources and bothered the other party several times, which made them angry.

This time it has been upgraded to a pilgrimage.

We need to find a way to reverse this impression.

After all, the other party was personally verified by Nuba to be not an alien god.

Then we'll have to take good care of the trump card, the Candle-Bearing Walker.

arrive home.

Fang Qingyu yawned and said something to Jiang Wei.

"I'm going to sleep now. You can watch TV, play games, sleep, or whatever you want, it's up to you."

His voice was heavy with weariness, but deep in his eyes was a hint of barely suppressed anticipation.

He returned to his room and locked the door behind him.

It isolated it from everything outside.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the city at dawn coming from outside the window.

Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the bed and took a deep breath.

He then opened the box and picked up a life bead that emitted a faint white light.

Without the slightest hesitation, he put the life-giving pearl into his mouth.

A cool, slightly stinging energy flow instantly spread from his mouth, down his throat, and rapidly spread to his limbs and bones, finally flowing into the depths of his mind like a gentle stream.

The experience points on the panel jump slowly at a steady pace.

Fang Qingyu's mind was as still as water, free from distractions, and he guided this pure spiritual energy to cleanse and nourish his sea of ​​consciousness.

One by one, the life beads in the box turned into dust, making a soft "pop" sound like shattering glass, and then vanished without a trace.
Each absorption made Fang Qingyu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness more refined and expansive.

The progress bar, representing your career level, is advancing at an unprecedented speed.

When the last life bead was used.

When the life bead from the large, microscopic-level life ghost hunted yesterday, emitting a faint blue glow, was completely absorbed.

Om-!
A silent roar seemed to echo in my mind!

A new notification popped up on the panel.

Congratulations! Your "Candle Walker" class has reached level 2 (0/400)

In that instant, Fang Qingyu's consciousness was abruptly pulled from reality by an irresistible force.
The familiar bedroom scene was no longer before my eyes.
Instead, it was instantly filled with a dazzling array of lights and colors.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a rapidly spinning kaleidoscope, or as if he had been swept into the most turbulent part of the river of time.

Day and night are frantically alternating before my eyes!
The daylight was so dazzling that it almost burned the soul.

The curtain of night fell again in an instant, so deep it seemed to swallow everything.

Mountains and rivers twist and deform beneath my feet; the world changes in the blink of an eye. I feel as insignificant as a speck of dust, helplessly tumbling and sinking in this irrational torrent of time.

This intense, mind-numbing sense of temporal disorientation lasted for an unknown period of time—perhaps only a moment, or perhaps thousands of years.

Finally, the frenzied stream of light abruptly stopped!
All the noise, change, and tension suddenly disappeared.

Fang Qingyu's consciousness was deeply "grounded".

Before me lay that familiar, ancient, desolate dark void.

Beneath my feet was a cold, hard rocky ground.

Ahead, there was still that ancient, rough, huge stone table that seemed to be one with the earth.

Behind the stone table, there was still that lonely stone chair.

And on the stone chair, that figure still sat upright.

The woman, wearing a twelve-tasseled black jade crown and a magnificent robe that seemed to be woven from the deepest night, exuded an aura as vast and boundless as the cosmos, yet as silent and aloof as ancient ice.

Candle Dragon!

Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; thankfully, the other party wasn't so angry as to refuse to see him.

So he wanted to speak up and say something according to Jiang Wei's "strategy".

But at this moment, Fang Qingyu realized that the awe and the overwhelming sense of oppression that permeated every aspect of his being, stemming from the very essence of his being, were like the heaviest shackles, firmly imprisoning his body and soul!

He couldn't even move a single finger!

My throat felt completely welded shut, and I couldn't make a sound!
Only his eyes could still move slightly.

have to.
It seems there's no chance to speak.

They could only focus their attention on women.

The jade tassels hanging from the crown swayed slightly, emitting a hazy and mysterious halo, completely obscuring the face on the stone chair. Only a blurry yet perfect jawline and unfathomable eyes that seemed to contain endless time could be seen.

However, this time is different from the last.

Last time, Zhulong simply leaned lazily against the stone chair, as if looking down at a speck of dust.

This time, just as Fang Qingyu's consciousness "landed" and he saw her clearly...

The candle dragon moved.

She slowly stood up from the cold stone chair.

The entire dark void seemed to tremble slightly as she stood up!
Fang Qingyu could only watch helplessly as that indescribable figure walked silently towards him, step by step, across the cold, rocky ground.

The hem of her magnificent robes brushed the ground, as if carrying the rhythm of crushed stars.

The jade tassels of the crown gently collided, producing a clear and melodious sound, like the echo of the long river of time.

Fang Qingyu didn't even see how the other person walked up to him; it was as if it was just a fleeting thought, and the figure was already within arm's reach!
An indescribable, cool, and subtle fragrance, seemingly originating from the source of life, entered his senses.

Then, a flawless, jade-white hand emerged from the wide sleeve.

The hand had slender, long fingers, with a touch of coolness that seemed to freeze time and space. Ignoring all of Fang Qingyu's emotions, it gently touched his brow!

Om-!
Fang Qingyu felt a cold, vast, and infinitely profound torrent of information, like a burst dam of a galaxy, instantly breaching all the defenses of his consciousness and forcefully pouring into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness!
Excruciating pain! A throbbing pain! A tearing sensation as if my soul is about to burst!
Countless incomprehensible runes, images, and fragments of insight surged forth, collided, and merged.
He didn't even have time to experience any benefits from the initiation; he only heard a clear, cold female voice.

"Please take good care of her for me."

Immediately afterwards, consciousness was completely plunged into a dark vortex by the impact of this torrent.

……

"call--!"

Fang Qingyu suddenly sat up in bed!

Every time I meet this big shot, I can't get used to the process of my consciousness switching back and forth.

It gives you a sense of disorientation, as if you've been transported to another world.

But at least he's back.

Fang Qingyu immediately looked at the diagram in front of him.

If I remember correctly, before leaving, Zhulong gave himself a huge gift!
really.

When we turn to the page about the candle-bearer.

Two more skills have been added!
One of them is a skill that you naturally gain after being promoted to a pilgrimage agent.

【Core Skill 2: Shadow Candle Warp - Eternal Night Flow Lv.1 (0/200)】

[Shadow Candle Leap - Eternal Night Flow: Instantly detonates the liquid black flames covering the user, transforming into a shadow candle that ignores obstacles for a short-range, high-speed displacement (movement speed +200%), leaving behind a scorching candle shadow with a brief disruptive effect at the original location or destination.]

So it really is a core skill.

Fang Qingyu's brows relaxed.

Moreover, this is a movement skill, which is quite coveted by believers.

But it's not over yet.

Generally, advancing to a higher level will only result in the development of one more skill.

And there is a second one on the map.

【Core Skill 3: Eternal Night Judgment Lv.1 (0/200)】

[Eternal Night's Final Judgment: Drawing out 50 meters of darkness, the weapon is bound with corrosive power and liquid black flames, leaving an extremely dark wound capable of annihilating all things.]

Is this considered a finishing move?!
Fang Qingyu's idea was roughly the same as the one he used to slash at Lady Jiuyou in the underground palace.

However, the darkness that gathered from the surroundings at that time.

Very few.

Now you can directly concentrate 50 meters of darkness onto your body.

Fang Qingyu was really looking forward to the power of this skill.

But as I pondered it, I suddenly felt something was amiss.

Currently, after the Eternal Night Curtain is upgraded to level 2, its radius has increased from 10 meters to 50 meters.

The effect of the Eternal Night's Final Judgment was just right.

It seems like Zhulong knew he possessed the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity skill before granting him this ability!

What if I don't have a weapon, or my weapon isn't good enough?
But the thought only went through a moment.

Fang Qingyu then put this question out of his mind.

That's not important; the fact is that our trump cards have become much stronger.

That's enough.

Moreover, the other party's last sentence clearly indicated that he knew Jiang Wei was by his side.

It's normal to be able to see things clearly on your own body.

It seems that Zhulong is actually quite easy to get along with.

When the other person is in a good mood.

Fang Qingyu put the box aside. He had finished what he needed to do and it was time to rest.

Five p.m.

Fang Qingyu slept for a full nine hours before waking up.

This is the longest I've ever slept since I started practicing martial arts.

He was full of energy.

After a quick wash, I greeted Jiang Wei, who was already curled up on the living room sofa watching cartoons.

Fang Qingyu then led her back into the still tense and busy building of the Bureau of Justice.

The sorrow and chaos of last night are no longer visible in the 28th-floor lounge area.

Although the atmosphere remains somber, order has been restored.

Duan Ling stood in the center, rapidly issuing instructions.

She changed into a clean combat uniform, the tear stains and dirt on her face washed away. Although there were dark circles under her eyes and her eyes revealed an undisguised exhaustion, that almost numb sorrow had been replaced by a cold, efficient focus.

"The fluctuation of the Fate Ghost in Zone C7 has been confirmed. Its intensity is at the micro level. Chang Kun will lead the team to eliminate it immediately."

“Residual fluctuations were detected in the underground pipe network of Zone D2. The intensity was low, but the area was wide, suspected to be remnants of the ‘shadow rat’ swarm. Zhuo Jun, you take the ninth and tenth reserve teams to clean up.”

"Ye Jia, Fang Wan, you two cooperate with the logistics team to send the corpses of the dead ghosts we recovered yesterday to the 9th basement level for proper handling."

"Fang Qingyu." Duan Ling turned her gaze to him as he walked in, her tone calm and even, as if the woman who had collapsed last night had never existed. "Return to the team and be on standby. Be ready to support high-threat areas or respond to emergencies at any time."

Her voice was clear, steady, and articulate, and every instruction was precise and accurate.

The emotions she lost control of last night were locked deep inside her heart. At this moment, she was the deputy captain of the third squad, a cog in Qingjian City's defense system, and she had to operate efficiently.

She didn't look Fang Qingyu in the eye, but quickly finished giving instructions and returned to her office.

Fang Qingyu nodded silently, without saying anything more.

He could sense the suppressed aura emanating from Duan Ling, like a volcano about to erupt, but she chose to seal it away with responsibility.

This is good.

For the next two days, Qingjian City seemed to fall into a strange state of alternating calm and busyness.

The massive force field covering half the city in the west still exists, like a Damocles' sword hanging overhead, affecting the nerves of everyone who knows about it.

Beneath this "calm," the Bureau of Sanctuary is using all its resources to frantically clean up the other half of the district.

Fang Qingyu, like a tireless fighting machine, traversed every corner of the city under Duan Ling's precise command.

No longer confined to a fixed area, but acting as a sharp dagger, it is deployed wherever a thorny threat arises that needs to be resolved quickly.

In the abandoned factory workshop, Fang Qingyu transformed into black lightning, flashing among the rusty mechanical wreckage. The Dragon Sparrow Slash, carrying fierce lightning, cleaved the lurking "Rust Weaver," which resembled a metal spider, in two.

Deep within the dark sewers, a perfect cycle of qi and blood unfolded, and liquid black flames, like a living tide, silently devoured swarms of foul-smelling "filthy maggots."

On the rooftop of a residential building late at night, Fang Qingyu confronts a "Light Hunter" that can distort light. In the end, with all the surrounding lights off, the poor hunter is toyed with and killed.

Every strike is a highly efficient hunt.

Each battle adds a new record to the [Destiny Ghost Chart].

[Illustrated Catalogue: Swamp Worm (Entry-Level)]

[Illustrated Catalogue: Shadow Mouse (Chrysalis Level)]

[Illustration Included: Rust Weaver (Transcendent Level)]

[Illustrated description: Filthy Maggots (Resonant-level Social Formation)]

[Illustrated Guide: Phantom Hunter (Beyond Mortal Level)]

[Illustrated Guide: The Howling Banshee (Subtle Level)]

[Illustrated Catalogue: Ground Beetle (Microscopic Level)]

Two days of non-stop, high-intensity fighting and cleaning.

Late the next night, Fang Qingyu single-handedly slew down a "tunnel ripper" that resembled a giant centipede, which was entrenched deep within an abandoned subway tunnel, and carefully collected its life-giving pearl.

It brought to mind the mental map.

A deep blue light unfolded in his consciousness, and the newly added illustrations of the Fate Demons shone brightly.

From small, gregarious ghosts at the Echo level to troublesome, microscopic elites, they come in a wide variety of types and have distinct characteristics.

[Current skill points: 16]

"That's enough, really."

Fang Qingyu looked at his balance, and the intense battles of the past two days made him breathe a sigh of relief.

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