The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The anticipated scene of everything being annihilated did not occur.

The wisp of gray mist, upon contact with the wound, did not bring destruction; instead, it reversed the course of the injury.

Everything is retracing its steps in a direction that never happened.

The gushing blood stopped flowing.

Then, they found their own way and flowed back into the ruptured blood vessels.

The shattered organs and tissues wriggled and reorganized under the gray fog; broken ribs made faint sounds as they returned to their original positions and reconnected; and pierced muscle fibers healed one by one.

In just a few breaths.

The two bloody holes in Li Yan's chest and abdomen have completely disappeared.

His skin returned to its original bronze color, smooth and even, without the slightest trace of injury.

The other wounds on his body, pierced by bone spurs, were also gradually erased from existence.

That imposing body became whole again.

But An Changqing and Long Ao saw it clearly.

Li Yan's breathing remained weak.

The aura that had decayed after burning the source of life did not recover in the slightest.

He merely repaired the container.

However, the container was not replenished with the fuel that had burned out.

Having done all this, the gray mist figure indifferently withdrew its hand.

He treated this miraculous act of bringing the dead back to life as if a craftsman were repairing an ordinary tool.

His figure began to fade, his outline became blurred, and he slowly walked into the black coffin.

The oppressive force that silenced all things and froze heaven and earth also rapidly dissipated as He sank.

The wind began to flow through the valley again.

The demons who were prostrate on the ground stopped trembling.

Fear still lingered in their bloodshot eyes, but the absolute sense of submission that originated from the depths of their blood had vanished.

thump.

The coffin lid closed with a soft click.

The bone demon thought he had survived a calamity, only to find that the damned gray mist had climbed back up to his ankle.

"No……"

His voice was like a horn signaling the start of a battle; after one blast, all the demons became part of the gray mist.

The battlefield returned to deathly silence.

The next second, the black coffin instantly transformed into the eye of the storm.

The gray mist stopped dispersing and began to converge madly on a single point in front of the coffin.

Ultimately, it solidified into the shape of Chen Guan.

He staggered, his face as pale as paper.

He barely managed to steady himself by bracing himself against the cold coffin with one hand, breathing heavily.

"Chen's coffin!"

"How are you?"

An Changqing and Long Ao's voices rang out simultaneously, filled with the relief of surviving a calamity. Seeing familiar faces appear and withdraw their supernatural powers, they naturally felt much more at ease.

Chen Guan did not respond immediately. On the one hand, he was a little dizzy and wanted to speak but lacked the strength. The chattering system in his ears was already very noisy, and the huge barrage in front of him was also distracting him.

[Is that from the coffin? How did the person in the coffin become a faceless man?]

What is that? Is that God?

God... I can't think of any other word to describe Him.

[Two demon generals were instantly killed; what level of power is that?]

So what Chen Guan was carrying all along was... a sleeping god?

Why did the coffin disappear after the god in the coffin appeared? What is their relationship?

[Who cares? From today onwards, I'll be the first to object to anyone who badmouths Chen Guan!]

The overwhelming popularity and unanimous praise made Chen Guan's heart skip a beat.

As for why he disappeared after the god in the coffin appeared...

Because Lao Ji wasn't truly awakened; he imitated Guan Jinyue and Xue Tu, directly initiating the sacrifice, a method he obtained from Baal.

The sacrifice was himself.

If it weren't for the launch ceremony, he wouldn't have needed to waste time talking to Yan Yu.

Using this method, his consciousness could briefly return to his body, but perhaps because his mental strength was too low, it was difficult to sustain.

"Host, this behavior is extremely risky. Overuse may cause permanent damage to the connection between the avatar and the main body, or even break the connection. Please use it with caution in the future. In addition, due to the interruption of the nurturing process, the popularity points required for the main body to fully recover will probably need to increase. The system is currently calculating the specifics."

Chen Guan's heart sank downwards.

The second half is fine, it's just about popularity.

However, permanent damage... a broken connection?

Chen Guan instantly realized that if things went wrong, his disguise as Chen Guan might completely lose contact with his real body and become a truly disposable item!

The price is too high.

Without the disguise, the real body is like a sculpture, unable to move. Without Lao Zi, who will still love Lao Zi?

It seems that this trump card, the main body, absolutely cannot be used lightly again.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and brought his attention back to reality.

When acting, you have to go all the way.

He straightened up, his face still showing signs of weakness.

He lifted his foot, preparing to walk towards Li Yan to check on his condition.

It was at this moment that...

A magnetic voice, tinged with a touch of cynicism, drifted from the dense forest at the edge of the basin.

It broke the silence of this post-disaster area without any warning.

"The performance was wonderful, little one."

Everyone present heard it clearly.

"Now, it's time for the professionals to clear the area."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A figure emerged from the woods.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, taking leisurely steps.

The person who arrived was wearing a simple suit and had an ordinary appearance.

Only those eyes held a knowing smile.

An Changqing's pupils went unfocused for a moment.

"Senior Lin Jiu?"

This name also caught Long Ao's attention.

From Jiangcheng to Huaqing, how come this person is omnipresent?

How did he end up here?

Baihu did not answer An Changqing, but simply looked around at the ravaged basin.

His gaze swept over the corpses of the demon race and over the seriously injured students.

Finally, the weight fell on Li Yan, who was kneeling on the ground, lifeless.

He clicked his tongue, his expression as if he were examining a flawed work of art.

"This farce should end now."

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

The crisp sound echoed through the valley.

An Changqing, Su Yuehe, and Long Ao's brains were pierced by excruciating pain, and the world in front of them shattered, with everything in their vision turning into flying shards of glass.

A brand new and realistic scene flooded my mind, forcibly overwriting my original memories.

An invisible giant hand is violently tearing and reshaping their understanding.

In the scene, Teacher Li Yan is in dire straits under the siege of three demon generals.

He did not back down, but chose the most tragic way.

He roared to the sky, his massive body transforming into a furnace of lightning, igniting his very life force.

That's a forbidden technique.

They traded their lives for power that transcended their rank.

The dazzling lightning devoured everything, completely annihilating the figures of the three demon generals.

As the lightning subsided, Teacher Li Yan's figure reappeared, and then he collapsed to his knees, exhausted.

perish together.

What a fierce and desperate battle this was.

The torrent of memories washes over us in the blink of an eye.

When An Changqing opened his eyes again, his previous surprise and doubt about Chen Guan's power vanished, leaving only endless grief and reverence.

"Teacher..." he murmured to himself, his voice lowered, lamenting his own incompetence.

Long Ao's eyes were filled with tears.

In his memory, that upright figure ultimately sacrificed himself to protect them, burning away everything in his own form as lightning.

Only Chen Guan stood there, watching Bai Hu finish all this, and then looked at his companions whose expressions had changed, completely bewildered.

His memory was completely normal, and he had no idea what Baihu had done. However, he could guess that this was not the first time Baihu had used the trick of altering memories.

Summoning ability, does that mean summoning all seven other elemental abilities? Would we even be able to play if the White Tiger wasn't nerfed?