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

"How are you still alive...?"

Chen Guan raised his foot and stepped on Yue Teng's wrist. He lowered his head, the cold glint of his sickle sweeping across Yue Teng's bloodshot eyes.

"Is this all your last words were?"

Chen Guan's voice was flat.

Yue Teng convulsed from the excruciating pain, staring at Chen Guan's indifferent eyes, and let out a neurotic laugh.

"Last words?"

"At the dawn of this great era, you're talking to me about your last words."

He made a hoarse sound in his throat, trying to force himself up, but Chen Guan stomped him back to the ground even harder.

"Just you wait and see."

Yue Teng turned his gaze to the top of the temple.

His face, contorted with extreme excitement, looked ferocious.

"The place where you stand is the vessel of the dominant power."

"When I sacrifice this body, the black tide will engulf everything here."

As the incantation was chanted, the air in the temple distorted, and the black mud flowing from the cracks in the stone pillars began to boil.

Countless black lines shot up from the ground, obscuring the light and shadow above the temple.

Looking at the scene before him, Chen Guan truly believed that the one lying there was a descendant of some kind of favored being.

Chen Guan hesitated. He had many questions about the Lord of Nothingness, but how could he ask them in front of An Changqing and the others?

Long Ao's right arm crackled with lightning as he charged toward Chen Guan.

Don't go over there.

An Changqing raised his hand and pressed down on Long Ao's shoulder.

Standing behind the two, Su Yuehe felt everything around her frantically converging on Chen Guan: "Will he be alright on his own?"

Su Yuehe looked at Chen Guan's retreating figure and asked in a low voice.

"If it were him, perhaps."

An Changqing frowned, remaining vigilant throughout.

The black mist on the altar expanded to its limit.

They formed menacing tentacles in the air, heading straight for the location of the coffin.

The scene was breathtaking; the entire temple was about to be razed to the ground in the next second.

The black mist stopped abruptly the moment it touched the corner of Chen Guan's robe.

Three meters away from the coffin, all the black energy abruptly stopped its momentum.

The oppressive feeling in the air vanished without a trace.

Then, an eerie silence spread through the temple.

Chen Guan remained in the same position, trampling on Yue Teng, his expression completely unchanged.

The black lines that were originally about to launch an attack were now shaking wildly in the air.

On Chen Guan's retina, the barrage of comments scrolled at an extremely fast speed.

[I knew Chen Laomo was cheating; he can even directly borrow the BOSS's skills.]

[This is a home-field advantage situation; this underground temple was originally his territory, wasn't it?]

At this moment, Yue Teng's feelings are probably like, "The bodyguard I paid to hire has turned around and tied me up."

Chen Guan tilted his head. "Old Demon Chen? What's that new nickname?"

At the edge of the altar, Yue Teng's smile froze on his face.

He watched the power he had summoned, the black aura powerful enough to destroy everything, slowly descending.

They did not plan another attack.

They are bowing their heads to the coffin.

Chen Guan slowly released his foot from Yue Teng's wrist.

He reached out and gently brushed aside the black mist that was obstructing his view. The black mist behaved obediently under his fingertips.

"This is what you call domination."

Chen Guan turned his head and stared at Yue Teng, who was slumped on the ground.

"Are these all the trump cards you're so proud of?"

Yue Teng's fingers dug deeply into the stone slab.

"No."

"impossible."

He couldn't accept what was happening before him.

He had been preparing for this moment for centuries, with every generation of his family struggling to survive in the quest to restore the ruler.

Now, all of this has collapsed with a wave of a young man's hand.

"This black mist is mine!"

Yue Teng roared madly, trying to command the threads again with the bloodline incantation.

The black energy no longer obeyed any of his commands.

They didn't even cause a ripple; they simply hovered quietly beside the coffin.

In Yue Teng's despairing gaze, countless black lines simultaneously changed direction.

They have clear goals.

That was Yue Teng's body.

The black energy coiled up Yue Teng's limbs and seeped into his skin and bones.

"Ahhhhh!"

Yue Teng's screams echoed throughout the entire temple.

His muscles, which had swelled with excitement, quickly withered under the erosion of the black energy.

The intense pain caused him to roll wildly across the metal floor.

His skin and flesh began to peel away, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

An Changqing looked at the scene before him and involuntarily turned his head away.

This scene is indeed cruel.

Chen Guan blinked, his eyes turned away from the crowd.

It's none of my business...

Buhou, I've really become an old devil.

Just as Yue Teng was about to die, a scroll slowly unfurled before everyone, and a charming young girl emerged from it.

Am I late?

The girl spoke softly, and then, with a wave of her hand, all the black energy on Yue Teng's body disappeared.

"Who are you?" An Changqing asked her warily.

"My name is Santai, an ordinary person who got lost."

San Tai said with a smile, but Su Yuehe suddenly remembered something and became wary, saying, "Are you the person who was wanted in Jiangcheng before?"

Her tone was very confident, and Santai looked at her in surprise. She had never seen this girl before, yet she could now tell people that she was wanted by the police.

Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young; none of them are simpletons.

San Tai did not deny it, but replied, "I'm here to reclaim what's mine. Don't get in my way, and I don't want to stifle you future stars."

Without waiting for their reply, she turned and walked straight to the center of the altar. With a wave of her hand, a scroll fell into her grasp.

San Tai turned around and casually waved, saying, "Alright, I won't keep you company any longer. You can do as you please."

Then she vanished, just as she had come, without a trace.

Yue Teng remained where he was, his fate unknown.

Long Ao remained silent throughout, believing himself to be the only one among those present who knew who the woman from earlier was.

Was her coming here a coincidence? Long Ao thought about it carefully and concluded that it must be a coincidence, because the paintings that had come to life just now seemed to match this woman's abilities.

Thinking about it that way, it's not surprising. It's probably just a chance encounter, Long Ao said to himself.

An Changqing broke the silence, saying, "Things have developed to this point, beyond our control. Let's take Yue Teng and go up to report to the association."

Without objection, Long Ao hoisted Yue Teng, who was lying like a dead dog, and the group returned along the same route to the ground.

Chen Guan was the last to leave; he glanced back at the scene behind him.

What is the relationship between the Lord of Nothingness, those black energies, Yue Teng, and myself?

That wretched system, as unreliable as ever, is gone forever. Chen Guan is now isolated and helpless, and can only rely on himself.