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"You've all seen the underground altar. That altar is well over several hundred years old. When my ancestor discovered it, the seal was still intact."

"seal?"

Su Yuehe's pen stopped.

"You didn't mention the seal before."

"Because you didn't ask before."

"That altar itself is a container, sealing within it a portion of the power left behind in the mortal realm by the Lord of Nothingness."

"Is that the black mist?"

"That's right. His true form must be sleeping somewhere else. Fragments of his power are scattered in more than one place in the human world. The altar that our ancestors found is just one of them. We are waiting for the god to awaken."

After saying that, he looked at the coffin.

Chen Guan leaned back in the chair with his legs crossed, noticing the other person's constant gaze.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Yue Teng's gaze was fixed on Chen Guan, and he said, word by word, "You have His aura on you."

"I could smell it the moment you walked through that door."

Chen Guan sat in a folding chair, arms crossed, and scoffed, "Then why didn't you smell it sooner?"

Su Yuehe glanced at Chen Guan, then turned back to face Yue Teng.

Answer my question.

"Our family has served for generations, but has the Lord of Nothingness ever given any substantial response?"

Yue Teng withdrew his gaze and landed on Su Yuehe's face.

"The altar is the response."

"Those dark wisps are also a response."

"Fragments of power are scattered throughout the world; our duty is to guard them and wait for them to fall into place."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for Him to wake up."

Su Yuehe turned to the second line of the outline.

The pen tip glides across the paper.

"You said the seal is complete, and the black energy is a fragment of sealed power."

"What did your ancestors do after discovering the altar? Did they maintain the seal or try to break it?"

Yue Teng's Adam's apple bobbed.

"The first dozen or so generations maintained the same approach."

He paused, carefully considering his words.

"Later, a family head discovered that the fragments contained remnants of will."

Yue Teng slowed his speech, looking down at his wrist bound by the lock, where veins bulged on the back of his hand.

"Those dark energies are not hostile to everyone."

"Our ancestors discovered that the fragments would have an affinity for certain people."

"What kind of person?"

"have no idea."

Yue Teng shook his head.

"This has only been recorded twice in dozens of generations."

"The first time was three hundred years ago."

"The second time."

He turned his gaze toward the coffin.

Su Yuehe turned her head in the direction of the gaze.

Chen Guan sat in the corner, his black coffin leaning against the table leg. The pale light shone on his face, and his expression remained unchanged.

"It was him the second time."

There was something strange about Yue Teng's voice.

"At the altar, the moment the cocoon broke open, all the darkness submitted to him."

He stared at the coffin.

"A response that generations have waited for, something they could only beg for and never receive."

"When he, an outsider, walked in, the black aura knelt down."

His tone was somewhat dejected, and the room fell into a long, deathly silence.

Su Yuehe suppressed her emotions and continued following the outline.

"Are there any details recorded about that affinity reaction three hundred years ago? What happened to that person afterward?"

"He's dead."

Yue Teng answered very decisively.

"The power of the fragments is too immense; that person cannot withstand it."

"His body collapsed seven days later, and when he died, all the bones in his body were shattered."

Su Yuehe wrote these words on the paper, her handwriting steady.

"So you think Chen Guan will follow the same path."

"No."

Yue Teng denied it very quickly.

"He's different."

"What's different?"

"Three hundred years ago, that person was passively exposed to the fragments, but the fragments actively invaded his body. He had no ability to resist and was eventually shattered by the force."

Yue Teng leaned forward, the chains straightening and making a screeching sound.

"But the black aura stopped on its own; there's a fundamental difference between the two."

Chen Guan spoke up: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Yue Teng turned his neck, and the silver light on the spiritual energy suppressor drew an arc across his neck.

"I would say that you may be the vessel chosen by the Lord of Nothingness."

"My family has been waiting for dozens of generations, just waiting for a vessel that can bear His will."

"The affinity reaction of the fragments is the criterion for judgment."

Yue Teng's chapped lips parted in a wide grin, his expression one of unwavering certainty.

"I said before that three months would be enough."

Su Yuehe squinted.

"Go on."

"Three months is enough time for me to see things clearly."

Yue Teng's gaze locked onto the coffin.

"Is he truly the one chosen by the Lord of Nothingness?"

Su Yuehe leaned back in her chair, her pen resting on the folder.

"You're trapped a hundred meters underground, your spiritual power is locked, and you're being devoured by the black energy every day. What are you going to use to see?"

Perhaps influenced by Chen Guan, her tone of voice also changed.

"No need to look."

Yue Teng's gaze never left the coffin.

"Once the affinity reaction of the fragments begins, it will not stop."

"Those dark energies have recognized their master."

"No matter where he is, the remaining power will come to him on its own."

"This is not something I can control, nor is it something you can stop."

Chen Guan straightened up, his feet stepping onto the cold alloy floor.

"You mean the black aura will reappear?"

"meeting."

Yue Teng answered without hesitation.

"And the frequency will increase."

"It's right beside you; you can't escape it."

"This is your destiny."

Su Yuehe looked at the coffin, her lips pressed into a thin line, clearly processing the information.

Chen Guan stood up and walked to Yue Teng.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

He looked down at the gaunt man in the chair.

This wasn't the first time he'd heard the word "fate."

"What's in it for you to tell us all this?"

Yue Teng tilted his head back, and the suppressor hummed with his movements.

"I want to see it for myself."

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of obsession.

"Is the waiting of dozens of generations worthwhile? Will He ever come back?"

"And you are the only one who can give me the answer."

Chen Guan stared at him for a long time, then turned around, walked back to the corner of the wall, picked up the black coffin, and slung it over his shoulder.

That's all for today.

He glanced at Su Yuehe.

Su Yuehe closed the folder, stood up, pushed the chair back to its original position, and walked towards the door.

The two walked out of the cell, the metal door sliding shut behind them.

The only things left in the corridor were the lights and the smell of disinfectant.

Su Yuehe took a few steps, turned her head, and lowered her voice.

How much of what he said do you believe?

Chen Guan walked beside them, carrying the black coffin on his back.

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

"Seventy percent."

"Which 30% don't believe it?"

"Whether the so-called container is one that holds the will or is devoured by it, even the container itself may not be able to tell."

Su Yuehe remained silent for a moment.

"And then there's the matter of the dark energy coming after you."

Chen Guan did not answer.

If what Yue Teng said is true, then could their encounter be considered as the dark energy coming to their door on its own initiative?

Blackwind Ruins, the North, and now.

The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped inside.

Su Yuehe pressed the up button, and the elevator began to rise.

When is the next hearing scheduled?

Three days later.

Su Yuehe answered.

"What he said today is just the tip of the iceberg; the truly valuable information is yet to come."