Lin Fan looked at the Frostmourne in his hand. After absorbing the crystal, the sword underwent a transformation.
"This is..."
The previously silver blade was now suffused with a hint of red light, and instead of flickering briefly, the red light began spreading across the sword, completely dyeing it red.
"It’s restless."
Lin Fan was greatly alard. Ever since acquiring Frostmourne and using it to pursue positive energy, it had always been very stable. Despite its sinister origins, he had always believed that under his control, Frostmourne would undergo a massive change and forever symbolize positive energy.
The Frostmourne in his hand was trembling.
Red light blossod.
Then, in a shocking turn of events, Frostmourne seed to co alive, emitting a suction force that pulled the blood and flesh covering the ground towards it.
Blood adhered to the tip of the sword, then spread, covering the blade and rging with it.
This phenonon exceeded Lin Fan’s imagination.
"No way, just adding the crystal to Frostmourne caused such a transformation?"
This scene surpassed his understanding, sothing he had never encountered before. In a matter of monts, the blood and flesh on the ground shriveled completely, and all the blood vanished.
Visible to the naked eye, Frostmourne emanated a blood mist, which twisted and gathered without dispersing. It even seed to want to entangle Lin Fan’s arm.
"Stop it, I don’t like this. You follow to hunt zombies, and we pursue positive energy. I really dislike what you’ve beco now."
Lin Fan swung the sword, unleashing a surge of red light. Wherever the light passed, the air cracked inch by inch, and an extraordinary spectacle ford from the reverse-flowing aura.
The "Into Science" program team would have to turn it into a series if they saw it.
[Killed a at Spirit.]
[Points 1000.]
Lin Fan: ???
Hearing this notification.
Lin Fan was suddenly bewildered, his mind full of questions.
Wow.
Reaching a thousand points, is this a joke? It surpasses conventional understanding.
Upon re-examining Frostmourne, he found the blade had returned to normal. Perhaps even Frostmourne realized it had deviated from the path of positive energy, correcting itself just in ti to continue following Lin Fan towards a brighter future.
"I may have missed sothing mysterious."
Lin Fan pondered how this Creator was called ’at Spirit’, feeling it was sowhat unusual. Without thinking much, he left directly, heading to where there might still be zombies left unscathed.
What he didn’t know was,
Ice shards carried by the wind fell to the ground, containing the flesh of the ’at Spirit’. Upon contact with the earth, the shards lted, and the ground absorbed the ’at Spirit’s’ flesh energy, visibly causing sprouts to grow, turning the barren land into vibrant greenery.
The life force plundered finally returned to nature.
Nightti.
Lin Fan was writing down everything he had witnessed today, finding the situation unbelievable when he thought back on it. Apart from encountering the ’at Spirit’, he hadn’t seen a single zombie in the area.
Logically, he should be happy.
In a zombie-free zone, peace was restored, but did the ’at Spirit’ truly absorb all the zombies?
What was the real answer?
He could not determine for the mont.
Looking at the Frostmourne placed against the wall, it emitted a faint silver glow. Whether it was an illusion or reality, the silver glow was tinged with a faint red glow.
Lin Fan shook his head, believing that Frostmourne’s pursuit was the sa as his own.
There would be no change.
He pasted the ’at Spirit’ photo into the "Zombie Album."
Then wrote an introduction about the ’at Spirit.’
It seed detailed.
But so content was omitted, like the extent of its strength. There was no need to write about it anyway, there was only one, and another shouldn’t appear.
After a long ti.
Lin Fan went to the balcony, feeling the breeze, and looked up at the moon hanging high above, lost in thought for a long ti.
"I really wish none of this ever happened. If only this were all a dream."
He seed lancholic.
There were many things he wanted to say, but in the end, he remained silent.
...
"Zhong Hong’s book... seems quite interesting indeed."
In his spare ti, Cui Xiaofei indeed flipped through "The World of Love" given by Zhong Hong. The words within seed to have a magical power that cleansed one’s inner self.
It could truly bring peace of mind.
Thinking about the trainees he brought out, he was more attentive than ever. Whenever he had free ti, he would watch them, hoping they wouldn’t let power sway their hearts.
Otherwise, he would truly regret bringing them out.
People had already died.
He didn’t want more casualties.
"The principal must be very disappointed and hate , right?"
Cui Xiaofei, too, gazed at the sa round moon that Lin Fan looked at, muttering softly to himself.
"I don’t know if he hates you, but I am very interested in you."
A voice broke the silence.
Not far away, atop a rock, stood a figure. The moonlight cast on them highlighted their outline, cold and stern features with wings spread out from their back.
"Are you one of the latest perfect mutants cultivated by the headquarters?"
Cui Xiaofei calmly inquired.
He knew about headquarters’ affairs. After the original perfect mutants suffered countless casualties, the headquarters could no longer endure the situation and developed new perfect mutants.
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