A mysterious lotus suddenly coalesced on his chest. Zhu Haomiao watched the petals slowly unfold, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.
At the center of the majestic and beautiful petals, a flower bud ford by the [Creation Jade Disk] was revealed in the air, an obscure dark gold rune rotating and writhing, emanating a wondrous divine ripple.
[Constant Star lting Furnace Body Tempering Technique]!
Heavy, scorching, evil, twisted, brutal, cruel...
The golden rune frawork constrained the dark base color, as if a sun appearing black on the inside and gold on the outside blood softly, presenting a paradoxical appearance full of symbolism.
Evil yet sacred, ferocious yet dignified, terrifying yet compelling...
Different from the Basic Force’s fundantal runes, Zhu Haomiao found that his self-created cultivation technique lacked sothing very important. Even if practiced to the Perfect Realm, it could not condense [Legendary Power].
With a montary thought, Zhu Haomiao ca to a profound understanding.
The frawork and flesh were complete, but what was missing was the "soul", the symbol, his own summary of the legendary path...
After pondering with understanding, Zhu Haomiao motioned with his mind, drawing the dark gold rune into his soul, and a massive flow of information flooded his ocean of consciousness.
It felt like undergoing centuries of unforgettable ti, training intensely in sumr and winter, pondering day and night, simulating and deducing, finally attaining sudden enlightennt, creating a cultivation technique from nothingness to completion.
His unfocused pupils gradually concentrated, withdrawing from the extended virtual mory, Zhu Haomiao realized that the sky outside the window had already turned to night.
"How long was I in ditation?"
Rubbing his weary brow, Zhu Haomiao asked Wilson, who stood quietly beside him.
"Three days, my lord."
"Hmm."
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Haomiao composed himself and suddenly sensed a subtle fluctuation of fate.
Instinctively looking westward, a faint ethereal resonance tugged at his heartstrings, as if sothing significant was happening in the distance.
Slightly frowning, following the guidance of the Heavenly Dao Will, Zhu Haomiao raised his hand to draw a circle, opening a Teleportation Gate, arriving atop a skyscraper.
Hundreds of ters high, the fierce wind howled, the luxurious cloak gently rippled behind him. Zhu Haomiao overlooked the bustling city nightscape, blinking in puzzlent.
The folk were honest and peaceful, where did this important turn of fate co from?
Before he could figure it out, a humanoid armor spewing flas streaked across the sky, faintly hearing Tony Stark’s excited cheer.
"Yahoo~~~"
Watching Tony’s new invention "race" across the city sky, then shoot straight into the sky like a rocket, Zhu Haomiao’s hazy mories surfaced, recalling this part of the story.
Flying high, the armor froze, losing power and plumting, then regaining power at the brink of impact, pulling up in the last mont...
It was only because Tony had plot armor that he could survive these antics; anyone else would have beco mush if they were a second late...
But wasn’t this ti supposed to be without danger?
Why did it trigger my senses?
Watching the small light ascend higher, finally disappearing into the night sky, Zhu Haomiao was perplexed.
However, when the powerless armor started free falling, a brilliant particle beam spanned the heavens and earth, and the black-clad youth’s expression changed dramatically.
Soone is trying to steal my leeks!!
The high-energy beam hit its target accurately, the armor that could originally narrowly escape catastrophe completely paralyzed, like a mass of iron deviating from its course, plumting toward the ground.
Whoosh~
The cloak fluttered in the wind transford into dark wings spreading wide, the huge wings flapped gently, Zhu Haomiao at the edge of the rooftop tapped his toes and vanished instantly.
.........
"Jarvis! Restart the thrusters!"
"The energy source is damaged, the system is missing critical components, unable to start thrusters."
In midair, Tony watched the rapidly growing ground, ideas racing through his mind, unable to devise a solution, despair flickering in his eyes.
In a daze, he seed to see himself smashing into the ground, ending in a mass of at and blood.
Who’s behind this attack on ?!!
As long as I live, I’ll haunt you forever!!
Amidst the chaos of thoughts, Tony Stark’s impotent fury could change nothing, only watching death approach helplessly.
However, just as he instinctively closed his eyes to await death, he suddenly felt his body sink, like being caught by sothing, halting the fall instantly.
From extre motion to complete stillness, the enormous acceleration felt like crashing into a wall, pressing Tony’s face against the helt, his features smushed flat.
Not long after, he was dropped from a height of several ters, a solid touch arising beneath him. Tony opened the helt, witnessing a scene that entranced him.
In the sparse moonlit night sky, an elegant and mysterious silhouette descended slowly, his back adorned with luxurious broad dark wings casting a massive shadow enveloping Tony, the dreamy, misty moonlight outlining a silver edge. His features were indistinguishable against the light, only his dark and deep eyes glowing faintly, resembling a window connecting to the [Abyss], seemingly able to suck one’s soul in.
Like an angel descending to the mortal world, or a demon breaking free from Hell, evil and sacredness unified perfectly at this mont. Just watching him gave Tony an irrepressible urge to kneel and pray.
Whoosh~
The expansive wings folded, the black-clad youth’s toes touched the ground, looking at the stunned Tony, he chuckled and teased.
"What? Scared stiff?"
With a shudder, pulling free from the brief strange emotion, Tony Stark shook his head with a complex expression.
"Thank you, Zhu, you saved my life again."
"If people don’t do foolish things, they won’t die. Don’t beco oblivious to your own limits just because you have a new toy..."
Implying more than saying, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the woods nearby, shifting the topic.
"Besides, this isn’t over yet!"
Following the black-clad youth’s gaze, Tony Stark realized he had landed by a park’s lake, surrounded by dense woods.
And not far away in the darkness, a pair of dark red narrow lights were gazing at him like eyes. As they drew nearer, the moonlight gradually sketched the imposing silhouette.
Pupils narrowing slightly, Tony noticed it was a more futuristic cha than the Mark3, over three ters tall, with iron-forged wings spread behind it, exuding a massive, mountainous might.
"Friend, this is my prey."
The non-gendered distorted electronic voice reached his ears, Zhu Haomiao curiously eyed up and down, instinctively licking his lips.
Why... does this tal lump seem delicious?
"No! Friend, you are my prey!"
The folded dark wings enthusiastically spread wide, the confined breath leaked out, like a tsunami, sweeping the area for hundreds of ters. In the mighty ch not far away, sharp detonations sounded instantly.
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