Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams

Chapter 772 - 485. Origin of the Holy Sword, Harvest and Reward_2

Chen Feng nodded lightly and responded to each one.

Finally, he entered the inner hall of the palace, passing the front hall where he had stopped briefly last time.

Several stone chairs were still there.

With just a glance, he withdrew his gaze, bypassed the rocky corridor, and arrived at the back of the palace.

This was a spacious hall, yet there was no hint of daylight.

The dark gold walls and floor were carved with many patterns, and rows of white candles burned here, providing barely enough light.

The golden throne was at the center of the innermost part of the hall, and on it sat a white-haired figure, wrapped in a constantly flickering green light, with a familiar figure standing beside it.

"Mr. Feng Chen."

Carrie, dressed in green vine armor and a white cloak, looked pale, her eyes bloodshot.

Seeing Chen Feng arrive, she turned slightly and nodded, expressing her gratitude.

With hands glowing green raised before her, the white-haired figure on the golden throne opened his eyes.

"Your Highness, it’s Mr. Feng Chen...."

Forcing herself to bear the exhaustion, Carrie reminded softly with a saddened tone.

Adams, who had led the way, stepped forward first, his eyes filled with gloom, and half-kneeled in a knightly salute with a guilty lowered head.

"Your Highness..."

"Adams... you need not blame yourself."

As if guessing what he wanted to say, the white-haired figure shook his head lightly and spoke weakly.

His face should have been youthful, but at this moment, it was full of furrowed brows.

Pale and devoid of much blood color, the skin exposed beneath the white long robe was unnaturally withered and wrinkled.

He looked like an elderly person nearing the end of his life.

"The shackle of the Angels is not so easily broken, you’ve done your best."

"Besides, we survived, didn’t we..."

The other party said softly, their weak voice still carrying the innocence of youth.

Chen Feng was somewhat surprised; he could perceive the life aura of the white-haired figure before him as extremely weak.

But on careful reflection, he could ascertain that the other party should not be very old, probably no older than eighteen or nineteen.

"Something’s not right."

Suddenly, the voice of the Star Spirit echoed in his mind.

The one probing the foundation of the Holy City again reflected within the Spiritual World, revealing the phantom of a petite girl.

"This child shouldn’t appear so old."

"Moreover, the fluctuation of the Holy Object originates from within him."

A bit surprised, she observed the white-haired youth meticulously, intriguing confusion evident on her face as she continuously searched through the database for information.

The white-haired youth was unaware of this.

He merely shifted his gaze, passing over Adams who had risen to stand, and looked towards Chen Feng.

Those clear black eyes seemed like a pristine spring, capable of reflecting all the negative emotions in a person’s heart.

"Mr. Feng Chen, thank you so much for saving us."

A weak voice carried a hint of youthfulness, resounding within the hall, appearing immensely contradictory to his elderly visage.

Chen Feng slightly frowned, yet not because of the scene before him.

Rather....

Buzz!!

Suddenly, a tremor arose from the Black Dream Space, then a silver short blade quickly solidified, appearing in his hand.

Before anyone could react, the short blade’s sheath opened on its own, and a wisp of golden light flew out.

Clang!!

The sound of the sword resonated, the Power of the Holy Sword appeared again, directly heading towards the white-haired youth.

Chen Feng’s gaze sharpened, subsequently noticing the unchanged expressions of Adams and others, not alert at all, even showing a hint of delight.

His eyes swept once more, noting the golden Power of the Holy Sword flash by, and amazingly it merged straight into the brow of the white-haired youth.

Seemingly replenished somehow, his pale face gained a tint of rosy blood color, and the withered, wrinkled skin slightly relaxed.

Somewhat astonished, Chen Feng clearly sensed that the other party’s life aura had steadied somewhat.

"Sorry, I cannot control it either."

The white-haired youth weakly and apologetically said.

A visible golden sword imprint appeared on his brow, and a flicker of golden light passed through his eyes.

"The Holy Sword exists within me, each time I invoke it, a cost must be paid."

"And just now, it forcibly withdrew that portion of power."

As his words echoed, Chen Feng’s gaze condensed, his buried doubts finally dissipated.

No wonder the Holy Sword was elusive, its physical form never seen.

At the same moment.

"I understand now!!"

The Star Spirit suddenly spoke excitedly, as if finding answers within the database.

"That Holy Object is the World Sword, the creation of the Nine Kings’ ancestors, a sacred sword of our civilization, one of the sharpest weapons in the Star Realm."

"Chen Feng! We must help him!"

"He must be a descendant of the Nine Kings’ bloodline; only in this way can he connect through the bloodline, consuming life to temporarily bear the slumbering ownerless Holy Object!"

The Star Spirit revealed a series of secrets, rendering Chen Feng momentarily silent.

The Holy Object is a Divine General Level weapon?

The Holy Sword is one of the sharpest weapons in the Star Realm, currently in a slumbering ownerless state?

Simplifying thoughts flashed, and he looked once more at the white-haired youth before him.

He vaguely saw a golden sword light phantom appear on the youth.

An aura vast and profound, seemingly forming a world of its own.

Thousands of golden Sword Qi filled it, each strike capable of destroying the earth and tearing the sky dome.

Even the Power of the Spiritual World from the Lord of Lava’s projection seemed diminutive in comparison.

"Mr. Feng Chen?"

The white-haired youth felt a bit puzzled, noticing Chen Feng’s somewhat peculiar gaze.

"Just a bit curious about the Holy Sword."

Chen Feng calmly stated, not hiding his curiosity.

The atmosphere stilled momentarily, a hint of vigilance and worry flashed in Carrie’s eyes.

But soon, seeing the calm and frankness in Chen Feng’s eyes, she laid down her undue guard.

"The Holy Sword was a creation weapon left by the Ancient Tado Empire; when the empire fell, the ancestors established the Holy City with it, repelling the war initiated by the Snake-man Angels."