Han Jin dashed across the ruins. He was afraid that he would arouse Anqielle's suspicions if he delayed for too long. Little did he know that Anqielle had already guessed what he was going to do. Han Jin's obsession with magical crystals had long spread across the entire continent, so how could Anqielle not know about it?
The Devil Spirit Hall of the past had been reduced to rubble. What surprised Han Jin was that the energy waves from the ruins proved that there were still a lot of spatial magical crystals below. All of a sudden, he missed Dominni … In the past, Dominni would always help him clean up the battlefield. As a member of a super-class race, she was extremely sensitive to any kind of magical energy waves. No matter how deeply the treasure was hidden, it couldn't escape her notice. She was also extremely powerful. Even if she dug eight feet into the ground, it would be a piece of cake for her.
Now that Dominni wasn't around, he could only rely on himself …
Han Jin took a deep breath and raised his hand to release the Heavenly Dao. Countless starlight scattered in all directions like giant fireworks, and in the next moment, figures appeared in the starlight one after another.
Thousands of Han Jin shuttled back and forth in the ruins. Sometimes, they would gather together and work together to push away the heavier stone beams and pillars. Other times, they would scatter in the corners and search on their own.
Han Jin, on the other hand, was still hovering in the air, using his divine thoughts to control his avatar below while observing his surroundings.
After about two hours, seventy to eighty glowing magical crystals were piled up into a small mountain in Han Jin's spatial ring. The harvest wasn't small, but most of the magical crystals had been reduced to ashes by the Heaven Apocalyptic Fire. Otherwise, the number of magical crystals would have reached an astonishing number of hundreds.
If Han Jin could integrate all of these magical crystals into the Meson Space, then perhaps he could transform the Meson Space into a true paradise. However, that would be a huge project and Han Jin reckoned that it wouldn't be possible in a short period of time.
After obtaining the magical crystals, Han Jin still couldn't bear to leave. He knew that he must have missed a lot, but his power was limited and his time was even more limited!
No wonder there had been an endless stream of explorers for thousands of years. The Devil Spirit Hall was bound to become an extremely tempting ruin. Perhaps one day, some lucky explorers would become rich overnight!
Han Jin shook his head helplessly and cast a spell. Han Jin was already feeling guilty for deceiving Anqielle. It would be too much if he left her alone.
Anqiel was standing on the thousand-meter-high peak that Han Jin had created, silently gazing into the distance with a slightly perplexed expression.
"What are you thinking about?" In the Meson Space, Han Jin could ignore the difference in distance. With just a thought, he appeared beside Anqiel without any warning.
"I'm thinking … Is God innate, or is it like us …" Anqielle softly said. After seeing the power Han Jin had displayed in this world, she wasn't surprised by Han Jin's sudden appearance.
Han Jin stared blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" Anqielle asked in dissatisfaction.
"No one can answer your question." A mischievous look appeared on Han Jin's face. "According to the doctrine, it was the God of Light who created the light, the whole world! But here … if one day, my space has enough power to operate, and there are many people living here, then wouldn't I also become a god of creation? "
Anqielle hesitated for a moment before changing the topic. "Then what kind of position does God have in your eyes?"
"Although I don't think God is worthy of worship, there is one thing I have to admit." "Even we have to look up to the height that God has reached." Han Jin said faintly, "Even we have to look up to him."
"Yes." Anqielle sighed, a hint of loneliness in her eyes. "The distance is really far."
"You're thinking too much." Seeing Anqielle's expression, Han Jin couldn't help but comfort her. "Even if you become a God, what can you do? As far as I know, Gods are also divided into ranks. The Grim Reaper, who seems to have terrifying power in our eyes, may be nothing more than an insignificant ant in front of some other stronger existences. "
"You don't have to comfort me." Anqielle looked at Han Jin. "I just suddenly felt that all my years of cultivation seemed to be useless. That's why I'm lamenting."
Han Jin was silent. He knew very well that from the fall of the Grim Reaper's projection to the appearance of the Meson Space, all of it had a great impact on Anqielle. It was inevitable that she felt a sense of loss in her heart.
The two didn't speak anymore. They stood quietly on the mountain peak, each with different thoughts. Anqielle was lamenting the gap between herself and a God. Han Jin was thinking about another problem. Han Jin never had the extravagant hope of becoming a God. In fact, in Han Jin's heart, the greatest gain from this trip to the Abyss wasn't killing Donald, nor was it the dozens of Space Crystals in his ring. Instead, it was completely severing the connection between the Grim Reaper and this world.
No one would believe him if he said this, but perhaps only that wise old man, Grand Duke Solomon, could truly understand Han Jin.
After an unknown amount of time, Anqielle recovered from her contemplation. "Let's go, we should also return."
Han Jin nodded and formed a spell to open the exit of the Meson Space. The moment Anqielle left the Meson Space, she once again felt an indescribable sense of dizziness. However, this rare experience enlightened Anqielle a lot. Han Jin used a very simple method to explain to Anqielle what a true Domain was.
The two walked out of the Meson Space and rushed towards the Hell's Gate. They didn't encounter any obstructions along the way. Occasionally, they would encounter a few wandering minotaurs or hellish ghosts. As soon as they saw the figures of Han Jin and Anqielle, they would all flee in fear. The two of them couldn't be bothered to deal with these insignificant fellows and let them run away.
* * * * *
After two days, Han Jin and Anqielle arrived at the castle-like building they saw when they first entered the Abyss. In fact, they could have been faster, but Han Jin needed to spend more than ten hours every day to recuperate. This was because he would feel insecure if his ki energy didn't recover for a day.
There was no one left in the castle. Only the two Gates of Hell, which were emitting wisps of black gas, stood there.
"I believe we'll meet again." Anqielle stopped in her tracks. "If there's any news from Denver, you must inform me. This isn't just about you."
"I will." Han Jin nodded. "You have to be careful too."
Han Jin had asked Anqiel to be careful of Nikolay, and Anqiel naturally understood what Han Jin meant. Apart from Han Jin, Nikolay was the only one on the surface who was worthy of Anqiel's attention.
"He shouldn't be that impulsive. However, when I go back, I should remind those elders that it's not necessarily a good thing to stretch their hands too far. Perhaps they've lived a comfortable life for too long and have developed some ambitions that they shouldn't have. It's not bad to suffer some setbacks. At least they'll learn to be respectful," Anqielle said faintly.
Han Jin couldn't help but associate Anqielle's words with his own. Setbacks … Could it be that she was talking about the unspeakable things he had done to Dragon City and Dragon Territory …?
"Don't misunderstand. I'm not talking about you." Anqielle smiled, but it made Han Jin feel even more awkward. "Alright, that's it. Take care of yourself."
After saying that, Anqielle turned around and stepped into the Hell's Gate.
Han Jin stood there in a daze for a while. The more magnanimous Anqielle was and didn't say anything, the more ashamed Han Jin felt. However, at this point, empty words couldn't change anything. He could only see if there was an opportunity to make up for it in the future.
Han Jin walked to the Hell's Gate in the east. This was the first time he felt a little guilty about the act of absorbing the magical crystals. Han Jin had never treated those with horns as equal creatures in the past. Be it dragons or demons, they were just creatures with higher intelligence in Han Jin's eyes. A talking cow could not change the fact that it was a cow, let alone its fate of being served on the dining table.
However, after interacting with Anqielle, Han Jin changed his view of the dragons. As intelligent creatures with a long history, they deserved the respect they deserved. However, this was only limited to the small portion of the dragon race that Anqielle represented. Han Jin still wouldn't hesitate to kill those dragons who were arrogant enough to think they stood at the top of the world and viewed other races as ants. The only difference was that if they didn't provoke Han Jin, then out of respect for Anqielle, Han Jin wouldn't take the initiative to attack them.
As soon as Han Jin appeared on the other side of the Hell's Gate, he was dumbfounded. In front of him was a gray world. Suddenly, a person who had been dead for a long time floated into his mind. Manteco?!
When Han Jin fell into the trap, the experts on the God of War finally launched their attack after waiting for Han Jin to return.
Of the two figures, one was shooting in the sky while the other was flying on the ground. The ones who could burst out with such speed were definitely Adolf and Catherine.
When the abyssal creatures on the outside saw the two of them, they immediately became restless. It wasn't that they didn't want to dodge, but that their formation was too tight, and it was impossible for them to disperse quickly.
Catherine directly flew over the abyssal creatures' heads. Even if these low-level trash just stood there and let her kill them, she wouldn't even bother. Adolf, on the other hand, didn't have the ability to fly, so the abyssal creatures in front of him were unlucky. They were all sent flying by Adolf's angry roar. The lucky ones might still be alive when they landed, but the unlucky ones often lost their lives in midair.
From Han Jin's point of view, Adolf was like a shark swimming through the sea. He was like an extremely sharp blade, forcibly opening a path through the sea of abyssal creatures.
(My apologies, the machine was reinstalled today. The font library disappeared, and the font wasn't working properly. It seriously interfered with my speed, and the machine crashed in the afternoon. By the time I finished fixing it, it was almost four o 'clock. After installing some patches, it was already past five o' clock. I didn't have time to debug anything else, so I had to bite the bullet and type. (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters, support the author, support the original reading!)
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