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Lu Fei Fan fell silent, contemplating whether it was worth exchanging a hand for this armor. After all, if he truly lost both hands in reality, it would be a grave mistake.
"Or you could use a foot instead," the voice coaxed again.
Lu Fei Fan remained silent, and upon not receiving a response, the voice also fell into silence.
He quietly stood up and moved forward, pausing to rest when fatigue set in. After enough rest, he would rise again and continue on his way.
At first, he kept track of time, but as it dragged on, both mentally and physically exhausted him. The deadly Test Space simulated reality to such an extent that this fatigue and emptiness severely tested his willpower.
He had no idea how long he had been walking when he stopped to gaze into the vast darkness ahead, still devoid of light. He had been moving in this direction for quite some time and was now weary. Strangely, though, he did not feel hungry.
Lu Fei Fan halted and looked up; there was nothing to see. He moved his lips, which felt somewhat heavy.
"Fine, I'll trade you one hand for light," Lu Fei Fan declared. Even though he had grown accustomed to the darkness, he was determined to see the light again.
Suddenly, he felt the light at the end of the tunnel slowly extending toward him. Although the place where he stood remained dim, there was now a faint glow. Having spent too long in darkness, if light suddenly flooded in, it would surely blind him.
However… he glanced at his left shoulder and noticed that there was no hand left—only a sleeve remained.
Though prepared for this moment, accepting it was still difficult. Nevertheless, he resolved to move forward; the further he walked, the brighter the light became. Gradually, he began to adapt to this illuminated world.
Not only was there light, but also clouds and the Gobi Mountains and Rivers—though there was no water.
At least it wasn't so lonely; it resembled a normal world. Yet hunger and thirst soon crept in. Clearly, the entity governing this world had granted him a semblance of normalcy while also bestowing upon him the sensations of hunger and parched lips.
He couldn't help but curse under his breath, but soon he spotted a ravine with a broken ridge, a hundred meters wide and seemingly bottomless.
Lu Fei Fan walked to the edge and looked down, kicking a stone into the abyss. The stone fell for what felt like an eternity without making a sound. His only hope lay in a steep, blade-like peak not far away that connected the two sides of the chasm.
It seemed that he could only pass through by climbing over that peak. He began his ascent. The steep cliffs made it difficult for Lu Fei Fan, who had only one hand left to use, but he refused to give up. The more he yearned to conquer this place, the higher he climbed. The air grew colder with each step, and soon he began to feel numb. After every climb, he had to pause and rest for a while before continuing upward. Several times, his foot slipped; if not for his firm grip, he would have fallen and shattered into pieces. Fortunately, he persevered. When he finally reached the summit, the swirling snow and wind lashed against his face and head, giving him an air of ruggedness and resilience.
However, he saw a grand temple standing there. The towering columns resembled giant trees supporting the temple's entrance, as if it were embedded in the hard rock of the mountain peak—a sacred place.
He stepped inside; the vast temple was empty. As he walked through, he found only a passageway before him that resembled a sharp weapon cleaving through the space. He entered it, and an overwhelming pressure followed closely behind him.
The passage was relatively spacious for him, but it felt quite narrow between the towering Throne Stone Chairs on either side. Lu Fei Fan stared in shock at the enormous backs of the Main Seats carved with intricate designs. Seated there were ancient and decayed elders, their heads adorned with crowns, their hair white and lifeless. Their deep-set eyes fixated on him as he walked down the passageway, and then they began to murmur among themselves.
“To obtain what the gods possess, you mortals must offer something of great value in exchange,” a voice imbued with Ancient power resonated.
“I have already exchanged my hand,” Lu Fei Fan replied as he stood there, gazing at the decayed giant. They all looked similar yet distinct; they whispered among themselves while exuding an oppressive aura of death.
“Your hand was the price for gaining access here; many have perished before reaching this point. You are among the few fortunate enough to arrive,” another Ancient voice explained.
“Ha ha, what an honor,” Lu Fei Fan replied mockingly.
“Proceed to the end and place your most precious item on that scale,” a voice from behind urged Lu Fei Fan.
After several minutes of walking, he arrived at a platform at the end of the passage. Before him stood a Balanced Scale, behind which lay an endless void. On the left was a swirling vortex of white energy; on the right was a swirling mass of dark shadows.
Lu Fei Fan stood on the platform, pondering what the most precious thing was. He realized he had nothing to place upon it.
“If you have nothing you consider precious to offer, please take out your Heart and place it here,” a voice beside him reminded.
After a moment of hesitation, Lu Fei Fan reached for his chest, where a light emanated. He pressed in and pulled out his Heart, feeling no sensation as he held the pulsating organ in his hand, radiating vitality with a steady rhythm.
He placed his Heart on one side of the weighing scale. Slowly, Ping Cheng was pressed down by his Heart. However, on the empty side of the scale, a nearly transparent feather began to materialize. As it transformed from transparency into a solid form, it became strikingly white and bright. The weight of Ping Cheng, which had been gradually pushed down by Lu Fei Fan's Heart, was now being lifted by this incredible feather!
Lu Fei Fan stared at the feather with disbelief; its peculiar and magical nature indicated that it was no ordinary feather.
The feather began to subtly raise the scale that held Lu Fei Fan's Heart, causing it to tilt gradually. The voices of the Ancient beings started to mock in delight as the lead weight tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. At that moment, Lu Fei Fan's Heart suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, vibrating rhythmically.
Boom!
A tremendous sound echoed throughout the grand hall, causing the faces of the Decayed Giants to change dramatically as they exchanged glances in shock.
Boom, boom, boom...
With each beat of his Heart, the scale was slowly pressed down again. The seemingly heavy feather was gradually balanced by Lu Fei Fan's Heart until Ping Cheng began to sway left and right, evenly matched.
The Decayed Giants seated in the main seats finally recovered from their astonishment and exchanged looks of disbelief.
“Very well, mortal; your Heart is worthy of exchanging for items of the gods,” one of the Decayed Giants declared. With a slight wave of his skeletal hand, he infused delicate wisps of smoky energy into the swirling Black and White Whirlpools. Instantly, countless strands of power surged forth toward Lu Fei Fan's Heart.
Lu Fei Fan felt as if his heart was being drawn away by some immense force. He gasped and cried out, clutching his chest, where the flesh felt as if it were being torn apart, like a piece of meat being ripped away!
He then began to scream in desperation, watching helplessly as his heart was pulled away by countless threads of power, and in an instant, he opened his eyes wide!
Boom!
The laboratory erupted like an explosion, shattering the glass that surrounded him and sending liquid splattering everywhere.
In that moment, the entire laboratory was plunged into darkness. Doctor Tu and Xiu Kui were also thrown back by the sudden blast, but fortunately, they were unharmed. When the shockwave subsided and Doctor Tu got back on his feet, he saw the control panel shrouded in smoke, with wires flickering ominously. Meanwhile, Lu Fei Fan knelt on one knee, an armor now adorning his body.
“The Feather Spirit Armor has merged!” Doctor Tu exclaimed as he hurried to get up and rush over.
But Lu Fei Fan stood up first and corrected him: “No, it’s called ‘Gods' Armor.’”
“Isn’t it the Feather Spirit Armor?” Doctor Tu asked, puzzled.
“This armor isn’t from your research, is it?” Lu Fei Fan looked at the armor that fit him perfectly, its smooth lines resembling a short-sleeved shirt. The large opening on his chest had vanished, replaced by a strange scale pattern with a piece of special soft armor filling the space.
“No, it belonged to my grandfather. He dedicated his life to studying this armor but could never activate it; everyone who tried it on died. He exchanged for this armor at a lighthouse.”
Doctor Tu answered Lu Fei Fan honestly, though his understanding of the armor was limited to that.
“How many people tried it on before me?” Lu Fei Fan suddenly asked with curiosity.
“Five hundred eighteen. You are the five hundred nineteenth!” Xiu Kui adjusted his glasses and replied.
Lu Fei Fan nodded, then with a thought, the 'Gods' Armor' suddenly vanished. This miraculous scene instantly piqued the curiosity of Doctor Tu and Xiu Kui.
“How… how did you do that?” Doctor Tu pointed at Lu Fei Fan’s upper body, indicating how he had tamed the armor.
“I spoke with a group of decayed gods and exchanged my Heart for it.” Lu Fei Fan said, placing his hand on his chest where his Heart resided. A rhythmic tremor emanated from within, reassuring him that everything was still intact; it was just a test, nothing more.
But would the 'Gods' Armor' have any additional abilities?
As this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly noticed Doctor Tu and Xiu Kui's eyes widening in astonishment. Their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost, leaving Lu Fei Fan puzzled.
“You… behind you,” Doctor Tu pointed behind Lu Fei Fan as a reminder.
Lu Fei Fan turned around to see a pair of Feathered Wings sprouting from his back. With a thought, they spread wide open, each feather clear and distinct, exuding a sacred glow like exquisitely crafted plumage. What shocked him even more was the color of the feathers; they resembled the two swirling energy vortices in the void behind Ping Cheng in that other world!
One black and one white!
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