But he had no way of finding out the mastermind behind it all.
Duan Chen's thoughts couldn't help but stir.
But when his gaze fell on Jun Ci beside him, his heart suddenly calmed down.
No, he couldn't be anxious, nor could he rush.
Otherwise, Jun Ci's and his own lives would all depend on him alone.
Duan Chen quickly calmed down, understanding that he couldn't be controlled by his emotions right now.
His gaze, once cold, exuded an extraordinary charisma and made one's heart suddenly tremble.
Upon seeing Duan Chen's expression, the Magician's face changed rapidly. His look of wanting to kill Duan Chen with utmost hatred transformed into a complex mix of love and hate.
He clawed at his neck as if driven mad, drawing blood and then falling to his knees with a guttural roar like a zombie.
"Why, why... Godfather... why can't you look at me again! Why are you so cold and heartless in this world, why didn't you appear by my side..."
"Myself in this world."
Duan Chen keenly caught this phrase in his words.
A thought suddenly connected in his mind.
He wasn't an idiot.
Could it be...
His gaze suddenly deepened.
He had experienced some fortunate encounters himself, so he wouldn't overlook the strangeness in certain matters.
At this moment, combining what he had occasionally read in novels during his leisure time, he suddenly thought of a possibility.
Was it possible that this Magician was reborn?
No, it shouldn't be simply called rebirth...
Rather, he had gained the memories of another Magician?
Parallel world!
In that parallel world, Duan Chen guessed, he himself would not have lost the memories before the age of twelve like he had now...
The him in that world might have been the complete opposite of the him now.
Otherwise, why would the Magician behave so maniacally?
However, no matter what he thought, no matter how complex his inner thoughts were, Duan Chen's actions did not stop for a moment.
He calmly dealt with the Magician's various moves, and his own techniques became increasingly potent, filled with deadly intent.
Finally, Duan Chen began to draw power from the White Chess piece, actively converting its power into his own.
He hadn't wanted to do this.
Relying too much on the White Chess piece, he would become lost if he suddenly lost it one day.
But now, he had no choice but to do so.
The power within the White Chess piece was furiously extracted, and an endless stream of power surged up. A hint of inorganic, pure white light flashed in Duan Chen's eyes, making him appear as cold and emotionless as a celestial deity.
He let out a soft breath.
This breath contained countless white wisps of thought.
It was the purest energy.
With this surge of energy, Duan Chen's hands began to channel a technique left to him by Wu Suo Wei, a technique he had almost never used.
The moment he saw the initial move of this technique, his eyes suddenly contracted.
His pupils narrowed to the thin slit of a snake.
Without any delay, the Magician threw off his outer robe, covering himself entirely. He crouched down and vanished from his original spot.
He used the power of spatial teleportation, but it was unable to save him in time.
Duan Chen's killing move, Wu Suo Wei's technique, which he named the "Fey Law," pierced through the spatial teleportation and struck the Magician heavily as he was about to disappear at the bottom of the cliff.
In the last second of his spatial teleportation, as he was fading, Duan Chen heard the Magician cough up blood, followed by a muffled groan of pain.
After unleashing this technique, Duan Chen's body swayed. He managed to open his eyes, which had returned to their normal color.
He gently rubbed his eyes and coughed, spitting out two mouthfuls of internal organ fragments.
But thankfully, it wasn't too serious.
Duan Chen could only console himself like this, given the circumstances.
He helped Jun Ci up from the ground and, seeing the unconscious Jun Ci, clapped his hands to wake him up.
Jun Ci looked remorseful.
After waking up, he sat on the ground, clutching his hair in pain.
"I'm so useless, to be captured so easily. Are you alright? How is that Apostle now?"
Although Jun Ci had been unconscious, he knew that the person who captured him was an Apostle.
Because he was caught off guard, he couldn't defend himself, was directly stunned by the Apostle, and plunged into endless darkness.
After asking his questions, Jun Ci looked up and saw the blood fragments in Duan Chen's hand.
His pupils contracted sharply, and he asked with concern, "How are you?"
Duan Chen shook his head, indicating that he was not seriously injured.
However, Jun Ci was still shaken.
He raised his hand, and a gentle light energy condensed in his palm, instantly forming a ball that enveloped Duan Chen's body.
He placed his hand on Duan Chen's chest, and the gentle light energy healed the internal injuries, but the effect was not significant.
After a long while, Duan Chen frowned slightly and slowly waved his hand.
"Stop, further treatment won't help much."
The internal injuries wouldn't heal in a short time. While light energy had healing properties, it was limited.
Jun Ci also knew the limitations of his abilities in this regard.
At this moment, he deeply missed Yuan Qingqing, who had gone missing.
Speaking of Yuan Qingqing, he opened his map and looked at the whereabouts of Yuan Qingqing and Yuan Yuan. However, the map had become distorted.
Jun Ci was greatly moved and looked at the map in disbelief: "What's going on? Why is the map restricted?"
Duan Chen frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure, but if this was the case, there must be something at the bottom of this cliff that was restricting his abilities.
He never forgot that ancient texts were, in essence, a manifestation of abilities.
Since the map was now distorted, it meant something was shielding his ancient texts.
His brow furrowed slightly.
"Let's not worry about that for now. Look at the surroundings, this place seems rather unusual."
Following Duan Chen's words, Jun Ci turned his gaze to the environment at the bottom of the cliff.
His eyes changed in an instant after just one glance, becoming exceptionally grave.
A sentence involuntarily slipped out.
"How can this be!"