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Chapter 518: Mu Ling’s Request

Bai Yan took a deep breath.

In this space, he was completely alone.

The dimension around him had transformed dramatically after the epic battle.

He took out the “Realm of Infinity, Ever-changing Facade” once again.

“Let’s finish,” he murmured.

The true battle was about to begin.

In the brief time remaining, he needed to prepare thoroughly, for the upcoming Doomsday Crisis was fast approaching.

“Fortunately…” he thought, reflecting on the battle at Giant Hive.

Although they hadn’t achieved a complete victory—unable to kill “Mr. Xia” or take down the “Crimson Sovereign”—they had still gained a lot.

Bai Yan exhaled, but the weight on his heart wouldn’t ease. It wasn’t because of the casualties; after obtaining “Mini Heaven,” the idea of ordinary losses and injuries no longer weighed heavily on him.

“Resurrection” had become a trivial matter. He had grown accustomed to the concept of death; it no longer held the same significance.

As long as the soul remained, the destruction of the body was merely a temporary setback.

Yet, there was one thing troubling Bai Yan in this moment.

The true test was about to begin.

He raised the scroll, and it soared into the air, transforming into a mirror. In the mirror, countless shadows flickered, each representing a different dimension.

The shadows slowly merged, blending into one.

In an instant, multiple dimensions collided and combined into a single reality, bringing the people of the Giant Hive back to the original material world.

The city had undergone a drastic transformation.

Meanwhile, Bai Yan stood tall above the sky as “Mini Heaven” materialized in his hand.

Without hesitation, he entered it.

Inside, a tiny world of golden clouds stretched out before him. At the center, a massive golden pond reflected countless sacred symbols, and beneath the symbols, pale blue souls floated in the holy water.

Bai Yan remained calm, knowing that these souls were victims of the battle in the Giant Hive.

Someday, he would have the power to resurrect them all, but for now, he didn’t need to bring them back.

“Head of Dark Night, The Cursed String Music, Chris, White Lion (Power), Moknow (Death God), North (Justice), Austin…” he muttered.

“Refusing the fate of death.”

“Born again from the heavenly realm.”

“Be the power that I can command.”

On the streets of Giant Hive, Mu Ling stood in silence.

Her chest felt tight, and she struggled to breathe. Her voice caught in her throat.

She looked around at the scattered corpses and heard the wailing of the few survivors nearby.

How could anyone remain indifferent to this?

For months, she had been feeling more and more powerless. Every time something significant occurred, all she could do was hope for her companions’ actions and the Savior’s intervention.

She didn’t even know what more she could do.

All the power she had was a gift from the Savior, not something she had earned herself.

She could only wait and see…

Mu Ling gritted her teeth, unwilling to simply wait. Stubbornness had become part of who she was.

But no matter how many life-or-death battles she fought in simulations, it was never enough to make a true leap in strength.

[Nightsaber, I summon you.]

At that moment, Mu Ling heard a familiar voice, and the heavy emotions in her heart lightened.

Whenever she heard the Savior’s voice, she felt that all her difficulties could be solved, that her weaknesses would be understood and healed.

The Babel Tower, the Savior—His presence was everything. It was her final hope.

In the next instant, a swirling black mist surrounded her.

Mu Ling found herself once again within the familiar Babel Tower.

Outside, ice and snow swirled, but inside, atop a throne made of countless weapons, the Savior sat hidden beneath a black cloak. Darkness enveloped Him, rendering His true form impossible to discern.

He sat with a relaxed posture, resting his face on one hand, as though looking down upon the young girl who had just arrived.

From beneath the throne, Mu Ling could see this scene, and a strange sensation filled her heart.

The distance between herself and the great Savior seemed to have closed.

For the first time, He seemed… more human.

Amid the impenetrable mist, where the Savior’s presence still remained concealed, something about Him had become… completely unmasked.

“My master, the great Savior of Babel Tower, Nightsaber obeys your summons,” Mu Ling declared, kneeling on one knee.

The Savior, still hidden beneath the black cloak, extended a hand from the darkness. A dark golden ring floated toward her, drawn by an unseen force.

[Put it on, Mu Ling.]

[This is a special artifact, forged by the power of ‘The Origin.’ It will suppress the influence of the Outer God within your bloodline.]

Mu Ling blinked in surprise.

[Inside you, lies the latent power of the Obscure Changer, the reason your family can manipulate darkness. Even with the ring, you will still be able to use that power, but you won’t be affected by any Obscure Changers.]

However, the effect of the ring was only temporary—calculated in terms of a hundred years.

For the gods, this was a short time, but for Bai Yan, it was a long stretch.

“Thank you very much for your gift,” Mu Ling said, her face filled with gratitude. She knelt and extended her right hand.

She placed the dark golden ring on her finger, feeling a gentle warmth flow through her. A sense of protection surrounded her, shielding her from the influence that had always lingered.

Had she not worn the ring, she might never have noticed the sensation.

She vowed she would never take it off.

“Is the Obscure Changer… always affecting my family?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

The Mu family, demon hunters who had sacrificed everything to protect the world—yet their power stemmed from the terrifying Outer Gods?

[The fact that the enemy and I share a common origin isn’t necessarily a bad thing. What matters is how you recognize your current will and make choices that align with your true desires.]

Mu Ling nodded gently, feeling a weight lift from her heart.

“My master,” she began, her tone no longer wavering but firm and determined.

“Next, my words may seem greedy, but I must speak. Even though I have already received your precious gift, I am still insatiably hungry for more. I long to become even stronger.”

She lifted her head and gazed at the deity she so admired.

“I don’t want to feel helpless anymore. I don’t want to be constantly protected. I want to stand closest to danger, to protect the innocent and the weak in your place.”

She paused, then added resolutely, “I know this is greedy, but I pray that you will grant me enough power.”

[Okay.]

The Savior’s answer came without hesitation.

Mu Ling was stunned for a moment before joy and gratitude filled her heart. She felt a new sense of responsibility as the Savior’s aide.

She had always been cared for, but now, she could finally give back.

Bai Yan sat silently, as Mu Ling’s voice echoed in his mind.

She had been harsh on herself.

[You don’t need to constantly underestimate yourself.]

[Mu Ling, you’ve been doing very well all along.]

Bai Yan didn’t want to see her trapped in self-blame.

He couldn’t bear it.

[One day, you will come to know more truths… Sooner or later, the day will come…]