Urban All-Round Master

"Buzz buzz buzz... Buzz buzz buzz... Buzz buzz buzz..."

The Heavenly Painting Halberd acted like a child, unwilling to leave Lin Zifeng. The halberd’s shaft became flexible, wrapping around Lin Zifeng’s body, and no matter how Lin Zifeng yelled and berated it, it refused to leave him.

"Get lost!"

Lin Zifeng’s eyes were bloodshot, and he screamed hoarsely, while the Heavenly Painting Halberd emitted a resonant buzzing sound. Having followed Lin Zifeng for so long, the halberd had acknowledged him as its master. Though it was merely a supreme Holy Artifact, it should be known that Liu Shen’s crafted Holy Artifact had already gained sentience.

Later, under the influence of the Magic Bracelet, the Heavenly Painting Halberd seemed to quietly develop a spiritual presence.

"Swish!" At the same time, the handsome man and the Bright Pope flew over, witness to the boundless darkness surrounding Lin Zifeng. If he truly fell into that endless darkness, how could he possibly survive?

"Roar!!!"

At the edge of that endless darkness, little Luobo transformed into a black flood dragon wrapping around the black-haired man. However, the black-haired man’s mana was limitless. Despite the little one’s mysterious nature and the possibility of being the reincarnated second Demon Ancestor, it was still young—how could it withstand the black-haired man’s attacks?

"Come back! I don’t want you to die, I don’t want you to die. Will you come back?" The Bright Pope, Shika, watched the man she loved about to perish, her heart wrenching with agony. But... although she was not far from Lin Zifeng, it felt like a thousand rivers lay between them, forever untouchable.

"Lin Zifeng! Do you remember the melody you played for me at Bright Right Sea?" Shika shouted.

Continually falling into the darkness, Lin Zifeng smiled calmly, "Play it for me once more."

They already fell into that endless darkness, as the shattered hole in the darkness began to slowly heal. The black hole grew smaller, Lin Zifeng’s figure becoming increasingly distant...

"Lin!"

The handsome man lunged forward just as the black hole had shrunk to the size of a fist, too small to allow entry.

"Heavenly Painting Halberd! Seal for me!" With a clear shout, Lin Zifeng finally punched the halberd out of the endless darkness. The fist-sized black hole slowly closed, and Lin Zifeng disappeared from sight.

The endless dark cavity closed up, and Lin Zifeng perished alongside the king of the eighteenth level of Hell.

When the world quieted down, it was all over.

The Dark Prison was not destroyed, and from this battle, Lin Zifeng died, though everyone else survived.

Staring at the mended endless darkness, the Bright Pope hovered, tears streaming from her eyes, powerless as she watched him vanish, powerless as she watched him die, and fall into that endless Abyss...

The handsome man was dumbfounded, watching Lin Zifeng perish and disappear before him, utterly helpless. Could it be that this was truly the end?

Is it truly the end?

As the Soul Returning Melody began to play, all attention shifted to the Bright Pope, this legendary woman who held unparalleled status in the West, now playing like any ordinary woman. This melody was originally played for her by Lin Zifeng at Bright Right Sea, and the Bright Pope later memorized its tune.

She often played it when alone, never imagining that the last occasion would be a perpetual farewell to Lin Zifeng...

The Soul Returning Battle Song was taught to Lin Zifeng by the old man; the tune was sorrowful, full of heroic children’s soulful power, yet it was also complex and despairing.

This battle left everyone grateful to a young Eastern genius, imprinting Lin Zifeng’s name in their memories forever.

Buzz!

Suddenly...

A blinding beam of sanguine light surged from the sky, and the halo expanded infinitely. The Heavenly Painting Halberd enlarged tens of times, and with a clang, it fell to the charred ground, its shaft embedded heavily into the earth.

As the sanguine light faded, the previously dark shaft emitted crackling sounds, and gradually grayish-black stiff stones surfaced. In a short time, stone fragments covered the heavenly black-steel-colored Heavenly Painting Halberd, and as the stones increased, all the halberd’s sharp qi vanished.

Droplets of crystal-clear blood seeped from the shaft, as if lamenting the separation from Lin Zifeng. It self-sealed to guard this entrance until the day Lin Zifeng could walk out alive.

"It’s unimaginable for a Holy Artifact to have such emotion, longing for its master. Alas, a top talent among the young generation has fallen, and it’s unlikely we’ll see such a genius in the next five hundred years."

"The Eastern prodigy has fallen, it’s truly a pity."

"However, his name will be engraved in history forever, though not comparable to Liu Shen, his legacy remains for the great righteousness of the Human Race. Generations will remember him among all cultivators."

Even the Supreme Emperor, witnessing this scene, felt awe for Lin Zifeng. For everyone’s safety, he disregarded everything, sacrificing his own life—such noble righteousness is beyond ordinary people. For the Supreme Emperor, at least, it was unattainable.

.........

Meanwhile, in the chairman’s office at Huayu Group in Zhonghai City.

"Bang!"

With the sound of a cup dropping, Nangong Bing involuntarily stepped back two paces, just moments ago, realizing her heart suddenly recalled Lin Zifeng.

In a moment of bewilderment, the cup slipped from her hand, crashing heavily onto the floor.

Staring at the shattered cup now a pile of fragments, Nangong Bing’s cold and charming brows furrowed instinctively twice, and as she reached out to pick up the pieces, a sharp fragment sliced her finger, and blood streamed over her fingertip.

What’s more... the Star Ring on her finger strangely twitched.

A foreboding feeling surged within her, thundering in her heart, leading to a cascade of wild imaginings.

"Lin Zifeng, Lin Zifeng, what happened to you? Where are you now?"

In her heart, Nangong Bing called his name repeatedly, but no matter how she called out, he was no longer there, nor could he hear.

This left Nangong Bing in a daze all day, sitting in the chairman’s office, daydreaming the entire day.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhang Mengjie awoke suddenly from a nightmare, sitting upright in bed, cold sweat dripping from her forehead. Just moments ago, she dreamt a terrifying nightmare, witnessing Lin Zifeng being killed before her eyes.

Before dying, his hollow and despairing gaze felt vivid, as if truly before her eyes. The dream was real, so real it seemed to have just occurred.

No matter how she comforted herself, saying it was merely a nightmare, it had no effect whatsoever.

Quickly getting out of bed, she found a bottle of strong liquor. Regardless of its potency, she picked it up, guzzling a few mouthfuls. The potent alcohol stung her eyes, causing tears to flow, yet she couldn’t calm down.