I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Sammer's anger was provoked to its peak by the Dark Flame Dragon. This blood feud spanning millions of years was like boiling oil, completely burning away the last bit of reason that remained in Him. His anger also extended to Fang Wuwei. At this moment, he did not hesitate to self-destruct his own source. Even though he was already in a weakened state, Sammer was determined to severely injure Fang Wuwei as well.

But Fang Wuwei was not afraid at all. He prepared a simple suppression spell and activated his fire talent to prevent his hand from being burned to coals immediately. He reached out and grasped Sammer's core essence, hoping to temporarily seal his abilities in this way, thereby creating distance and preparing his tactics again.

Even with the protection of the Fire Talent's authority and the weakening effect of the suppression array, Fang Wuwei's skin still carbonized, cracked, and peeled off the moment it touched him, revealing the charred muscles and bones underneath.

But Fang Wuwei achieved his goal.

But the moment Fang Wuwei directly touched Sammer's core essence and applied the suppression spell, in addition to the excruciating pain of his skin being torn open, he also felt that his fire talent resonated somewhat with Sammer's primordial holy fire.

This resonance, however, became Sammer's weapon to attack Fang Wuwei. As the god of fire, his authority over fire far exceeded that of Fang Wuwei. Sammer, sensing this authority, quickly made use of it and actually manipulated it to output magic power to himself, just like a drop of water returning to the sea or a child fire meeting its mother fire, which was a natural and logical process.

Having obtained Fang Wuwei's magic power, the Eight-Colored Ghost Flame, which had been weakened by the self-destruction of its origin, immediately burst into flames and recovered considerably. Fang Wuwei's face went numb when he saw this.

He had thought that even if this authority wasn't high, it would still be useful in his confrontation with Summer... Although it did allow him to escape Summer's attacks several times, who knew it would be like this now.

With his origins healed, Sammer no longer hesitated. The eight-colored ghostly fire immediately expanded, like a blooming flower of death, or a giant maw of fire ready to devour anyone, swallowing Fang Wuwei whole.

Only after all this was over did the Dark Flame Dragon God rush to the scene, delivering a heavy Shadow Strike towards Sammer, and then unsurprisingly being absorbed. Seeing Fang Wuwei being devoured, the Dark Nightmare Envoy could no longer stand by and flew rapidly toward them.

The Dark Flame Dragon God's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. The magic circle set up by the Dark Nightmare Envoy was rapidly dimming, and it seemed that time was about to run out. The connection between Sammer and the Abyss would be restored... If that happened, all their efforts so far would be in vain, and in the end they would still have to face a Sammer at its peak...

This guy is still so hard to kill... I can only hope that guy really has a way.

The Dark Flame Dragon God's gaze pierced through the colorful primordial flames of Sammer, revealing the scene within. Strangely, Fang Wuwei was indeed completely engulfed inside the flames. Half of his face was severely burned, charred and terrifying, and his remaining left hand was even more gruesome. Yet, Fang Wuwei was still alive and had not suffered any further harm.

Fang Wuwei inside was not injured further, while Sammer also stopped moving, did not launch any further attacks, did not roar angrily, did not continue to draw power from the abyss, and did not utter any more wails or cries. He simply floated quietly in mid-air as before.

What does this mean? Why did they both suddenly stop moving?

The Dark Flame Dragon God was also puzzled, but he dared not act rashly. Fang Wuwei was still inside him and was attacking randomly, which might hurt him. He also knew that Sammer's sudden silence was definitely related to Fang Wuwei. So the Dark Flame Dragon God had no choice but to hold back for the time being and see what Fang Wuwei had up his sleeve.

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Inside the flame.

In the instant he was swallowed up, Fang Wuwei's vision went black, and he lost all perception of the outside world.

When Fang Wuwei opened his eyes again, he suddenly realized that he was no longer in the abyss. What came into view was the familiar off-white ceiling of his own living room.

The scene before him was so different from the sticky, disgusting abyss that Fang Wuwei suddenly realized he was fast asleep on his own sofa.

The familiar ceiling and the familiar decor made it clear that I was in my own home.

What happened? Why did I die in the abyss and still teleport back to my spawn point?

My hand...my hand is healed, my severed arm has regenerated, and the burns have disappeared without a trace...

Just as Fang Wuwei was puzzled and stunned, he felt a heaviness on his body. Looking down, he saw a pink blanket covering him, and under the blanket, a little girl was lying on top of him, fast asleep with her hands tightly clutching the front of her clothes.

The little girl was very small, looking no more than three or four years old. She slept in a rather unrestrained posture, sprawled out on her back. Her eyelashes were long and thick, and her little face was as delicate as a porcelain doll. Even at such a young age, she was clearly a beauty in the making and very cute.

What is this again?

Completely bewildered, Fang Wuwei gently sat up and patted the little girl on his body softly, preparing to wake her up and check on her.

"woke up?"

But just then, a gentle and soft voice came from behind him. Fang Wuwei recognized the voice very well. Then a figure sat down beside him, looking at him with tender eyes.

Although his hair had grown longer, his figure had become much fuller, and his physique had grown considerably, Fang Wuwei would never fail to recognize that face and those beautiful, emerald-like eyes.

Camphor leaves...

At this point, even if Fang Wuwei were stupid, he should have realized that he had been dragged into an illusion by Sammer. His consciousness was still somewhat blurred, which meant that Sammer was trying to invade his memories and make him sink into it, but he seemed to have resisted.

but......

Even so, Fang Wuwei couldn't help but look at Zhang Ye in front of him. The Zhang Ye sitting in front of him now was very different from the one in his memory. Her hair had grown much longer, reaching down to her shoulders, and she seemed to have grown much taller as well. However, her face still had the same gentle expression.

She has changed, but not in appearance, but in temperament. The naivety of a young girl has faded, replaced by a gentle tranquility that belongs to a wife and mother. Her face still carries the gentle smile that Fang Wuwei is most familiar with, only it is deeper, warmer, and more moving.

Beneath her loose loungewear, her lower abdomen was clearly bulging with a rounded curve, indicating that she was at least four or five months pregnant. So, it seemed that the little girl in his arms was also his daughter.

So, in this illusion, "he" and "Camphor Leaf" got married, had a daughter, and... a second child was in the womb.

In that instant, for some reason, an idea suddenly popped into Fang Wuwei's mind...

Damn, thank goodness it wasn't that damned effeminate Yuuta in the illusion this time, that would be too terrifying.

"What are you thinking about?"

In the dream, Zhang Ye leaned close intimately, resting her head on Fang Wuwei's shoulder. Then, she slowly reached out and grasped Fang Wuwei's free hand, gently holding it in her palm and slowly kneading it. She then touched her lower abdomen, feeling a warm and firm sensation under her palm, and could even vaguely feel a faint rhythm.

Fang Wuwei ignored the camphor leaf. He was a little confused about what Sammer was trying to do and kept looking around at his surroundings.

This illusion is terrifyingly realistic, with every detail meticulously crafted.

A shoe cabinet had been added at the entrance of his house, displaying the shoes of his family of three. On top of it was their family photo, the background of which seemed to be an amusement park. He was holding his daughter, and Zhangye, who was not yet heavily pregnant, was nestled beside him. All three of them were smiling brightly.

There was also a car key for a certain brand hanging on the wall; Fang Wuwei was never used to driving such things.

Every nook and cranny of the house, and all the furniture with sharp edges, was covered with a corner protector. The kitchen was stocked with milk powder and nutritious rice cereal, and there was a baby chair next to the dining table. The walls were covered with graffiti that couldn't be washed off. Even his Stone Wing hadn't escaped his clutches, and it was covered with childlike drawings—suns, flowers, and crooked little people.

Everything here seemed so real and warm, everything was so beautiful... Whether it was the people around him or this simple happiness, it even briefly stunned Fang Wuwei for a moment.

His hand was still being caressed by the camphor leaves beside him, the soft, warm hand moving back and forth on his, gently feeling everything about him. She smiled softly, rubbed her head against his neck like a kitten, and then slowly spoke...

"Is this your dream? Your wish? A wonderful marriage? A perfect family? A peaceful and happy daily life?"

But her words instantly interrupted all of Fang Wuwei's thoughts.

Fang Wuwei slowly turned around to look at Zhang Ye beside him. He saw that her face still had the same smile, calm and gentle, and her voice was the same as before, but the words she said instantly pulled Fang Wuwei back to reality.

"I thought you had lofty ambitions in joining forces with the Dark Flame Dragon, but I didn't expect your wish to be so ordinary? This is what I don't understand. Why did you want to join forces with the Dark Flame Dragon?"

“Sammer…”

Sammer's voice faded into the distance, and then, without warning, the camphor leaves beside him suddenly burst into flames. Her delicate and lovely face instantly turned to ash, and the flames burned his palm along with her hand, causing an excruciating pain.

The next moment, everything around him instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The purest flames swept everything away in an instant, and terrifying heat waves kept surging in. Under this flame, Fang Wuwei's body kept changing. He felt the pain of his right hand shattering again, and the skin on his face began to char again, just as he should have looked.

Finally, the blazing flames engulfed him, consumed the child in his arms, and burned him to ashes. Fang Wuwei simply watched calmly until, finally, a burst of violent lightning erupted from his body.

"enough."

The raging thunder that erupted from his body dispersed everything, extinguished the sea of ​​fire, and restored sight to him.

He was no longer in an illusion, but in a pure white space.

"You've changed my opinion of you."

Sammer's voice came from not far away, but this time, there was no uncontrollable pain and sorrow in his voice, nor was there a cacophony of voices overlapping each other. It was just a simple, ordinary voice, utterly calm.

Fang Wuwei looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure standing there, quietly watching him.