Traveling to the future, the story with the orc king

At that moment, the originally peaceful sky suddenly seemed to be torn apart, and thick, dazzling purple lightning bolts snaked out like giant dragons. These lightning bolts flashed with a heart-pounding purple light, as if containing endless power and majesty.

Along with the deafening roar of thunder, a mysterious voice, neither joyful nor sad, as if it came from the heavens, resounded through the sky: "Bold monster, you must be killed!"

Before he could finish his words, purple lightning rained down like a dense raindrop, each one carrying the power to annihilate the heavens and earth. The Soul-Devouring Purple Flame, which had been calmly spreading its vines, now ignited with anger, fighting against the merciless lightning.

After all, it was still unable to withstand the power of the lightning blade that carried the might of heaven and earth. As the purple lightning struck the Soul-Devouring Purple Flame fiercely, the Soul-Devouring Purple Flame was finally split into pieces, turning into countless fragments that floated in the air.

What was left at the end was the unwilling voice of Soul-Devouring Zi Yan echoing in the air: "Why...why..." This voice was full of resentment and despair, which moved people.

"Go back..." Although these two words were spoken lightly, they contained an irresistible majesty, like an insurmountable chasm, forcibly driving Lin Ziyu's consciousness out of this mysterious space.

"What you've witnessed is the final destination of the Soul-Devouring Purple Flame..." A long sigh echoed, the voice seeming to carry endless regret and unwillingness. Then, "I hope you can use your own strength, carry this power, and rewrite the predetermined fate."

When Lin Ziyu's consciousness slowly returned to his body, he suddenly heard an anxious cry in his ears: "Master, please wake up quickly! Master Long can't hold on any longer!" He suddenly opened his eyes and quickly looked around at the surrounding environment.

Not far away, Long Yan was seen fighting alone on a fierce battlefield. His opponents were the immensely powerful Soul-Devouring Demon Insect King and the equally formidable Spirit-Devouring Demon Insect King. Long Yan's body was covered in wounds, blood oozing from his wounds, staining his clothes red. Every swing of his sword seemed laborious; every step he took, his body swayed involuntarily, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Lin Ziyu stood up, summoned his spirit sword, and attacked the Soul Devouring Demon Insect King from behind, calling out in his heart, "Purple Flame...Purple Flame..."

A vine of Soul-Devouring Purple Flame emerged from Lin Ziyu's sleeve, and a purple flower opened, "Little brother, you called me!" It sensed the presence of the Soul-Devouring Demon Worm, and the vine flew towards the Soul-Devouring Demon Worm.

Lin Ziyu quickly caught the shaky and about to fall Long Yan. He quickly pulled out an extremely precious healing pill from his arms and carefully placed it to Long Yan's bloodless lips. He shouted anxiously, "Brother Yan, quickly swallow this pill!"

At this moment, Long Yan, with the last bit of consciousness, looked at the anxious Lin Ziyu in front of him, and with difficulty, he forced a faint smile. However, before the smile could fully unfold, with a "puff..." sound, Long Yan suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then closed his eyes tightly and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"Brother Yan..." Lin Ziyu gazed at the unconscious Long Yan, his heart aching as he called out his name in agony. He could clearly feel the already faint vitality within Long Yan's body fading bit by bit, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. This feeling of powerlessness filled Lin Ziyu with an unprecedented sadness and anger, his emotions spreading in all directions like a surging tide.

Soul Devouring Purple Flame sensed the intense emotional fluctuations emanating from Lin Ziyu. Sensing Lin Ziyu's concern for Long Yan's safety and his uncontrollable rage, it couldn't help but reveal its own anger.

For a moment, the entire space was enveloped in an oppressive and tense atmosphere. Countless purple vines appeared, attacking all living things around them.

"Run away..." the Soul-Devouring Demon Insect King shouted, and the Spirit-Devouring Demon Insect King and the Soul-Devouring Demon Insect King turned around and ran.

Lin Ziyu held Long Yan in his arms, his eyes icy as he gazed at the two fleeing Demonic Insect Kings. Vines of the Soul-Devouring Purple Flame quickly wrapped around the surrounding trees, forming a barrier that blocked their path. "Thinking of running? You hurt him, and you'll pay the price today." Lin Ziyu's voice was low but resolute.

The two Demon Insect Kings exchanged a horrified glance, then frantically charged towards Zi Yan's vine barrier, attempting to break through it. Soul Devouring Zi Yan increased his strength, and the vines became even tougher, their spikes piercing the Demon Insect Kings' bodies.

Lin Ziyu set Long Yan aside and, holding his spirit sword, walked towards the trapped Demon Insect Kings. His spiritual energy surged wildly, and the spirit sword shone brightly. "This is justice for Brother Yan." He swung the spirit sword, and the sharp sword energy instantly slashed at the two Demon Insect Kings.

Seeing they couldn't escape, the Soul Devouring Demon Insect King and the Soul Devouring Demon Insect King chose to self-destruct. With two loud "bangs," a powerful energy storm struck.

Lin Ziyu's body gradually dissipated in the energy storm, and his consciousness entered a state of emptiness.

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Didi... Didi...

A sharp and rapid alarm suddenly sounded, instantly shattering the quiet atmosphere of the hospital. This piercing sound was like a death warrant, making people's hearts tense.

A young doctor sprang to action upon hearing the noise, his nimble figure dashing towards the ward where the alarm had sounded like an arrow from a bowstring. His steps were hurried yet steady, and in the blink of an eye he was already inside the ward.

When his eyes fell on the hospital bed, he was startled. A haggard figure lay there, gazing around in a daze. Those eyes, which should have been clear and bright, now seemed dim, revealing a hint of confusion and helplessness.

The doctor gathered his composure and carefully examined the patient. At first, the patient's face showed a look of surprise, as if he was completely unfamiliar with the surroundings he found himself in. Then, as if a flood of memories suddenly flooded back to him, his eyes gradually became clearer.

Looking at the patient who had finally woken up, the doctor sighed softly and said in a teasing tone, "Lin Ziyu, you've slept for so long, and you're finally willing to open your eyes." Although there was a hint of relief in his words, they also contained concern and worry about the patient's condition.

"You're lucky. You didn't suffer any vital injuries, but you slept for a year..."

A few days later, Lin Ziyu was discharged from the hospital and sat in the living room of his home, looking at his home that felt familiar yet somewhat strange.

"Am I dreaming this?"

"Master, enter the space..."

"who……"

"I am the weapon spirit Lin Xin!"

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