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The side hall of the temple is a storage room. The things stored inside have lost their divine power and have become ordinary things.

In the corner of a deep, dimly lit storage room, an old, dusty shelf stood quietly. It seemed to carry the weight of time and memories, appearing particularly heavy. Scrolls stacked layer upon layer on the shelf, like an ancient mountain of books.

Sadly, however, the scrolls at the top had long since weathered and become brittle. Like leaves forgotten by time, they shattered into countless fragments at the slightest touch. The scrolls below were in no better condition, similarly suffering varying degrees of weathering. The once clear patterns were now blurred, as if shrouded by a mysterious veil, preventing anyone from glimpsing their secrets.

Instead, among the scrolls scattered around, Chu Yun found one that was relatively well-preserved, but with some missing parts. Picking it up, he found that its texture and feel were identical to the piece of cloth, and the signs of damage also matched.

[Testing...Test completed, material similarity is over 99.9%.]

Chu Jun took out the cloth. The cloth had lost its luster and now when placed together with the scroll it looked like an ordinary broken cloth scroll. Chu Jun injected some divine power into it but there was no reaction.

The clue of the cloth was broken, and Chu Jun was a little disappointed. He put the scroll and the cloth together, and just in case, he put all the things in the storage room into his own space.

He used his divine power to scan the temple again, but found nothing useful.

The only valuable thing left in this temple is probably the divine power that has been quietly following Chu Jun.

The divine power now appears in the form of smoke, gathered into a ball, like a doll with a ball of string, and its appearance is surprisingly similar to Pino.

Chu Jun stretched out her fingers towards the small ball of yarn, and the ball became excited. It pulled out a strand of yarn and wrapped it around Chu Jun's fingers. Seeing that Chu Jun had no objection, it pulled out another strand of yarn and curled up Chu Jun's hair.

Faced with Chu Yun's indulgence, the little ball of thread became more and more unruly. Chu Yun felt that it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Chu Jun scolded tentatively, "Stop making trouble." The ball of thread really retracted the thread, curled up into a ball as if it had been wronged, and fell at Chu Jun's feet.

"It really is just like a small animal." Chu Jun reached out and stroked the little ball of yarn's head twice, and it began to jump around again.

[Pino, store him in your energy module and monitor his status at all times]

Although the small ball of thread gave Chu Jun a harmless feeling, Chu Jun did not take it directly into his body out of caution. It would be more appropriate to take it into Pino's body.

【receive. 】

The little ball of thread was very obedient. It didn't resist when Pino swallowed it. It just turned its head and seemed to look at Chu Jun, as if it was reluctant to let go.

I calculated the time and estimated that it was almost dawn outside.

Worried that the guards outside would notice his absence, Chu Jun had to go back first. Reluctantly, he scanned again with his divine power, but unfortunately, he still found nothing more.

Looking for the weak point in the space barrier, Chu Jun wielded a powerful divine power, and the space barrier shattered.

The moment the space barrier was broken, the temple inside lost the support of the small ball of thread and shattered instantly.

Suddenly, the dim space became incredibly bright, as if illuminated by a mysterious light. And those strange fragments, unmotivated by any wind, seemed to possess life, automatically rising into the sky. They danced in the air like light feathers, yet carried an indescribable, eerie aura.

As the fragments continued to rise, they began to shatter, transforming into countless tiny particles. These particles were like tiny stars, flickering with faint light, and eventually dissipated into the endless void, leaving only a dreamlike scene. The entire process was like a life-consuming performance, presented only to Chu Jun.

During this time, Chu Jun also saw the two sculptures, one large and one small. The sculptures flew into the air and shattered along the edges until they spread to the two people's clasped hands.

Chu Jun's heart skipped a beat and he covered his chest with his hands, as if a piece was missing there.

When Chu Jun stepped back onto the shore of the ancient river, he discovered that the surging waves had quietly subsided. The water, once raging like a ferocious beast, now gradually returned to its main channel like a tamed wild horse.

This ancient river is like a kind and gentle guardian, silently accompanying the people of this land as always.

At the break of dawn, Chu Jun went back into his tent.

Chu Jun was so lost in thought, pondering his recent discovery in the temple, that he didn't immediately notice someone else was in his tent. The familiar aura in the tent had made Chu Jun lose his guard.

"You're back. Where did you go last night..." Mo Heng sat on Chu Jun's bed and watched Chu Jun get into the tent. The guard at the door was not alarmed, and he understood what was going on.

"You..." Mo Heng's eyes were dark, and there was no sign of his bed being used. Combined with what he just said, Mo Heng had probably been here for a long time and perhaps had not slept all night.

Chu Jun was pulled into an embrace, with a familiar scent, gentle and strong.

His neck felt a little damp, so Mo Heng put his arms around the boy's waist and pressed his face against his neck.

Only when Mo Heng felt the beating pulse of the person in his arms and smelled the fragrance on the other person's body did his inner irritability gradually subside.

Chu Jun didn't expect Mo Heng to come looking for him. He had just used a trick to avoid the guards, and he didn't know if the other party would suspect anything.

But Chu Jun thought again, what if he knew, he would not hide it forever, it would be exposed sooner or later, so he should just let it go.

Mo Heng hugged Chu Jun and cried quietly, his lips rubbing lightly on the boy's slender white neck.

During the time when he came to look for Chu Jun but found that he was missing, Mo Heng thought about all the possibilities.

Was the boy taken away by someone? Impossible. The guards stationed around Chu Yun's tent were the country's most elite troops. Any movement would arouse their vigilance. No one could get close and then take a living person away.

Maybe he went out? Maybe. Although Chu Jun had been acting like an ordinary teenager during their time together, Mo Heng had read the Kaiyi tribe's report on the divine messenger. Dozens of people in the tribe had witnessed Shaodian suddenly appear in the air and finally fall onto the altar. He was definitely not an ordinary person, and he might really be a person from heaven.

Will he come back? Probably. Chu Jun came here with a clear purpose. He didn't refuse the high priest position imposed on him. It seemed that he was going to stay here for a long time. This was one of the reasons why Mo Heng hadn't been in a hurry to expose the relationship between the two.

When will he come back? It's unclear. Mo Heng found that he didn't know Chu Jun at all. Apart from his name, he knew nothing about his past.

What was he going out for? He didn't know, but Mo Heng guessed it had something to do with the flooding of the ancient river. Back in the study, Chu Jun had clearly been looking for him for something, but after learning about the flood, he kept quiet, saying only that he'd come here to take a look. Perhaps this place was related to the purpose of his trip.

More and more questions swirled in Mo Heng's mind. The longer time passed, the more impatient he became, and the more he suspected Chu Jun would never come back. The thought of this possibility made Mo Heng regret why he hadn't just locked Chu Jun by his side. After all, he could do it, right? But why didn't he come back? Don't you want me anymore? It was clear that the atmosphere between them had been very good these past two days.

As time passed, the light gradually grew stronger, and the once dim interior of the tent began to brighten. The bedding on the bed was also dyed with a light golden yellow, like a beautiful painting unfolding before my eyes. The delicate and soft texture made me want to reach out and touch it, to feel the warmth and comfort it contained.

Yet, Mo Heng's heart seemed enveloped by an endless darkness, growing increasingly gloomy and dim. He felt as if he were trapped in a bottomless black hole, surrounded by a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere. Every thought seemed bound by a heavy haze, unable to escape this boundless, gloomy abyss.

'Once you find him, lock him up with you,' so you don't have to worry about losing him.