The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

"Becoming a god isn't particularly difficult."

When they heard what Jiang Liujing said, everyone's originally serious expressions cracked in an instant.

Mo Ya looked at him speechlessly: "Xiao Jing, you..."

Is this in Versailles? Is this in Versailles?

There aren't even a few people on the mainland who can reach the twelfth level. How come Jiang Liujing said it was so easy?

Chi coughed lightly, and Jiang Liujing paused before explaining, "Becoming a god is no different from our current cultivation methods. With enough magic power, breaking through that threshold, one naturally becomes a god. It's just that in a natural state, no living creature can obtain and contain that level of magic power."

Whether it is human beings or mythical beasts, as long as they have a body, they are inevitably subject to the limitations of the flesh.

The number of magical veins determines the talent of a being, but also traps them from reaching higher heights.

But Jiang Liujing was different. Although he was a dark elf, his body was different from any other creature from the moment he was born.

His entire existence was like a simple collection of magic power, without even a magical vein. As long as he could continuously obtain magic power, he could continue to evolve and become stronger, with no upper limit.

"The magic power obtained through normal means cannot keep up with the speed at which the continent is being devoured by pollution. All races will disappear before I can break through. But I discovered that the black mist also contains energy that can be absorbed, and all the black mist comes from that rift, so..."

Jiang Liujing blinked, revealing a somewhat innocent expression.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Based on their years of understanding of Jiang Liujing, every time this beautiful boy with a sweet and obedient appearance shows such an expression, it means that he is about to cause trouble.

Wen Xun thought directly from the perspective of actively seeking death, and said doubtfully, "You didn't run into that crevice by yourself, did you?"

Jiang Liujing glanced at him quietly with his clear dark pupils.

Everyone: "..."

That’s right. Absolutely.

"You are really this." Mo Ya gave Jiang Liujing a thumbs up in admiration.

After discovering the enemy's base camp, he rushed in directly. This level of operation generally has only two results: either he becomes a god or he becomes a corpse.

No one knows what the outcome will be before trying it, but Jiang Liujing actually dared to do it.

Mo Ya felt that he should no longer think that the magic warriors were reckless men. Compared with Jiang Liujing, they were so calm, composed and introverted!

Chu Zhou thought of a question: "Haven't you signed a contract with Chi at that time? Didn't he stop you?"

"I stopped him, but I knocked him out." Jiang Liujing spoke in a lower voice, not daring to look at Chi behind him.

In order to prevent the irrational Chi from rushing into the abyss, he set up a restrictive formation after knocking him out, trapping Chi in his tribe's hometown. This operation stunned all of Chi's tribesmen at the time.

But they didn't stop him either, because everyone knew what Jiang Liujing was going to do.

There is not even anyone who can accompany him on this journey. Even the most powerful fantasy beast will go crazy in an instant if it enters the abyss directly.

Only he can go, and he must go.

The young man clothed in the glory of God must shoulder equal responsibilities and missions.

It was Cyrus who finally took him to the edge of the continent.

Unlike Chi, Cyrus never said "don't go" to Jiang Liujing from beginning to end, even though he was the one who knew the truth that Jiang Liujing was not a god.

He had no way to speak. When a lie is told too truthfully, it can no longer be undone.

Given his current identity and status, he cannot be the one to say "no" no matter what.

He could only see Jiang Liujing off in silence, watching the boy's long black hair swaying behind him, looking very relaxed.

It doesn't feel like a choice between death and becoming a god, but more like embarking on a free journey.

"Goodbye, Cyrus. Thank you for taking me away from the cabin. I had a great time during this time."

At the last moment, Jiang Liujing waved goodbye to him.

They all knew that this departure might be a farewell forever.

Whether he dies or becomes a god, Jiang Liujing will never be the same person he is now.

The friend who once brought him out of the cabin has now come to say goodbye.

Amid the sound of wind and waves, Cyrus' throat was extremely dry. He stared at Jiang Liujing's smile, which was as blameless as ever, and could not utter a word.

He didn't understand why Jiang Liujing didn't hate him.

If he had not asked Jiang Liujing to cooperate with his plan, Jiang Liujing would not have to face the current situation where he can only move forward and not retreat.

Even the decision to go to the rift was made by Jiang Liujing himself, and did not put Cyrus in the dilemma of choosing between the identities of his friends.

He was always so considerate and kind, to the point that Cyrus couldn't accept it.

Why can he be so calm and composed?

Why wasn't he afraid of dying there?

Why could he face their separation so calmly?

Looking at the boy's back as he turned and was about to leave, Cyrus's rationality suddenly collapsed. He blurted out "Don't go" and ran forward to grab the boy's arm.

However, the hand that had once reached out to him in the wooden house passed him by this time.

Cyrus could only watch the young man's figure falling from the cliff like a kite with a broken string, falling into the sea. In the blink of an eye, he was swept by the ocean current, sucked into the dark abyss, swallowed up, and disappeared.

He stood alone on the cliff, in a high position, just like his current position above everyone else.

Safe, respected, and free from threats, he had everything he had ever hoped for.

However, the sound of the wind in his ears was endless and noisy, and the coldness came from all directions, freezing his heart and blood.

The strong wind blew up the waves, and Cyrus stood there for a long time.

A few drops of contaminated black water splashed out and fell into his eyes, and he just wiped his eyes mechanically.

Why is it always like this? He has to lose one thing in order to exchange it for something else he wants?

……

After Jiang Liujing entered the rift, the black fog was still raging on the continent, and all living beings were still resisting to the best of their ability.

Even though there are still a lot of deaths.

Even though I still don’t know when the end will come.

But when they observed the gradually shrinking scope of the crack, everyone seemed to be injected with the confidence and strength to keep trying.

They are not making meaningless sacrifices and struggles, the balance of victory is tilting towards them.

My dear child, the sun is about to set, but do not be afraid of the night coming.

Because it will not be an eternal night, the dawn will still rise as usual in the new day.

Pray to the great God.

Ask for shelter and guidance on the way forward.

Wait until the day He returns invincible.

May you live a hundred years and thousands of years, and the mountains and seas wish you all the best.