"Alright, stop lingering here. Is your work so idle?"
Before Jiang Lin could ask further, the old senior from the Black Abyss began to usher him away.
"The food is gone. Hurry up, hurry up. Remember to bring more delicious food next time you visit."
Jiang Lin paused, then understood.
He had likely touched upon a topic that couldn't be spoken of, or one the other party was unwilling to discuss further.
However, having learned so much,
His trip wouldn't have been in vain, even without system rewards.
He stood up, gathering the placemats, food containers, and plates from the ground.
Then, he cupped his hands towards the cliff, "Thank you, senior, for chatting with me for so long. This junior will take his leave now."
"Next time I come, I'll bring you more good food."
Seeing him leave so decisively, the old senior from the Black Abyss couldn't help but call out:
"Wait."
Jiang Lin turned back, "Does the senior have any other matters?"
"Cough, cough..."
The old senior from the Black Abyss cleared his throat and said, "You kid, you have divine power within you, right?"
"Although I don't know how you obtained it, I see that the two forces within you are quite harmonious.
If you have the chance, why not try to fuse them together."
"Fuse them together?" Jiang Lin blinked.
Ghost energy and divine power?
These two forces were entirely different.
He had never heard of anyone being able to cultivate both forces within their body simultaneously.
The reason he possessed them was due to the drifting bottle mission issued by the system.
He also found it miraculous that the two forces could coexist peacefully within his body.
He could only attribute it to the system's power.
"Yes, fuse them together. If you can't fuse them, then forget it."
The old senior from the Black Abyss said impatiently, "Consider it repayment for the meal you just had. Go now, go now."
"Thank you, senior."
Jiang Lin cupped his hands and thanked him sincerely.
This time, the senior did not call out to stop him again until he had flown out of the Black Abyss's range.
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"Fuse the two forces together?"
Jiang Lin pondered as he flew towards Roland Residential Area.
Who was that old senior?
Why could he stay in the Black Abyss for so long? And who was the person he promised?
Were there such existences recorded in the Underworld Archives?
The night wind whistled.
Jiang Lin flew over the mountainous wilderness and entered the airspace above the bustling streets.
The moment Roland Residential Area appeared in his sight, a flash of inspiration struck him.
There were!
In the archives, there was a record of an existence whose age and appearance were unknown.
One that could not be remembered, could not be mentioned... That Being.
Was the person the old senior from the Black Abyss promised that one?
What kind of existence was that?
Jiang Lin couldn't help but feel a trace of curiosity.
In a blink of an eye, he arrived at Roland Residential Area.
And entered Building Number Five.
The trace of ghost energy on the door lock showed no movement; it seemed no one had entered.
"Divine power and ghost energy..."
Jiang Lin felt the trace of divine power within him.
The golden divine power remained tranquil amidst the vast ghost energy.
The two did not interfere with each other, completely independent.
Yet, they exuded a certain harmony.
"For that senior to propose this idea, did he see someone like this before?"
Someone who could fuse divine power and ghost energy?
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...
"Hachoo~!"
Just as Jiang Lin was chatting with the old senior from the Black Abyss.
In the Underworld, within the King of Hell's palace.
Yan Luo, who was reviewing documents, sneezed.
She muttered, "Who's badmouthing me?"
The assistant beside her heard this and thought, who would dare to badmouth the King of Hell.
If you overheard it, wouldn't you be scared to death?
"Where were you just now?"
Yan Luo asked without looking up, "Did Jiang Lin broadcast the Qilin?"
Assistant: "Yes. And the formation process of [Spiritual Essence]."
"Even these have been broadcasted..."
Yan Luo murmured, wasn't the authority of this generation's broadcasters too great?
These things had never been broadcasted before.
Logically, it was determined which broadcasters could broadcast what and which could not before confirming their identities.
Why did Jiang Lin have such great power?
Could it be that the esteemed figure felt it was time?
Time for the human world to know all this?
In the King of Hell's palace.
Yan Luo fell into deep thought.
The assistant beside her said nothing further.
For a moment, the only sound in the hall was the rustling of papers.
Rustle—
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In the human world,
When Jiang Lin returned to Roland Residential Area, it was already late.
As the first hint of dawn appeared in the sky, the quiet residential area was filled with the sounds of alarm clocks and washing.
Jiang Lin, who had been meditating on his bed, also opened his eyes.
Last night, he had been observing the two forces within him, checking for any possibility of fusion.
Although he didn't feel any repulsion, he still didn't attempt it immediately.
The houses in the human world were of average durability. If anything went wrong during the fusion process,
He feared the entire building would be damaged.
The incident with the beginner training room was still vivid in his memory.
Because of a breakthrough in his cultivation, he had poked a hole in the ceiling of the training room.
He had to pay a hefty ten thousand冥币 and five hundred soul stones.
Therefore, even if he wanted to try, he would have to go to an advanced training room.
Seeing that the time was almost right,
Jiang Lin put away his thoughts, took out his work log,
And began to assign the day's work for Team Eighteen.
After assigning tasks, he went to patrol and check on the team members' work progress.
The morning passed quickly.
At noon.
He took a taxi to the vicinity of Shen Jie's company and invited him out for a big meal.
During the meal, Shen Jie was surprised.
"Brother Jiang, didn't you say last night that you'd treat me to a big meal after you finished your work?"
Jiang Lin: "I'm done with my work."
"So soon?!"
Shen Jie blinked, then seemed to realize something.
Brother Jiang's work was probably the kind that involved night operations, whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Like assassination missions, protection tasks, and so on.
"Brother Jiang, you don't need to say anything, I understand. Your line of work has too strict confidentiality; saying anything would be a violation."
At this point, Jiang Lin was already accustomed to his imaginative behavior.
He nodded upon hearing this and didn't say much more.
"It's good that you understand."
"By the way, I might not be able to use my phone often from now on, and I'll probably be moving out of Roland Residential Area."
Shen Jie nodded while eating the big meal, "I understand, special jobs are like that."
"Sometimes I can't come out for half a year or even a year..."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Jiang Lin earnestly.
"Brother Jiang, the road of life is long, the mountains and rivers are vast, you must take care!"
Nowadays, although everything is convenient.
There are phones and airplanes.
But many people, once separated, drift further and further apart.
They might not contact each other even once in three to five years.
Not to mention Brother Jiang's job, no one knows who will come first, accidents or tomorrow.
"Surviving is the hard truth!"
Shen Jie said this very seriously and sincerely.
If one ignored the grease on his mouth, and the unfinished pork knuckle in his hand, the scene would have been even more picturesque.
Jiang Lin nodded, "You too, live well."
Shen Jie readily agreed, "Yes, let's all live well."
"Next time we meet, it'll be my treat. We'll go to the food street to eat, hahaha..."
Shen Jie was self-aware.
With his income, plus Jiang Lin's big appetite...
He could only afford to treat him at a roadside snack street.
If they were to have a big meal like the one they were having now, he would probably go bankrupt.
At this moment, Shen Jie still believed that he would live longer than Brother Jiang.
Because his job and living environment were much safer than Brother Jiang's.
And there were fewer opportunities for serious injuries.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin was also thinking.
Comparing his lifespan with Shen Jie's lifespan...
Their next meeting must be within a hundred years.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to afford a meal.
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