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Chapter 29: Keisha and He Xi's Shock



Chapter 29: Keisha and He Xi's Shock

Chapter 29: Keisha and He Xi's Shock

[The ordinary-looking young man doing the dust removal: ? Why isn't anyone saying anything?]

Several minutes had passed since he uploaded the memories. During this time, Chen Feng returned to his room, only to find that there was still no response in the chat group, as if everyone had gone offline.

[Why is your head so pointy? You actually thought of showing them the Commander's battle.]

Black Tower rolled his eyes at Chen Feng's blank expression. How could one just watch an Envoy's battle so casually?

The pressure was immense even for those standing to the side, let alone Chen Feng, who was the main force. The pressure he faced was the greatest. Even with the weakening effect of the chat group, it was still something that ordinary people could not accept.

[The ordinary-looking young man doing the dust removal: ? Oh my god, I really didn't expect that.]

[North of the Milky Way: Is this... the Commander?]

Angel Yan was the first to recover, after all, she had abstained from sex for many years and was in good mental shape.

But Angel Yan lay on the pristine white sheets, feeling the dampness on her back, and fell silent. She was drenched in sweat and her face was deathly pale.

[Yan, what's wrong? Your mental fluctuations were incredibly strong just now. Did something happen?]

Suddenly, the voice of the Queen of Angel Civilization, the Queen of Gods, and the creator of the known cosmic order of justice, rang in Angel Yan's ears.

As her disciple and Holy Left Wing member, Keisha was definitely paying close attention to Yan. She also knew that Yan had joined a chat group, so Keisha was aware of Yan's disconnections these past few days.

But what happened today surprised her greatly. What could have made Yan so agitated?

Angel Yan's fingertips were still trembling slightly, and cold sweat soaked the fabric of her clothes, bringing a chill to her skin.

The voice of Holy Keisha brought her back to her senses.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and turbulent thoughts. Her fingertips traced a path through the air, and a barely perceptible ripple of a wormhole swept over her body, instantly drying her sweat and restoring her to the proper demeanor of the Holy Left Wing.

However, the shock and pallor in her eyes could not be erased immediately.

"Queen Keisha," Yan's voice was slightly hoarse as she respectfully replied in the encrypted communication, "I'm fine."

"Yes—this is a shared message from a chat group." Mr. Chen Feng has just experienced—

An unimaginable battle. He shared fragments of his battle memories with the group members.

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Keisha paused slightly as she leaned lazily against the flowerbed in the back garden.

She had been keeping a close eye on this mysterious "chat group," and Yan, as her left-wing protector and "group member," was the only way for her to understand this mysterious chat group.

She knew that Chen Feng was a powerful being from another universe, but she had never been able to determine just how strong he was. Now that he had released a record of his battle, she was very curious.

"Oh? A battle at the Envoy level?" Keisha's voice remained calm, tinged with a hint of inquisitive interest. "Transfer that memory data to me."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Angel Yan couldn't refuse, but still added a reminder: "But Your Majesty, please be mentally prepared."

"Hmm." Keisha took a deep breath and received the file sent by Angel Yan.

It was unclear how much time had passed—perhaps minutes, perhaps hours—before Keisha finally came to her senses. Like Angel Yan just moments before, her beautiful back was soaked with sweat.

"It's been so many years, sweat—" Keisha murmured, feeling the dampness on her back. The next second, she used her ability to evaporate the sweat, but the horror in her eyes was still undisguised.

"Old hag, it's rare to see you spacing out." A lazy and teasing voice rang out.

Tianji Wang Hexi's figure quietly appeared in the garden, his silver hair flowing like a waterfall, and his azure eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She keenly sensed the extremely subtle energy fluctuations and mental exhaustion remaining on Keisha—something extremely rare for the King of Gods.

Keisha looked up, her deep gaze landing on He Xi. Without any pleasantries, she went straight to the point: "He Xi, I need you to analyze a piece of memory data. It—has overturned my understanding of 'powerful.'"

"Oh?" He Xi raised an eyebrow, Keisha's seriousness made her put away her joking thoughts.

For Keisha to use the word "disruptive," things must be far from simple.

"Whose memories could shake even our King of Gods?"

"Yan's group friend, Chen Feng from another universe." Keisha's voice carried a barely perceptible sigh.

She slightly raised her fingertips, and a soft golden light transmitted the processed memory data stream—which had been partially removed from the direct impact of the destructive will but retained the complete battle footage—to He Xi.

"He has just been through a battle with a formidable foe. This is his perspective."

He Xi didn't say much, closed her eyes, and let her consciousness sink into the vast and intense torrent of memories.

Time seemed to stand still in the garden.

Keisha waited quietly, able to imagine the shock He Xi was going through at that moment.

After a long while, He Xi slowly opened her eyes. Her blue eyes, which were always full of wisdom and curiosity, were now churning with indescribable waves.

There was even a barely perceptible tremor in her fingertips.

"—This is—the Envoy?" Her voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of—longing?

"Yes," Keisha nodded, her voice deep and strong, "protection."

"This is the name of the Star God's destiny that Chen Feng represents. It is also the embodiment of the will to protect. What he protects is not a certain royal power, nor the hegemony of a certain ideology, but the cornerstone of life itself—the homeland and the spark of civilization."

She stood up, walked to the edge of the garden, and looked at the brilliant starry sky of the Merlo Heaven: "He Xi, we have always been promoting justice and order, judging evil, and protecting the weak."

"This is itself a form of protection, but the protection that Chen Feng demonstrates" is more primal, purer, and also more—grand. It doesn't interfere in the internal affairs of civilization, nor does it forcibly define good and evil.

"It does only one thing: in the face of the destructive tide, it builds an unbreakable wall, allowing life within to breathe and continue. Built here, it preserves and endures"—these eight words, imbued with a spirit that moves me deeply.

She paused, her tone becoming more profound: "Yan is in the group. She has come into contact with a power that we have never encountered before. That guardian envoy named Chen Feng may be the future of angels."

"Hey, you old hag, you don't need to change your mind so quickly."

He Xi was stunned by this statement. They had never even met him, and he might not even know them. Keisha said he was the future of angels. Wasn't that a bit too much of an exaggeration?

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