Chapter 1620: The Fate of the Strong Cannot Be Changed

Jiang Ning's behavior just now was too abnormal, as if she had anticipated something, knowing the danger in advance and even trying to block it.

But Mo Long Lao Zu was too powerful, the level difference exceeded 2000 levels, leaving no room for any counterattack.

Jiang Ning's eyes turned red, she shook her head and said: "I don't know either, but I was just scared, as if I saw you suffering serious injury. I should have forced you to go offline, sorry, sorry..."

Xiao Feng's talent is the ability everyone envies; just a single eighth-rank talent would already be enough to roam the heavens, and he has two, which is simply heaven-defying.

But everyone didn't know that what he just lost was actually three eighth-rank talents.

"What on earth happened? What exactly just happened?" Xing Yun Miao listened to their conversation, but she didn't understand the meaning at all.

If he were only killed once, logically he shouldn't react this strongly.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, his gaze swept over many companions and friends, and he suddenly felt a bit weary.

He sighed: "My talent has been erased."

"What!"

"How is this possible!"

"Talent? You mean the one that multiplies damage by ten thousand?"

Everyone cried out in shock, all frightened by this sudden change.

The crowd remained silent for a long time.

Everyone realized the seriousness of the matter.

Talent is one of the most important components of strength; after losing his talent, his strength will surely plummet greatly.

Xiao Feng, who once could single-handedly resist countless powerful enemies, may never return...

Perhaps someone secretly gloated over his misfortune.

But most people felt a heavy weight in their hearts.

Without such a top-tier powerhouse, an invincible presence, the future ten-thousand-race hegemony battle will definitely become more difficult.

Xiao Feng was lost and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Dun Dun flew over, not knowing how to comfort him, and could only grip his hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"Is there any way to restore talent?" Zhu Long said, frowning.

Many people shook their heads.

They had only heard of talent being washed away, and never heard of anyone recovering it.

Nevertheless, this statement still stirred something in Xiao Feng.

Others might not have a way to recover talent, but he... might.

"You go to Magic Source Mountain first; I'll come later!"

He thought of the two Dao ancestors he had just seen in Abundance City yesterday.

The Ghost Fish Clan wants to destroy him, but the Human Race Ancestor might not allow it!

As long as we can find the Creator God or the Lord of Time, there is still room for change!

Having said that, Xiao Feng vanished instantly and teleported back to the secret realm.

They looked at each other, all filled with worry.

"I hope he can recover... alas, the world is impermanent." Shen Chuo let out a long sigh.

Xue Ningzhen wore a worried expression, wanted to speak but held back, ultimately saying nothing.

Yu Cixue, Han Zichen, the Ultimate Darkness Blade, and other warzone players were also a bit worried, but everyone lacked the ability to help.

"Let's wait for him at Magic Source Mountain. Actually, even without talent, he remains a top-tier powerhouse." Shen Di said.

"Go to Magic Source Mountain and wait for him. Actually, even if he has no talent, he is still a top expert." Shen Di said.

Xiao Feng is indeed strong; even if his damage is reduced ten thousandfold, he can still crush the vast majority of players.

But the gap between having talent and not having it is still very large.

Being invincible in the player world and nearly invincible in the NPC world are two different concepts.

The legion set out again, flying toward Magic Source Mountain.

Jiang Ning clutched her chest, unable to bear the sorrow in her heart.

Dun Dun and Xing Yun Miao supported her on left and right, urging her forward.

"Ning'er, don't be too sad; your senior will recover, this has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself." Dun Dun comforted her.

Jiang Ning slightly shook her head and whispered: "I just... saw many things."

"What things? How did you see them?" Xing Yun Miao asked, puzzled.

Jiang Ning was very strange today; her behavior was too abnormal, making people worry whether her mental state had gone wrong.

She closed her eyes, organizing the images that flashed through her mind in the hasty moment, and said hoarsely: "I seem to have seen, Elder Brother Xiao Feng... dead."

She closed her eyes, organizing the images that had flashed through her mind in the hurried moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "I seem to have seen, Xiao Feng elder brother... died."

As soon as she said that, everyone around trembled.

Qing Feng Yan Yu opened his mouth and said: "You... you mean... in the game, right?"

Yun Shang Yan and Zhang Fan, who were nearby, also heard it, widening their eyes and not daring to speak.

Li Li said: "Xiao Ning, don't think wildly; you were just frightened by that venerable one. Why not go offline first, take some medicine to calm your nerves."

"Hmm, hmm... it's fine, definitely fine."

Jiang Ning sniffed, softly sobbing, repeatedly murmuring.

They exchanged glances, all feeling that this might not be so simple.

Although they didn't understand why Jiang Ning suddenly seemed to have the ability to foresee danger, her words made everyone's hearts feel extremely heavy.

Everyone subconsciously imagined what life would be like without Xiao Feng.

Everyone subconsciously imagined what life would be like without Xiao Feng.

Then… his mood grew even heavier.

"Good people don't live long; misfortunes linger for a thousand years. That big badass senior hasn't even scored a hundred kills yet—he'll definitely be fine!" Dun Dun whispered, sniffling.

Several women living under the same roof clenched their palms together, trembling slightly.

Zhang Fan and Li Li furrowed their brows, also feeling immense pressure.

…

Abundance City.

An outdoor hot spring.

A handsome man soaked in the steaming hot water, his upper torso lying on a smooth stone, while two breathtaking beauties behind him massaged his back and thighs.

Hum~

A teleportation gate opened, and a black dragon flew out.

The black dragon landed on the ground, its form shrinking, turning into a black-clad girl.

"Huh, how did Jier turn into a dragon?"

The girl massaging Chen Yeren's leg asked doubtfully.

Chen Yeren closed his eyes, enjoying the service of his two beautiful wives, and chuckled: "What else could there be? Pretending to be someone else to do bad deeds. Speaking of which, our war with the Water Civilization ended long ago—why are you still using that tribe's identity to stir up hatred?"

That last remark was directed at Chen Jie.

Chen Jie walked over, sat at the edge of the hot spring pool, didn't answer his question, but countered: "I destroyed him—are you angry?"

"What do I have to be angry about? You couldn't really think Xiao Feng and I have some connection, could you?" Chen Yeren laughed, looking completely at ease.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Chen Jie frowned slightly, feeling he had miscalculated.

But upon further thought, doing so wasn't really a bad thing.

"If you want to protect him, you can tell me—this is the first step. Later I'll still need to borrow a knife to kill him, have him killed, then revive him in the virtual universe. By then, bringing together the two biggest anomalies in your world, it's hard to predict what the future will become."

Chen Jie let out a light snort, kicked up the pool water, and splashed it onto Chen Yeren's face.

"Do as you please; no matter how you try to stop me, the outcome will be the same." Chen Yeren wore an indifferent expression.

After a while, he added: "We've both seen the River of Time, and you, as the Lord of Time, should know that some people's Time Lines cannot be changed by you. Your actions won't affect him—instead, they'll become a boon."

Hearing this, Chen Jie's brows shot up: "Just saying that makes me angry! Quickly lift the seal on the River of Time! I want to forge another Time Line!"

Chen Yeren chuckled and firmly refused: "Nice try. My universe, my rules—I control all time; you have no say. If you want to take back the River of Time, first transcend to the Origin Realm."

"Damn it!"

Chen Jie flew into a rage, raising his hand to throw a punch.

Unfortunately, all his power was suppressed; the punch was weak and feeble, even worse than an ordinary person's.

Chen Yeren smiled faintly: "Go train; your father and I have important matters to attend to—don't disturb us."

Then he waved his hand, and Chen Jie vanished on the spot, kicked out of the virtual universe and returned to the real world.

In the exquisite cottage of the real world, Chen Jie woke up fuming.

"You bastard, today I'll kill my father again!"

She stormed out of the cottage, flying into another house not far away.

Not long after, the sound of breaking furniture and a man's anguished screams came from inside.

"If the virtual universe can't beat you, can the real world not handle you?"

"Even someone without a true form dares to act arrogant before me!"

"Quick, call Daddy!"