Chapter 170: This Rain... Shares Its Origin with the Lord!

Su Ming's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened suddenly.

He of course knew there was something wrong with this rain.

Back then the 【】 altar, however, restored that letter—

【First Drop of Gray Rain, not from the sky, but from the hero's tears】!

This doubt had been buried in his heart all along.

Whose tears could possibly possess such world‑shaking power?

But he never imagined that Pang Tong, whose ancient soul had just broken free from a thousand‑year confinement…

Just a glance, and he already saw through this rain's disguise?!

No wonder this being can be mentioned alongside Zhuge Kongming as the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick!

Damn, it's not fake at all!

This guy's Insight ability, in some respects, seems even more cunning than his current Eye of Truth!

Su Ming suppressed the surging turmoil in his heart, his voice revealing no emotion.

"What can you sense?"

Pang Tong did not answer immediately.

Those Phoenix Eyes that can pierce the Human Heart again stared fixedly at the gray rain curtain outside the window, woven like a celestial net.

Silently, like a stone statue gazing toward the end of the heavens' mystery.

Only his increasingly furrowed brows betrayed the raging torrent within him.

"This rain..."

After a long while, Pang Tong's voice sounded again, obscure and profound.

"It is not formed by Yin‑Yang and the Five Elements, nor does it belong to the three talents of this world."

"Its form is water, its substance... is a concrete embodiment of a Rule, an extension of a will."

He paused.

"A will... incomparably sorrowful, incomparably grand."

Su Ming listened quietly, his thoughts turning.

Pang Tong inhaled deeply, as if weighing his words.

He slowly turned his head, the light in those Phoenix Eyes complex, each word measured.

"The original will contained within this rain..."

"... shares the same origin as the Lord!"

Boom!!!

What?

Same origin?!

Those two words pierced Su Ming's eardrums, reaching straight to his soul.

A chill spread from his heart to every limb and bone.

"Are you sure?"

Su Ming's voice carried a hint of tremor.

"Tong, absolutely no falsehood."

Pang Tong's reply was decisive.

"Our souls follow the Lord; our qi is already linked."

"I can clearly perceive the Rule's breath flowing in the rainwater, and on you, Lord, there is even a faint thread, matching it perfectly!"

"Just outside the Chengnan Xiaoqu you mentioned, I also sensed other people bearing strange powers."

"But they do not have this breath."

"Only you, Lord, have it!"

Su Ming froze completely.

"Gray Rain" is the hero's tears.

And these tears happen to share the same origin as him...

Doesn't that mean...

Hiss!

Su Ming dared not think further.

This inference is too incredible.

Or...

Could it be that, because I slayed the 【Rotting Son】, I became tainted with something?

No!

Not like that!

Su Ming outright denied it.

The breath of the 【Rotting Son】 is Decay! It is filth and withering!

It is completely different from the grand, sorrowful will in the Gray Rain that Pang Tong described.

Then why is that?!

He suddenly...

He thought of his 【Tracking Compass】!

He had asked then—

Where is the real killer who murdered his father Su Wei Guo and his mother Chen Jing…?!

At that moment, the compass needle rose straight up, pointing directly upward!

"Could the two matters be connected…"

Su Ming cut off all thoughts.

Imagination seemed utterly pale at this moment.

If Pang Tong's words are not false…

That truth might be too horrifying!

The atmosphere inside the car fell into dead silence.

……

The black Ying Dragon glided silently through the rain curtain, finally stopping at the street corner of Jin Se Tea Garden.

Before Su Ming even stepped out, he saw the women of the Qiang Wei Squad, led by Dream Butterfly, already holding umbrellas, quietly waiting in the rain.

The instant he pushed the door open.

All the girls stepped forward.

"Wang!"

Dream Butterfly came forward, water‑like light shimmering in her beautiful eyes.

When she saw Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, Jiang Wan trailing behind Su Ming, and the stunningly unreal Magu, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Earlier, Wang had sent her a message saying he would bring friends!

But she hadn't expected there to be so many…

And also such beautiful girls?!

Danger!

Su Ming waved his hand, speaking concisely.

"Go ahead inside, these are all my friends."

He did not elaborate.

The current Qiang Wei Squad, aside from Dream Butterfly, who is soul‑bound to him…

He still cannot fully trust the others.

"Wang, everything is ready."

Dream Butterfly, being considerate, did not ask further and stepped aside to guide him.

The party quickly entered the elegant room on the second floor of the Tea Garden.

On the large round table in the elegant room lay a spread of exquisite dishes, steaming hot.

Su Ming did not rush to pick up his chopsticks; his gaze landed directly on the figure not far away.

A white robe, delicate features, and a timid aura.

It was Ling Xi!

Su Ming tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and asked aloud.

"Can your ability still be used?"

Ling Xi was startled, then nodded and replied softly.

"Yes… it can."

"Very good."

Su Ming's mouth curved slightly upward.

"Use your ability once more."

"Look… what to look at?"

Ling Xi seemed a bit bewildered.

"Is it still the Wuhou Shrine?"

"No."

Su Ming shook his head.

"Anything will do."

"Look at the sky, the earth, this city, those so‑called monsters…"

"See whatever you wish to see."

Anything will do?

Ling Xi grew increasingly hazy, but she dared not defy.

Wang let her look, so she did.

The girl took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

Circles of invisible energy rippled, centered on her, beginning to spread into the unknown void.

Inside the elegant room, a pin could be heard falling.

Everyone held their breath, not understanding Su Ming's purpose.

Even fewer knew.

Deep within Su Ming's seemingly calm eyes.

A miniature golden star disc was spinning wildly!

"Eye of Truth, discern!"