"Wait a minute!"

Cen Ying stopped Nangong Ruoxi's action of wanting to attack, and frowned at the figure under the tree.

The figure was wrapped in a thick black mist, out of place with the cherry blossom trees blooming next to him. Faintly, I only saw the appearance of an ordinary-looking teenager.

The black mist Cen Shadow was familiar, it was the Abyss Nightmare.

"This person is supposed to be the one who entered the ruins, haunted by the abyssal nightmare, if there is no accident, this person is dead." Cen Ying said.

He was a little curious, why did the Abyssal Nightmare only wrap around the young man's body, instead of eroding the cherry blossom trees beside him, and did not drift away with the wind to invade other lifeforms?

"For some reason, the black fog on his body is so annoying." Nangong Ruoxi wrinkled her nose, revealing a look of disgust.

Cen Ying shrugged his shoulders, saying that he didn't know either.

Regarding the abyss nightmare, he also told Nangong Ruoxi, and also said that he could absorb this strange black fog to enhance his strength.

At that time, Nangong Ruoxi said that he hated it just by hearing the word "Abyss Nightmare", but he didn't hate Cen Ying who could absorb the Abyss Nightmare.

In addition, she was the only one who would have such a strong sense of disgust for the Abyssal Nightmare, and the others, angels, demons, and dragons, including the data terminal in her bag, Cen Ying didn't feel it, at most she felt fear because of its peculiarity.

When I asked her why, she couldn't answer why.

"Although I don't know why there is an abyssal nightmare here, since I have encountered it, in order to prevent it from running out and harming people, I will take it first." Cen Ying said, and walked slowly towards the cherry blossom tree.

"Okay, get rid of it, I'll help you guard the surroundings." Nangong Ruoxi nodded.

In order to guard against possible dangers, Cen Ying summoned the elven sword and slowly stepped forward, coming to the cherry blossom tree, in front of the young man.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Cen Ying felt that the cherry blossom tree seemed to shake a little, as if it was welcoming him and rejecting his arrival.

Could it be that this cherry blossom tree has something to do with the Celia she met when she came here before?

Cen Ying thought.

Of course, this is only because when I came to this world, I saw cherry blossom trees in front of me, and I don't know the details for the time being.

Moreover, this feeling was only for a moment, Cen Ying didn't think much about it, and after noticing that nothing unusual was happening around him, he reached out and touched the abyssal nightmare that was entwined around the young man.

With the flow of power in his body, the black mist poured into his body uncontrollably, and he also closed his eyes in a large amount, immersed himself in his mental space, and digested and absorbed the abyssal nightmare.

The Abyssal Nightmare that had gathered on the boy's body seemed to have been multiplied for an unknown number of years, and its density had been compressed to the extreme, and its concentration Cen Ying felt that it could be compared to the first batch of Abyssal Nightmares that he had absorbed in the Heavenly Realm before.

"With so many abyssal nightmares, if they drift out, they will definitely make a radius of a hundred miles fall into a black mist, right?" Looking at the abyssal nightmare that kept pouring into the mental space, Cen Ying thought.

The starlight in the mental space flickered, suppressing the surging range of the Abyssal Nightmare, making it seem to be condensing into a substantial diamond-shaped solid in the middle under the small surging area.

This solid ...... Cen Ying found that it was not as black as ink, but ...... The white color is transparent and pure, and it is incompatible with the color of the Abyssal Nightmare itself.

"This is ......" Connected by the absorbed abyssal nightmare, Cen Ying faintly felt that there seemed to be something inside the diamond-shaped solid.

Thinking about it, he reached out and walked through the Abyssal Nightmare to touch the diamond-shaped solid.

Through his fingers, Cen Ying felt as if there was a stored memory on the solid, and wanted to enter it into his mind through his fingers, but for unknown reasons, he didn't dare to invade Cen Ying's mind.

Cen Ying tried to touch with her thoughts, accepting the memories that came from above.

Suddenly, a stream of memories flooded into his mind, and with his consent, it played in his mind like a slideshow.

……

"I, Abu, hereby swear to be a great magician!"

The boy climbed the highest mountain with difficulty, looked down at the endless ruins below and uttered a bold speech, and then his ear was grabbed by a hand that came out of nowhere.

"Stinky boy, the people from the temple are here today, you are still in the mood to shout here, wait until you are captured by the demons inside, I will see what you do."

The man who suddenly appeared was the father of the young Abu.

"How could I be captured when I'm so far away." Abu resisted and retorted loudly: "And there are relics of gods, how can there be demons, it must be a very beautiful goddess." ”

After saying that, he saw the look of disappointment in his father's eyes.

Then he was taken down the mountain.

……

My name is Abu, my name is earthy, I live in a small village next to the ancient ruins, my father is a very powerful swordsman, but I don't want to be a swordsman, but a powerful magician.

Although I have been taught by my father, I have always been determined to move towards the goal of becoming a magician...... Although I don't even have a mentor now, I can't even enter the door.

But now the opportunity has come, and years of stubbornness have finally loosened my father's desire for me to inherit his swordsmanship's power. At this time, the people of the temple happened to come out to recruit new magic apprentices.

Although I am a little older, I still have the opportunity to enter it for further study.

The oath I made that day at the top of the mountain was fulfilled, and after three years of hard work, I really became a magician...... Apprentice Magician.

Well, it's true that this talent is the worst, but I believe that diligence can make up for it...... It turned out that there is no talent for such a thing as magic, and you really can't become a great magician by hard work.

In order to avoid being removed from the Temple of Light, the most powerful of the temples of light, the rulers of the Gods-given Alliance, I chose to join their Omen's expedition to the Ancient Ruins.

The deacons of the temple have said that anyone who returns from the ruins will receive a magic fruit that will improve their magical talents.

When I was a child, I thought that I could become an excellent magician, but I didn't choose to become a swordsman, if I was removed from the temple because of my talent, then what was my persistence for more than ten years? How will you face your father when you go back?

So, I resolutely joined the expedition and delved into the ancient ruins that had been described as terrifying by my elders since I was a child.

I think as long as you are careful not to go deeper, you will definitely be able to come out of it.

And, when I was a child, out of curiosity, I often climbed the highest mountain in the neighborhood and looked down on the ruins, and sometimes I would see a young lady in it.

When I saw her, she seemed to be looking at me! Seems to have smiled at me.

I guess I should be able to meet her again when I go in, right?

After entering the ruins, I somehow got separated from everyone, and when I got lost, I met the young lady who left a shadow in my heart.

She is beautiful, kind, and gentle. I told her everything I had, and she didn't look down on me like the people in the temple, even if I was a Muggle, she didn't mind.

She said that her name was Celia 255, that she was the elf who lived in this ruin, that it was the home of a former god who had been destroyed in a battle with the gods, that she was a subordinate of that god, and that she had been guarding the ruins from others in order to wait for his return.

I don't know why she has the number "255" in her name, but that doesn't stop me from liking her in the slightest.

She told me she could take me out, but I didn't want to go back like that, because going back would be nothing more than being looked down upon by others, and with her, I would get all the happiness I had done before.

She agreed to let me stay, and gave me something called the "Abyss Seed", which she explained was equivalent to a magic fruit, but with a stronger effect, making my talent for magic easily to the point of being a super genius.

I never thought about why she would give me such a powerful thing, or why she would be so good to someone I knew for the first time.

Here, I lived a fulfilling life, cultivating every day under her supervision, eating the delicious food she cooked, walking through the ruins with her, and listening to her tell about what happened here in the distant past.

I don't know how long it has been, but I feel that I have cultivated into a powerful magician, and even feel that the deacons in the temple who have a straight face all day are not my opponents.

She told me that my strength had reached the level of the Fa Sheng, and there were few opponents in this world.

It's just that I don't know what the "Fa Sheng" is, because I haven't fought and I don't know how strong I am.

Because I had always missed my lonely father at home, I found a time to say goodbye to her.

She didn't say anything, just led me out of the ruins and waved goodbye to me.

I tried to get her to go home with me, but she just smiled and shook her head and didn't speak.

I didn't understand, but I didn't care.

(BGM: Chopsticks Brothers - "Father")

I went back to the little village where I was born and raised, and found that it had become a little unrecognizable to me.

Fortunately, I met the gray-haired old village chief who was basking in the sun at the head of the village.

He recognized me, because I still looked like a teenager, and I used to be beaten often because I disagreed with my father, and everyone in the village knew about this kind of thing, and it was not surprising that the old village chief could recognize me.

He pointed me out where my father lives now.

From the mouth of the old village chief, I knew my father's current situation.

It turned out that after the ruins expedition entered the ruins, everyone lost contact, and a few months later, the people of the temple announced that the expedition had all died.

My father suddenly received a pension from the temple and learned that he had joined the ruins expedition and had "died".

In just one night, he turned white, shut up all day, and when he came out, others found that he seemed to be much older.

Because of sympathy for this lonely man, who was only in his thirties and looked like an old man in his fifties and sixties, the people of the village were very eager to help him, trying to recover him from his decadence.

Later, he barely recovered from his decadence, and then firmly believed that his son Abu had just disappeared and that he would wait for his son to return.

With this as a conviction, he waited in this small village...... Twenty years.

I arrived at the door feeling guilty, hesitating to tell him I was back.

But I found no one at home, and a young man whom I had never seen enthusiastically told me that the lonely old man must now be on the top of the highest mountain in the vicinity, waiting for his unfilial son to come home.

When the young man spoke, his eyes were filled with contempt and sympathy.

I know what he despises and what he sympathizes.

I didn't speak, but after a casual remark, I came to the head of the village, and when no one was around, I was instantly transported to the top of the mountain by magic.

Sure enough, on the top of that mountain, where an ignorant teenager used to make his second vow decades ago, an old man with gray hair sat there like a rock, looking at the endless ruins below.

In the old man's arms, he was holding a magic wand that had decayed and the magic stone was dull.

It was the standard primary staff I used when I was studying magic in the temple.

Why is the nose sour?

Why do you not stop crying?

I don't know, I just feel like my vision is blurry......

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Time slows down, and don't let you get old anymore. I'm willing to use me to switch you to stay for a long time......

Happy Father's Day to all fathers in the world!

As children, we should do something for him while listening to "Father."

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