Lin Jingxuan listened quietly all along.

When he heard Han Zhan say that contracted spirits are not tools, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Looking at Han Zhan in front of him was like seeing his stubborn self from years ago. Now, Lin Jingxuan has reached the heights his teacher once did in life and will continue to move forward relentlessly, surpassing him, ascending to greater peaks.

This was more like a kind of spirit, an ideological inheritance.

Perhaps many people cannot understand the choices Han Zhan makes, just as when Lin Jingxuan insisted on contracting a D Level Contracted Spirit, Wen Suya, back then.

But at least, Lin Jingxuan would support his decision.

"We support you!" Behind Han Zhan, Xia Youwei, Li Lingzhen, and Shang Siteng also stepped forward and said.

"Ah Zhan, no matter what decision you make, we will support you."

"We will wait for you in Great Xia to return."

As they spoke, Xia Youwei and Shang Siteng each hugged Han Zhan's arms from the left and right, while Li Lingzhen leaped like a hungry tiger, pressing onto Han Zhan's back from behind.

Seeing this scene, Lin Jingxuan exchanged a smile with Wen Suya.

"This kid, being supported by so many people, is much happier than I was back in the day."

Wen Suya's smile grew wider.

"What, do you envy him?"

"Not at all, if I envy him, I'm a dog."

Gathering and parting are the two everlasting main themes.

After returning from Titan City and spending a month in North County, Han Zhan once again stepped outside Julu Pass.

On the city wall, familiar figures stood there, seeing him off as he departed.

Midway through his walk, Han Zhan suddenly turned around and waved his hand toward the direction of Julu Pass.

"Wait for my return."

...

The City of Extreme Evil is located in the central region of the Five Great Forces.

Its exact location is also easily identifiable, as the area belonging to the City of Extreme Evil is engulfed by white fog, covering a vast central region.

No one knows what the scene is like inside.

Nor does anyone know when exactly the City of Extreme Evil was built.

Tracing back in history, the original City of Extreme Evil was just a city where all major forces exiled people, turning it into a "garbage dump."

As more and more garbage accumulated in the dump, the City of Extreme Evil gradually evolved from being under control to its current state of chaos.

The only constant is the five entrances on its borders with the Five Great Forces.

These five entrances remain open to the outside, allowing anyone to enter the City of Extreme Evil through them.

Of course, under normal circumstances, it's a sparsely populated place, and no one in their right mind would willingly enter this city known for being a one-way trip.

But today is an exception.

On a deserted path overgrown with wild grass, a young man's figure appeared.

In a discreet spot on his neck, an external chip was installed, helping him plot the quickest route and avoid the pits hidden in the grass.

The chip has several other functions, such as biological signal blocking, monitoring the surrounding environment, and identifying potentially hostile targets, among others.

Designed specifically for Han Zhan by Shang Siteng, the external chip's versatility is beyond doubt.

At that moment, a slight vibration came from the external chip, and Han Zhan simultaneously looked up at the edge of the forest not far away.

There stood a gigantic wall made of white fog.

It seemed to connect heaven and earth, enveloping the City of Extreme Evil, with no external view of its interior available.

There were attempts to bypass the conventional entrances and force their way through the white fog, but none succeeded in returning from the mist.

The forest's edge where Han Zhan stood was one of the five entrances.

It was a passage in the shape of a "door."

Inside the door was also shrouded in white, the situation obscured from view.

Once passing through that special passage, one could enter the City of Extreme Evil.

As he was examining the white fog, an aged old woman suddenly appeared at the entrance of the passage.

In her hand, one holding a pen and the other holding a ledger-like object, her cloudy eyes looked at Han Zhan.

"Did you come alone?" a hint of surprise in the old woman's tone, "You want to enter the City of Extreme Evil?"

As the old woman scrutinized Han Zhan, he was also observing her.

The talent [Divine Radiance] had been activated, yet under his gaze, she seemed nothing more than a regular old lady, nothing else.

No talent abilities, no spiritual power fluctuations.

This made Han Zhan's heart tense.

Seeing Han Zhan not replying, the old woman started scribbling with her pen on the ledger, unknown items recorded.

"Go on in."

When Han Zhan heard these words and looked up again, there was no one in sight anymore.

Before even entering the City of Extreme Evil, encountering such a strange scene, weighed on Han Zhan's mind.

He stood at the entrance, took a deep breath.

Then, resolutely stepped forward, and walked into the "door."

...

Han Zhan walked inside the "door," surrounded by dense white fog, and the external chip on his neck completely failed, losing its navigation ability.

He could only rely on his intuition, continuing to walk forward.

He did not know how long he had walked.

Just as Han Zhan's eyes were beginning to be blinded by the surrounding whiteness, the white fog in front of him started to dissipate at a rapid pace.

Before him, the view became open and clear once more.

"Toot—"

A melodious sound from a steamship horn came from afar, and Han Zhan instinctively looked out, seeing an extraordinarily wide river stretching across just ahead.

Amidst the river, a regularly sized steamship was sounding its horn, heading toward the distance.

Witnessing this scene, Han Zhan felt a bit dazed.

Having grown accustomed to ultra-advanced technology, encountering such a mode of transportation as a steamship invoked a sense of temporal dislocation.

Composing himself, he stepped forward to continue walking.

Lush forests lined the roadside, abundant and green, with leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.

The lone cobblestone path, from lack of use, bore a thick layer of moss, covering the entire path in an inky green.

It seemed it had recently rained here.

The sky was still somewhat overcast, and the air was filled with a damp smell, mixed with the scents of soil and grass, reaching Han Zhan's nose.

Approaching the riverbank.

Han Zhan realized this must be a semi-abandoned port.

Rusted chains glinted red and yellow, connecting black iron railings, stripped of paint, that stood on the river's edge.

A sign, blown askew by the wind, with white letters on a blue background, revealed just barely distinguishable writing through the blur.

—Gui Hun Port.

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