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Golden Shadow has disappeared.
Chen Zao immediately woke up.
A cold wind brushed over him.
Chen Zao weakly sat up from the ground.
His right arm was burning with piercing pain.
"Hiss..."
He gasped, turning his head to look down, and was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
His right arm was completely charred, from fingertip to shoulder, not a single inch of skin was intact. The muscles had atrophied, sticking to the bones, and the surface was horrifyingly grotesque, as if wrapped in a layer of scalding tar.
Is this... the legendary Qilin Arm?
It looked more like a burnt chicken wing.
Chen Zao lifted his arm in pain; he could raise it slightly but couldn't fully control it. However, it wasn't completely numb either.
This arm felt as if it were filled with a thousand pounds of lava—heavy, burning, and painful—making him want to chop it off just to escape this torment.
His fingers could move slightly, but the range was minimal and the movements were stiff; the entire hand felt like it no longer belonged to him.
It's over.
This time, I need to find a girlfriend.
My right hand is no longer working...
Chen Zao could still manage a bitter smile at this moment.
But soon, the bitter smile on his face froze, and a heavy and complex feeling he had never experienced before arose in his heart.
He picked up the flashlight that had fallen to the side with his left hand and shone it back and forth.
In the deep, straight corridor, there was nothing but emptiness; only the cold wind blew, with no other abnormalities.
Chen Zao used his mental energy to check the storage space, which was filled to the brim with that twisted Sea Qilin. That creature had indeed been captured by it, so there should be no more danger.
Chen Zao let out a temporary sigh of relief and weakly leaned against the wall to stand up.
He felt a strong pain and numbness in his waist and legs, as if he had been squatting on the toilet for a month before finally standing up.
He couldn't tell if it was from being electrocuted or from lying down too long without blood circulation.
In any case, his physical condition was very weak; even a reckless person could easily take him down.
This state of weakness made Chen Zao very uneasy.
What made him even more anxious were the words left by the Golden Figure in his mind, lingering in his heart and casting a deep shadow over his previously steadfast belief in salvation.
Am I really the Hellfire Torchbearer?
Am I not bringing hope to the world, but rather destruction?
Chen Zao was deeply questioning his own identity.
If what the Golden Figure said was all true, then what was the point of saving the world or promoting Beast Oil?
He should quickly sever ties with the apocalypse, stop everything, and be done with it!
With the eight exquisite Dried Silver Pots of Qianling he brought from the apocalypse, he could live a life of luxury and wastefulness without ever having to suffer in the apocalypse again.
But could he really let go just like that?
Could he deny everything about himself because of a mere illusion?
How could that be possible!
What if this was a trap set by the Deep Sea Alien Race, tricking him into not saving the world? Wouldn't that mean he fell for the schemes of those Stinky Fishmen?
However, what if the Golden Figure was telling the truth? If he brought back Beast Oil from the Golden Age that would open the gates of doom, and he still insisted on promoting it, then he would become an eternal sinner, aiding the Stinky Fishmen in turning the wheel of apocalypse.
Sigh...
What should I do...
Chen Zao was engulfed in confusion, feeling lost and unable to make a decision.
He fell into deep self-doubt, wandering aimlessly.
Earlier, under the night sky of the apocalypse, he sang "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," hoping to receive guidance from his soul transformed into countless stars.
He never expected to receive such guidance, but it did not clarify the path ahead; instead, it left him even more lost and uncertain.
This lack of direction and confusion trapped Chen Zao in a dilemma, making him feel particularly helpless. He wanted to make an effort but didn't know how, fearing that all his efforts would only contribute to further chaos.
Stepping out of the Air Raid Shelter, the sun blazed brightly outside.
The brilliant rays of sunlight shot out like countless golden arrows, illuminating the lush forests of the Golden Age with a dazzling golden hue.
It was a rare beautiful scene under good weather, yet as Chen Zao gazed at the fiery red and golden woods, he felt nothing but emptiness.
His life felt like riding a donkey on a spinning wheel, completely devoid of direction, leaving Chen Zao feeling utterly deflated.
His body was still weak, lacking the strength to fight on. All he wanted was a good sleep, to forget everything for a while, and to think seriously about this troublesome matter after resting well.
Glancing sideways, he noticed his right arm was still infected. It was impossible to sleep like this; the burning pain pulsed through his arm's flesh and bone. Most people could not endure such agony, and despite having enhanced his body with Beast Oil to an extraordinary degree, the state of his arm still left him feeling extremely restless and tormented.
He needed to address this festering arm first.
The Golden Figure had mentioned that after waking up, he should drink Sea Qilin's Beast Oil, which could transform his chicken-wing arm into a Qilin Arm.
In fact, this presented an opportunity to validate the Golden Figure's teachings.
However, even if he drank the Beast Oil and his chicken-wing arm truly became a Qilin Arm, he couldn't fully trust everything the Golden Figure claimed. What if this was a trap set by the Sea Qilin sacrificing itself for him?
If his arm transformed into a Qilin Arm just because he consumed Sea Qilin's Beast Oil, would he then stop promoting Beast Oil? Wouldn't that play right into the schemes of those Stinky Fishmen?
But regardless of the outcome, he decided to give it a try.
With his right hand completely incapacitated, Chen Zao had to painstakingly remove the Time-Space Dragon Ring from his charred right finger and put it on his left hand. He then used his mind to assist his left hand in retrieving the corpse of the Sea Qilin from his storage space.
When he first took it out, the Sea Qilin was still crackling with electricity, nearly shocking Chen Zao's left hand. This frightened him; he thought the Sea Qilin was still alive, so he hurriedly returned it to the storage space.
After carefully observing the Sea Qilin's vertical pupils in the storage space, he noticed its gaze had clearly become dull, so he released the massive creature once more.
When it came out again, there was no residual electricity, and its golden tiger-striped skin shone brilliantly under the sunlight.
This divine beast-level sea monster had an imposing and majestic appearance, making Chen Zao reluctant to harm it. Before dissecting it, he took several photos of the Sea Qilin with his phone for future research.
Then, using his somewhat awkward left hand to hold the knife, he stabbed into the Sea Qilin's belly. To his surprise, the shimmering flesh and soft armor of the Sea Qilin were incredibly tough; the sharp tip of the knife couldn't pierce its belly!
Chen Zao frantically stabbed and slashed at the Sea Qilin's corpse but couldn't even damage its fur!
What on earth is this monster?!
It's too strong!
If I can't even harm its corpse, Chen Zao found it hard to imagine how one could subdue such terrifying Deep Sea Beasts without the Time-Space Dragon Ring, this Ancient Artifact!
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