“Ling, why didn’t you say hello to Eri before you left?”

Phosphorus turned around suddenly, his eyes widened with surprise, and he looked around in disbelief.

The dark space was endless, and the souls of Lin’s foster father Shiro Fujimoto and biological mother Yuli Akin gathered towards the two from all around the void.

Feng Feng waved gently, as if calling a lost wanderer, and the souls of Shiro Fujimoto and Yuli Akin slowly gathered together, turning into two faint lights, swaying in the dark space.

He explained to Phosphorus: “This is the deepest abyss of hell, a boundary beyond life and death. Whether it is the endless regret of mankind or the obsession left by the devil, they will eventually return to this nothingness. You see, those erratic shadows are all past souls, looking for their unfinished fetters.”

As he spoke, Feng Feng’s hand gestured in a graceful arc, and the darkness around him seemed to be illuminated by his words, vaguely revealing the vague scene of countless wandering souls, poignant and desolate.

Feng Feng’s eyes became deep, he slowly raised his hand and pointed at the invisible darkness above his head:

“Phosphorus, this master key of Mephisto was supposed to lead you to the gate of heaven, but it unexpectedly led us to the bottom of hell.”

“Look, this area should be a holy place with brilliant light, where angels’ wings should be fluttering gently, spreading endless warmth and hope. But at this moment, it is dead silent, with only the whispers of the dead echoing.”

“This shows that the boundary between heaven and hell may have become blurred, and the traces of God are also hidden in this chaos.”

As the words fell, the darkness around them seemed to deepen, as if even time had frozen there.

“Unfortunately, your world is only hell and no heaven.”

The souls of Shiro Fujimoto and Yuli Akin turned into two faint lights that swayed gently in the darkness, like candles in the wind that could go out at any time. Their faces were looming in the weak light, and their eyes were full of pleading.

“Lord Fengfeng, please have mercy on us and allow the God of our world to come.”

Shiro Fujimoto’s voice echoed in the empty space, carrying a hint of sorrow and longing.

Yuli Aikin’s soul floated gently, like a fallen leaf. She stretched out her hand, but although she could not touch the entity, her plea touched people’s hearts:

“Lin’er is still young, and his life has just begun. Please save him and keep him away from this endless darkness.”

Phosphorus clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with determination: “Feng Feng, I beg you, no matter what the cost, I will keep them safe and find a way out for myself.”

Feng Feng gently pressed down Lin’s trembling shoulders, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were far-reaching:

“Phosphorus, don’t be impatient. You know, in God’s distant Garden of Eden, there were only two souls dependent on each other at first – Adam and Eve. They strolled in the boundless green, hand in hand, with innocent smiles on their faces that were not tainted by the world.”

As he spoke, he slowly turned around, his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void and look directly into the souls of Fujimoto Shiro and Yuli Aikin.

In Feng Feng’s description, the air seems to be filled with the fresh scent of grass, and two faint lights sway gently in the illusory green, as if one is really in that distant and sacred paradise, surrounded by purity and beauty untainted by dust.

Feng Feng pointed at Phosphorus and said, “In the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve were tempted by the devil and ate the forbidden fruit, and then they went to the human world.”

Foster father Shiro Fujimoto and biological mother Yuli Akin

Feng Feng’s fingers outlined a picture in the air. In the interweaving of light and shadow, Shiro Fujimoto and Yuli Akin in the Garden of Eden turned into Adam and Eve.

They were dressed in spotless white robes and played on the lush grass, their laughter as clear and sweet as silver bells.

However, a gust of cold wind blew, and a demon in a black robe with a cunning face approached quietly with tears in his eyes, playing with a forbidden fruit that was shining with an alluring luster in his hand.

The devil whispered softly, tempting the two innocent people. Adam and Eve’s eyes gradually became blurred, and finally they could not resist the temptation and reached out to take the forbidden fruit.

They trembled as they put the forbidden fruit into their mouths. At that moment, the world seemed to tremble. Their bodies began to emit a faint light, and then the light dissipated. They became no different from ordinary people, with a touch of worldly turbidity in their eyes.

Feng Feng waved his hand lightly, and the space seemed to be torn apart, and a shining door suddenly appeared. It was the road leading to the Holy Cross Academy on earth.

Behind the door, the sunlight shines dappled on the stone road, with lush trees on both sides. The breeze blows by, bringing bursts of floral fragrance and the air of books.

There was a glimmer of hope in Phosphorus’ eyes. Just as he was about to step in, he heard a roar behind him. The space gate began to collapse violently, and darkness surged in like a tide.

At the edge of collapse, a bright red color jumped into the eyes. Eri was wearing a gorgeous Shinto dance costume, her long hair fluttering in the wind. She closed her eyes and concentrated, her dance steps were light and powerful, as if she was talking to the heaven and earth, offering the most sincere blessings for Phosphorus’s departure.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on her, forming spots of light, making her dance look dreamy.

The glimmer of Fujimoto Shiro and Yuli Akin’s souls gently surrounded Feng Feng, and their eyes flickered with determination and hope.

Shiro Fujimoto’s soul turned into a warm breeze, blowing gently across Phosphorus’ face, as if conveying endless power.

Yuli Aikin’s soul turned into starlight, gathering into a dazzling golden seed, floating above Phosphorus’ palm.

The golden seed emits a soft light, as if containing the mystery of life and the power of the universe.

Phosphorus held it tightly, feeling a warm current flowing from his palm to his whole body, as if even his soul was cleansed and made pure and flawless.

He looked up at Feng Feng, his eyes full of determination and gratitude. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was cheering for him and sending him the most sincere blessings.

Phosphorus stared at the golden seed in the palm of his hand. It was like a small sun, warm and dazzling.

Feng Feng’s words echoed in his ears like a sacred oath.

“The golden seeds are the seeds of heaven. When one does good deeds in his life, his soul will return here after death and become an angel together.”

He slowly closed his eyes, and pictures emerged in his mind: In the days to come, he would walk among the people, using kindness as his boat and courage as his sail, helping every soul in need and spreading love and hope to every corner of the world.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would look up at the starry sky and a surge of strength would surge in his heart. It was the call from the golden seed, reminding him not to forget his original intention and to stick to the right path.

The scene changed, and Phosphorus had white hair and a smile on his face. In the brilliant light, his soul turned into an angel with white wings. He stood side by side with Shiro Fujimoto and Yuli Akin, guarding this world that had given them endless love and pain.

Chapter 982: Dawn Breaker

Monday, March 7

At eight o’clock in the morning, the sun rose as usual, but the bedroom was dark.

The more rumors of Satan’s coming spread on the Internet, the more famous the name of the man who worshipped the wind and the dawn became.

In the dream, Phosphorus stood in front of the dim bedroom window, holding the ancient master key in his hand. The keys shone with a cold metallic luster in the dim light.

His eyes were complicated, as if he was recalling some heavy past. As he turned around, he sighed softly and whispered to the empty room: “Goodbye, Fengfeng, may you rest in peace in your dreams.”

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand, as if waving goodbye to a figure in the void. At that moment, there seemed to be a breeze blowing in the air, carrying a hint of imperceptible warmth and reluctance, penetrating this morning shrouded in rumors.

Mephisto carefully observed Phosphorus sleeping in the bed, completely unaware of all this.

“How interesting! I will definitely find your secret, unknown existence.”

Feng Feng suddenly woke up from his dream. The enlarged face of Mephisto seemed very close to him, staring at him with interest, which scared him so much that he sat up with a start.

Outside the window, there was a commotion outside the shrine, and it seemed that countless people were calling his name.

He hastily grabbed some clothes from the side and put them in a panic. His heart was pounding like a drum and an inexplicable sense of tension surged in his heart.

He staggered to the window and pulled open the curtains. The morning light pierced through the darkness, and what came into view was a chaotic scene – dozens of reporters holding microphones and cameras swarmed in, their lenses all aimed at the shrine, and flashes of light went off one after another, like stars falling to earth, instantly turning this quiet place into a noisy battlefield.

Feng Feng hurriedly put on his shoes, jumped down the stairs in one step, and rushed to the shrine gate.

Eri, dressed in a kimono, stood tall and straight, like a cherry blossom that stood firm in the wind and rain. She stood side by side with Orochimaru, and the two of them worked together to build a solid barrier to block the crazy influx of reporters.

The strobing lights weaved a bizarre web around them, but their eyes were firm and inviolable.

Feng Feng joined them, and the three of them stood back to back. Feng Feng took a deep breath, looked around, and said in a steady and powerful voice: “Everyone please calm down, I will give you an explanation, please don’t crowd forward anymore.”

His words seemed to have magical power, calming the noisy scene and slowing down the reporters’ movements.

Feng Feng’s eyes flashed, and he suddenly grabbed Eri and Orochimaru’s arms. The three of them were like arrows shot from a bow, shuttling through the narrow gap made by the reporters.

Their figures flickered in the morning light and the flash lights, like ghosts in the night.

Feng Feng led the way and ran wildly. Each step he took on the ancient stone pavement of the shrine made a rapid and powerful sound, which intertwined with the chaotic footsteps of the reporters behind him to form an urgent melody.

The cherry blossom trees outside the shrine swayed in the wind, and the petals danced in the wind, which seemed to add a touch of beauty to this sudden escape. The shouts of reporters and the clicks of cameras were intertwined, but they could never reach their receding figures.

Feng Feng put his hands on his hips, breathing heavily, and stood side by side with Eri and Orochimaru. The three of them looked back at the group of reporters who were blocked by the school gate.

In the slanting morning light, the reporters’ figures were stretched out, appearing small and helpless. The microphones and cameras in their hands seemed to have lost their former sharpness, and they could only helplessly point at the door that separated them from the truth.

There was a glimmer of cunning in Feng Feng’s eyes, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if the thrilling escape just now was just a game.

Eri gently stroked her hair that was ruffled by the morning breeze, with a soft light flashing in her eyes, while Orochimaru had a calm expression, as if everything was under his control.

There is no need to explain the tacit understanding between the three people. The air is filled with a sense of ease and relief after surviving a disaster.

Feng Feng gently patted Eri and Orochimaru’s shoulders, his eyes gentle but with unquestionable firmness: “You go to class, leave this to me.”

After saying that, he turned and walked in another direction, which was the school’s infirmary, a place that was usually deserted.

In the infirmary, the sunlight shines through the half-closed curtains, onto the neat bed, creating mottled light and shadows.

Feng Feng pushed open the door and his steps involuntarily became lighter, but he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure – Sakura Matou.

She was sorting the medicine box with her head down, focused and serious. The sunlight danced on the ends of her hair, adding a touch of gentleness to her.

Feng Feng was stunned, and an indescribable surprise and warmth surged in his heart, as if he had found a peaceful harbor in this troubled world.

He slowly approached and called softly, “Ying, why are you here? Isn’t the Shangri-La issue temporarily resolved?”

There was an incredible tenderness in his voice.

Feng Feng was gently pressed onto a chair in the infirmary by Matou Sakura’s gentle but irresistible hands.

There was a hint of reproach and heartache in her eyes, and she said softly but firmly, “Sit still and don’t move.”

He was a little stunned, but he obeyed involuntarily. He slowly took off his shirt, revealing his lean chest with a few shallow scars.

Sakura Matou’s gaze gently swept across these scars, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

She gently opened the medicine box, took out disinfectant and gauze, and treated his wound skillfully and carefully.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto her face, casting a holy glow.

Her fingertips touched his skin lightly, bringing a slight chill, but also warming his heart. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, but it seemed to be mixed with a subtle sweetness.

Matou Sakura’s slender fingers gently pressed around the wound on Feng Feng’s chest, her brows furrowed, and her tone was filled with unquestionable reproach:

“Feng Feng, you really went too far this time. As a Dawnbreaker, you are responsible for the huge karma of the Phosphorus World. If you make a mistake, you will be annihilated. How much do you think you can bear?”

Her eyes were sharp and deep, as if she could see into every corner of his heart.

“The world of Blue Exorcist is a world of war between humans and demons, but you gave them the seeds to become angels.”

Feng Feng lowered his head, avoiding the pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything, but an indescribable guilt and helplessness surged in his heart.

“I just think they deserve it.”

Sakura Matou’s hands continued to treat his wounds gently but firmly, and every touch made him shudder.

Her reproach was like the cold wind in spring, biting but also sobering him up.

“Your injuries are still getting worse. You may die.”

In the infirmary, sunlight and shadows interweave, reflecting the complex and subtle emotions between the two.