Mu Feng suddenly felt he had grown old, lost his edge, and was now useless.

He actually had to let a child stand in front of him.

At this moment, he could not afford to fail him anymore.

"I stand by my view."

Mu Feng said calmly, "I and my companions have all been falsely accused. I will fully cooperate with the Ether Association's investigation until the truth emerges. No matter what the conclusion of the investigation is, I will accept it."

His voice echoed throughout the venue.

Han Jing's gaze deeply landed on him and also shifted to the silhouette of the teenager in the corner.

Meanwhile, the Night Watchers looked at him with a surge of excitement.

Fu Qingxuan took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I will provide evidence for my former comrades. While investigating the anomalies in the Living Burial Area, we were affected by the Soul Loss Gu and lost our memories. This fully demonstrates that during our class's mission, there was some unknown force secretly operating."

In the next moment, Fu Chaoyang hesitated briefly, then mustered his courage and said loudly, "In recent years, I've been alone in the West Port Forbidden Zone, taking care of my foster father. I've survived countless pursuits and attacks, large and small. I am willing to accept any form of investigation or interrogation from the Ether Association, as long as the case can be resolved quickly."

All the investigators turned their gazes toward this young boy, revealing expressions of astonishment.

The old servant looked at the boy and said, "Child, are you sure? This type of investigation is akin to interrogation and may be extremely painful for an Ascender of your age and rank."

Han Jing and the Night Watchers also stared at the boy.

Fu Qingxuan gently touched his foster son's hand.

"I'm sure."

Fu Chaoyang locked onto the teenager's figure in the crowd, his answer resolute and unwavering.

The old servant nodded slightly, then said, "In that case, the Judgement Court must also submit its evidence promptly."

With the nine great saints absent, Councilman Zhang was essentially the spokesperson for the Judgement Court. His expression remained impassive as he adjusted his glasses. "Our evidence will be submitted to the Judicial Court as soon as possible; you have my word."

Finally, the old servant spoke loudly, "Based on Mu Feng's case's investigation results, we will re-evaluate and investigate the Blood Moon Slaughter Incident. If this mysterious organization behind it truly exists, then all previous conclusions will be overturned, and we will seek justice for the innocent while ensuring the true perpetrators receive the punishment they deserve."

For a brief moment, all the investigators in the Soul Skywell turned their heads to look at a corner.

Even the high-ranking officials present directed their gaze there.

"Is this Professor Gu's son? He does look quite similar, although his demeanor is far inferior."

"Aside from his deadpan expression, I can't see much aggression. Is he really a madman?"

"Haha, back when he was at the First Order, who knows what tricks he used to kill an injured Captain Level, two bruised Deputy Captains, and several Second Rank investigators. Although those people had fallen, his battle strength is absurd. Did he start learning the Breathing Technique and Forbidden Spells while in the womb?"

"If I could do that during my Second Rank days, it surely wouldn't be as fantastic as the First Order managing that."

"Are we discussing combat strength here? Did you dare openly challenge the Judgement Court during your Second Rank days? That idiotic son of the Yan family had his head stomped into pulp by him; it was a truly bloody spectacle. And when he smashed someone's head with a chair—how did that nickname 'Chair Killer' even come about? Truly disgraceful."

"An undisciplined, unorganized madman. He's practically cut from the same mold as Thunder. No matter how talented such individuals are, they can contribute nothing substantial to our cause."

"Didn't he turn the tide in West Port? How could you say he hasn't contributed anything?"

"Without the Chair Killer and Thunder, would we even know of Qilin's Wedge Fragment's whereabouts?"

"After all, he's someone the King of Qing values. We need to provide him with ideological education."

"Unfortunately, he awakened too late and is only at Third Rank now."

"Luckily, he's only Third Rank. He dared to beat up his superiors publicly when at Third; imagine what he'd do after advancing further."

"What? Who got beaten? Quick, quick, tell me! My goodness, what a madman!"

"Severe punishment, we must enforce severe punishment!"

The twelve ministers discussed fervently.

Even the six Divine Generals were whispering among themselves when suddenly someone asked, "Heavenly Fire, what's wrong?"

The Heavenly Fire God General remained silent with a stern expression, appearing extremely displeased.

But he said nothing.

Gu Jianlin couldn't care less about their chatter. What he did notice was the gazes coming toward him from every direction.

At this moment, his emotions became rather complex.

"Don't overthink it, and don't thank anyone. This recognition and respect—you earned it yourself."

Tang Ling said softly, "The President once said that in this world, fairness and justice are the most useless things. Only when your fists are strong enough will the world hear your voice."

Ji Xiaoyu nodded vigorously like a little chick pecking grain. "Exactly. My grandmother said, too, that if you believe you're right, then keep going. Whoever opposes you, just beat them up hard!"

Gu Jianlin remained silent.

Though the case had only been reopened for investigation, not yet culminating in a final judgment.

In this moment, however, it meant the world had heard his voice.

At the end of the staircase of the Soul Skywell, Chen Bojun smiled at him, his eyes full of admiration and expectation.

Lu Zijin smiled gracefully and threw him a charming look.

Fu Qingxuan's gaze toward him was filled with gratitude, as he lightly nodded.

Fu Chaoyang stubbornly stared at him, then secretly gave a thumbs-up from behind.

Finally, Uncle Mu turned around to look at the teenager, his lips moving slightly:

"Child, you've done it."

Gu Jianlin understood their meaning.

The case had been reopened, and next, it would rely on his own efforts.

Meanwhile, Rhein and Lin Dong's figures disappeared into the dark.

Suddenly, there came a cold snort from the Soul Skywell.

"The meeting is adjourned."

A detached voice rang out, "This Vulgar Master doesn't have many years left to live. If anyone has the ability, don't hide it anymore. Step forward boldly so I can have a proper look."

With a loud rumble.

The ethereal illusion collapsed abruptly in the dark.

The Soul Skywell trembled violently.

Everyone could feel the overwhelming pressure, as if they had just returned from ghost gate.

The President's tone was odd—why did it sound so sarcastic?

Calling himself a Vulgar Master, too.

Ahem.

Gu Jianlin cleared his throat, pretending that nothing had happened.

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The ridges of the Pamir Plateau were perpetually surrounded by howling winds.

Huai Yin stood atop the summit with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the boundless wasteland. This was an uninhabited region where tens of kilometers of barren land stretched endlessly, with only tempestuous winds mixed with gravel rising fiercely into the sky.

He suddenly sensed something and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"After everything he's been through, the child has finally received the reward he deserves."

He chuckled, "But this isn't enough. He needs to climb higher, shine brighter."

Jing Ci gazed at the sky, resembling the primordial darkness of the universe. Amid the endless storm, he saw a heavenly pillar cutting through the sky and earth, entwined with infinite thunderclaps and streaks of lightning, heavenly fire rising amidst the clouds, scorching like molten lava.

"I hope he can achieve it."

The man in a suit murmured, "Don't repeat the second's mistake."

"Don't dwell on it, and don't blame yourself too much."

Huai Yin looked at the fractured Buzhou Mountain and sighed, "How much longer will it take for you to ascend to Demigod?"

Jing Ci pondered, "If you weren't suppressing me, I'd have ascended long ago."

"Suppressing you has its reasons; otherwise, ascending to Demigod would bring unfavorable attention."

Huai Yin chuckled, "At that point, stealth wouldn't be an option."

Jing Ci maintained a stoic expression, saying nothing.

"Tonight, visit the Dark World to gauge the strength of the Dusk organization. I hear that group reveres my junior brother fanatically and might be scheming in secret. Also, snatch a piece of Mythical Weaponry and gift it to the Su Family's little girl to save her constant yearning."

Huai Yin spoke indifferently.

At that moment, he suddenly seemed to sense something, raised his head, and sighed.

"The Lord has grown stronger again."

In the sky resembling the Netherworld, a blood-colored visage seemed to emerge.

It almost consumed the entire celestial dome.

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