Jill Young's Divine Halo had faded to the point where it looked completely extinguished, like a pile of ashes after a fire—if you searched carefully, maybe you'd find a tiny spark buried under the wreckage.
But even a tiny spark can set the whole prairie ablaze.
Looking at this Divine Halo pushed to its absolute limit, even Jack Young couldn't help but sigh: "You've worked so hard for our final victory. Now, leave the rest to me."
Jack Young's three Divine Halos surrounded Jill's, releasing dazzling divine light. The light curled around the faded halo like ribbons—piling on kindling, dry leaves, and even dousing it with alcohol and gasoline. Suddenly, the nearly collapsed halo flared to life.
That fiery, crimson glow surged upward, burning fiercely—almost shooting straight for the sky.
All three Divine Halos powered up together, especially the one that was still intact and full of spirit—running at max output nonstop. With divine light flashing, Jill's halo was quickly restored and refilled. Simultaneously, the half-halo at Jill's brow, which couldn't leave her body, also got a rapid charge through the twin link. It was like an empty gas tank suddenly filled with jet fuel—the surging willpower nearly burned a hole in the sky.
"Go on, I've got things covered here." Jack Young waved, and the blazing Divine Halo shot off along the spiritual channel in a blink.
Then, Jack Young pointed his sword, and his Mystic Crown Artifact transformed in midair into a luminous coronet, like flowing moonlight. The three Divine Halos—though dimmed but still in good shape—flew into the moonlit crown one by one, interlocking and making it shine even brighter.
Golden light from the statue at his left hand flowed and spread, plating the crown with a golden film. The Mystic Crown Artifact, crafted by Jack himself, resonated with his spirit—just as Jill had sealed her full strength into her own weapon, Jack poured his spiritual power into his.
But after all that, the gold coating on Jack himself grew thin. Flickering in and out, he felt a huge force pushing him away.
"My time's up. With this golden light, the crown can leave me and still do its job." Jack Young placed the coronet on Susan Morrow's head, and she instantly felt a surge of unstoppable spiritual support.
At the same time, Jack tapped Jonathan Black a few times and sent him a burst of innate energy. The terrifying destruction was halted, and his rampaging blood was completely stabilized. The cracks on Jonathan's body didn't heal, but at least no new ones appeared. The innate energy sealed his wounds, and the genetic collapse was temporarily suppressed.
"Mom, cousin," Jack Young put his hands on their shoulders, his palms warm. "Forget about Earth's problems for now. Just focus on finding a cure. Our family needs to stick together—and bring Auntie home."
Pop! The golden light scattered like fireworks, and Jack Young vanished again. From arrival to departure, the whole thing took barely a minute—but he completely turned the tables.
Infinity Promontory was peaceful again, leaving just Susan Morrow and Jonathan Black.
"Come on, Xiu Xiu, let's go look for..."
But today, the two of them were clearly not destined to search quietly. Suddenly—bang, bang, bang—heavy footsteps echoed at the door, barging in with the force of a marching band.
"Master Nature?!" Jonathan Black cried, struggling to his feet. "That fast?!"
But when he looked up, he saw a beautiful woman.
Her hair was the color of blood, her eyes like flames. Tall and imposing, she strode in with an air of icy strength.
Jonathan Black was stunned.
Parfice?
Parfice Zade?
Having spent ages at the Zade Scion Training Camp—and with a memory like a steel trap—Jonathan Black knew exactly who this red-haired woman was. Sure, it was his first time meeting her in person, but among the Zade Scions, rumors about her had always been rampant: stuff like 'she's got a screw loose,' 'can't adapt,' 'pretty dumb,' and so on.
Whether she's dumb or not isn't the issue—the real question is, why is she here?
How did she even get into Infinity Promontory?
She... Jonathan Black's eyes widened as it dawned on him. This woman was a Zade daughter—a minion of Old Zade! He didn't know why she'd shown up, but she was definitely the enemy!
But this enemy looked at Jonathan Black—and to his surprise, she spoke first. Her voice was cold, but not unpleasant: "Long time no see."
"Hmph, what nonsense! This is our first meeting, Parfice Zade!" Jonathan Black emphasized 'Zade,' blocking the doorway like a one-man army. "Whatever that old geezer wants, he can forget it! And you tell him this—I'm coming for revenge, and he'll pay for every drop of blood!"
The red-haired woman on the other side reacted in a curious way—she actually snorted with laughter!
It was short, subtle—hard to say if it was mocking or something else, but for once, that always-cold, always-tough face actually showed an expression.
Then—bam! Parfice sent Jonathan Black flying with a kick to the chest. Sure, Jonathan was in terrible shape, but no denying it—that ruthless legwork left him helpless. He tried to get up, only to be punted like a soccer ball, crashing into the far wall of the main room.
"Out of the way." Parfice marched forward with military precision, heading straight for the side room.
Inside the side room was an old desk with paper and pen. Decades had passed, but Infinity Promontory was still pristine. Susan Morrow sat quietly in her old seat, and across from her—in the chair that once belonged to Joan Morrow—a skeleton sat silently.
She was thin, lifeless, her once-soft hair now completely gray. But her back was perfectly straight, and she still held a pen—like a top student carefully working on homework. The old notebook in her hands was filled to the brim.
This was the very place where Joan Morrow disappeared.
And that homework was the last thing Joan Morrow wrote before she left.
Decades had passed, but everything remained the same. Joan Morrow's bones hadn't decayed—she didn't even look like a corpse. She seemed to be asleep, completely unchanged from when she was alive.
Susan Morrow was in tears.
When Parfice entered, the coronet atop Susan Morrow's head flickered, then fell silent again. Susan turned to look at the red-haired woman at the door. Decades had raced by, but the memories were fresh as yesterday. Through her tear-blurred eyes, Susan saw the girl at the door as she was all those years ago.
Susan gently reached out her hand and whispered, "Queenie..."
As Jonathan Black charged in, teeth clenched and roaring, Parfice didn't even look—she just kicked him in the chin without missing a beat. Then, this fierce woman stood quietly at the doorway, staring inside at Joan Morrow and Susan Morrow. No words, no movement, no expression.