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The shadow of the holy stone core flickered with a faint light, as if thinking.

"The energy contained in the holy stone fragments can attract each other," it said slowly, "even if the energy is lost, there is still a subtle connection between them."

Upon hearing this, Mark immediately held the two holy stone fragments that had lost their energy tightly in his hands, closed his eyes, and concentrated on feeling whether there was some connection between the fragments.

At first, he felt nothing, only the cold touch from his hands. After a while, he felt one of the fragments slightly warm and emit a faint golden light, which was looming, like breathing, flickering.

Mark opened his eyes and was surprised to find that the fragment in his hand was pointing in a direction. The golden light, like a guiding light, was particularly eye-catching in the void of space.

"This is..." Mark looked at the fragment in his hand in disbelief, his heart full of surprise and confusion. He never thought that the holy stone fragments that had lost their energy could still point the direction.

"Go in this direction, and you can find other holy stone fragments." The shadow of the holy stone core said, with a hint of certainty in his tone.

Mark no longer hesitated and immediately flew in the direction indicated by the light. His figure passed through the void space like a stream of light, at an astonishing speed.

The surrounding scene quickly retreated, the white void space seemed endless, there was no reference, only the faint golden light guided him in the direction of advance.

After flying for a long time, Mark felt that time seemed to have lost its meaning. Just when he was about to lose his patience, a vague light spot appeared in front of him.

As the distance got closer, the light spot gradually expanded, from the initial white to the colorful colors, and finally formed a vortex emitting colorful light, slowly rotating, like a nebula in the universe, mysterious and beautiful.

Mark was delighted, he knew he had found his destination. He rushed into the vortex without hesitation, and the strong light instantly swallowed his figure. He felt as if he had traveled through a time and space tunnel, the light around him was distorted and deformed, and various colors were intertwined to form a fantastic scene.

When the light faded, Mark found himself in a dense forest. Tall trees blocked out the sun, and the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled spots of light on the ground. The air was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass, and birds sang happily on the branches, and everything seemed full of vitality.

Mark looked down at the fragments of the holy stone in his hand and found that they were flashing a faint light at this moment. Although not as dazzling as before, it was much brighter than in the void space.

He looked around, trying to identify the surrounding environment, trying to find some useful clues.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by an ancient altar not far away. The altar was built of huge stones, and the surface was covered with traces of time, which looked vicissitudes and mysterious.

In the center of the altar, there was a fragment of the holy stone emitting strong energy fluctuations. This fragment was much larger than the two in Mark's hand, and the shape was more regular. It was crystal clear and emitted dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky, attracting Mark's attention.

Mark walked quickly towards the altar, his heartbeat speeding up involuntarily. He knew that he was one step closer to his goal. He stretched out his hand and wanted to take the fragment of the holy stone in the center of the altar.

The moment Mark stretched out his hand, the air around the altar suddenly twisted, and a figure slowly emerged. It was an old man in a gray robe with some strange runes embroidered on the robe, holding a simple wooden stick in his hand. The old man had white hair and beard, and his eyes were deep, as if he contained endless wisdom.

"Young man, this treasure does not belong to you." The old man spoke slowly, his voice was low and deep, like an ancient bell, echoing in the forest.

Mark retracted his hand, looked at the old man warily, and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man stroked his long beard and smiled slightly: "I am the guardian of this forest, you can call me Oran."

Mark frowned slightly: "Guardian? Does this holy stone fragment belong to you?"

Olan shook his head: "You call this treasure a holy stone fragment? It doesn't belong to anyone, it belongs to this world. I am just responsible for protecting it and preventing it from falling into the hands of bad people."

He paused, his eyes fell on the two holy stone fragments in Mark's hand,

"It seems that you have obtained two pieces of the same treasure. But it seems that the treasure in your hand has an ominous breath." Mark hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth: "These two fragments are contaminated." Mark concealed what happened between the Rebirth Organization and the Holy City.

A subtle light flashed in Oran's eyes.

The leaves around rustled, and several unknown birds flew over the branches and disappeared into the depths of the dense woods.