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The golden light faded away, and in the empty spiritual world, Mark slowly put down his hands, and the golden light also faded. He looked around and confirmed that Toby and Moloch had completely disappeared before he breathed a sigh of relief. The fragment of the holy stone on his chest no longer emitted red light, but returned to its original light blue color, lying quietly in Mark's body.

Mark tried to move and found that he was still floating in the air. This empty space seemed to have no boundaries and no direction. He stretched out his hand and touched a piece of nothingness, no sense of reality, no temperature.

"How to get out?" Mark frowned. He tried various methods, condensed energy to impact the surroundings, and even tried to tear the space, but everything was in vain. This space was like a cage, trapping him tightly.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the center of the space, rotating faster and faster, emitting a strong suction. Mark felt an irresistible force pulling him over, and he flew to the center of the vortex involuntarily.

There were whispers from the vortex, vague, but as if calling his name, becoming clearer and louder. The voice carried an ancient and mysterious aura, which made Mark feel a palpitation.

As he got closer to the vortex, the suction became stronger and stronger, and Mark felt as if his body was about to be torn apart. He instinctively wanted to resist, but it was useless.

"Mark... my child..."

The whisper in the vortex became clearer, with a loving but creepy tone.

Mark was sucked into the center of the vortex, and everything in front of him became distorted. The white space was gradually replaced by colorful colors, and all kinds of strange scenes flashed before his eyes, as if it was the chaotic scene at the beginning of the universe.

Then, all the scenes disappeared, replaced by a group of invisible mist. This group of mist kept changing its shape, sometimes like a human figure, sometimes like a beast, and sometimes like some strange existence that could not be described in words.

"Who... are you?" Mark asked, resisting the discomfort of his body. His voice was a little trembling, and he seemed particularly small in this empty space.

The fog rolled and made a low sound, as if countless people were whispering at the same time: "I am 'he'... and you..."

The voice was erratic, as if it came from all directions, and as if it came from the depths of Mark's heart.

Mark looked at the ever-changing fog, frowning. He felt that this fog contained a powerful force, far beyond any enemy he had ever encountered.

"I... are you?" Mark repeated "he"'s words, his eyes full of confusion. He tried hard to understand the meaning of this sentence, but felt that his thoughts were in chaos, as if he fell into a fog.

The fog continued to roll and change shape, as if responding to Mark's questions.

"You are part of 'he', and 'he' is also you..."

The voice carried a bewitching power, as if it was going to devour Mark's soul.

Mark took a step back, his eyes full of vigilance.

"I don't understand..." Mark shook his head, he refused to accept "he"'s statement.

The fog chuckled, like a sigh.

"You'll understand... one day..."

The mist slowly drifted towards Mark, as if to surround him.

Mark subconsciously raised his hands, condensing golden energy in his palms, ready to defend.

"Don't be afraid, my child..." The voice of the mist became gentler, "I won't hurt you..."

"Stay away from me!" Mark shouted sharply, and the golden energy flashed in his hands, illuminating this empty space.

The golden energy became stronger and stronger, gradually forming two light blades, rotating in Mark's hands. Mark stared at the erratic mist, his body trembling slightly, which was the natural reaction of the muscles under extreme tension.

This empty space seemed to have a sense of substantial existence because of the appearance of the golden light.

"Child, you can't resist your fate..." The mist did not stop floating, and the voice was still gentle, but with a hint of unquestionable majesty. It continued to approach Mark, as if ignoring the energy in Mark's hand.

Mark clenched his teeth, and sweat oozed from his forehead. He pushed the light blade in his hand forward, and the golden light cut through the space and went straight to the center of the mist.

"I said, stay away from me!" Mark roared, with a hint of fear in his voice.

The golden blade of light penetrated the mist, but did not cause any substantial damage. The mist was like flowing water, separated by the blade of light and then quickly merged, continuing to float towards Mark.

"You are resisting yourself..." The voice of the mist echoed in Mark's ears, as if whispering in his mind.

Mark's pupils suddenly contracted, he felt dizzy, and the blade of light in his hand also dimmed a little. He staggered back, trying to distance himself from the mist.

"No... I'm not you... I... I'm Mark!" Mark tried to stay awake, and he shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of this chaotic thought.

The mist sighed softly, stopped floating, and floated in front of Mark.

"Look at your power, kid... Feel it... It comes from me and from you..."

The mist slowly deformed and gradually condensed into a vague human figure. The outline of the human figure kept changing, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, like a sculpture that has not yet taken shape.

Mark's eyes were fixed on the figure transformed by the mist, and his breathing became rapid. He felt a strong spiritual force surging in his mind, resonating with the spirit emitted by the mist.

"Accept it... embrace your destiny..." The voice of the mist became clearer, and the outline of the figure gradually stabilized.

Mark lowered his head and looked at his slightly trembling hands, and the golden energy remaining in his palms flickered. He felt a force deep in his heart calling him to surrender and accept.

He clenched his fists, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, bringing a tingling pain. He raised his head, his eyes full of struggle.

The figure transformed by the mist stretched out a hand and slowly approached Mark.