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Chapter 167 Much Stronger

Under the brocade of the azure sky, a Quinjet was like a silver falcon, cutting through the sky, carrying an extraordinary journey. Inside the cabin, Coulson's voice, like the whisper of an ancient scroll, echoed in the metal shell: "Yi Fang, are you sure you want to lead this child on the legendary holy path, rather than letting him live in the protection of S.H.I.E.L.D. or the mystery of Kamar-Taj?"

Lu Yifang's eyes were as firm as a rock, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had foreseen the glory of the future. At this moment, a clear and crisp laughter like a silver bell interrupted the silence. Luna, the elf sitting in the shadow, gently shook her dust-free little feet and said with a smile: "When it comes to fighting against the demons of the abyss, only the holy light of the Church can penetrate the darkness. This trip to the holy land may be God's will."

Johnny Blaze, the Ghost Rider who drove the excavator on the highway last night, stepped into the cabin in the morning light, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented light, which was a sign of liberation. "The Supreme Sorcerer has given me the green light, and this monastery is the starting point of my rebirth." His words were full of expectation, as if he had seen the evil spirit curse dissipate like morning mist.

However, against the backdrop of this joy, a layer of melancholy covered little Danny's face. In those innocent eyes, there was a flicker of fear of an unknown fate. Seeing this, Johnny squatted down and gently stroked the child's head with his palms that were branded by fire, telling him about the courage and sacrifice behind the Ghost Rider. Gradually, the light of trust was rekindled in Danny's heart.

The Quinjet, like a time traveler, landed precisely in a vast desert, where rocks and sand dunes intertwined to form a desolate and magnificent picture. When everyone stepped out of the cabin, what greeted them was not a magnificent palace, but a group of ascetics living in caves and grottoes, wearing simple linen robes and stepping on the yellow sand. Their figures looked particularly tough and simple in the morning light.

Johnny looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart could not help but ripple. "Molo, are you sure these monks who seem to be isolated from the world can remove the shackles on me? They don't even have a pair of decent shoes..." There was a hint of doubt in his tone, but also a hint of expectation.

Father Moreau was about to speak, but Luna had already taken the lead. A hint of complex emotions flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Ascetics are warriors of the spiritual world. They have abandoned the constraints of material things, used their bodies as millstones, and forged the tenacity of their souls in suffering." Her explanation was like a breeze blowing on the face, refreshing everyone present.

As Lu Yifang arrived, the ascetics seemed to sense something and gathered around him. The old man in the lead slowly lifted his hood, revealing a weathered but wise face. His eyes showed both compassion for the world and scrutiny of the newcomers. At that moment, an indescribable tacit understanding flowed between them, as if the thread of fate had tightly connected everyone.

"Welcome to the holy land, which is not only the starting point of physical liberation, but also the harbor of spiritual home." Father Moreau's voice echoed in the morning breeze, opening the curtain for this extraordinary journey. In this desert forgotten by time, a legend about faith, courage and redemption is quietly unfolding. Under the dim and mysterious afterglow, his face seemed to have become a living ancient book, with every inch of his skin covered with fine and ancient text, and even his exposed arms seemed to be caressed by the ink of history, and every stroke contained unknown secrets and power. Lu Yifang's heart was inexplicably throbbing, as if he could feel the weak but firm pulse of magic beating gently under those words. They were not accidental, but carried a deep mission.

Father Moro had a brief ritualistic greeting with the "text-ridden" traveler, who then responded with a meaningful nod and waved his fingers gracefully like a conductor, giving silent instructions to the followers behind him. These followers moved silently in front of Lu Yifang and others like shadows, inviting them to move forward in a respectful and majestic gesture. On the other side, a group of figures were waiting in formation, gently surrounding Nadja and Danny, leading the mother and son into another journey of exploration full of unknowns.

"Relax, everyone," Father Moreau's voice was like a spring in the desert, nourishing everyone's heart. "Although they appear rough on the outside, their hearts are like an oasis in the desert, warm and generous. You will experience unprecedented tranquility and beauty here, especially the boundless desert scenery, which will surely make you linger." Behind him followed Johnny, who was full of hope. The dark-skinned priest made a solemn promise to lift the curse that had plagued him for many years. This was the new starting point that Johnny had always dreamed of.

On the winding path leading to the resting place, Luna flicked her fingers lightly, and a series of crisp snapping sounds suddenly rang out in the air, as if it was the key to open another world. Then, two phantoms that were almost identical to Lu Yifang and Luna appeared out of thin air, quietly accompanying the ascetic monk and Coulson Melinda on another journey. The whole process was smooth and did not cause any ripples.

"What secret have you discovered?" Lu Yifang turned his head, his eyes full of curiosity and exploration.

"The air here is filled with rich holy light energy, much stronger than I expected," Luna's eyes flashed with excitement. She looked around, as if she could penetrate the stone walls and look directly at the secrets hidden deep inside. "It seems that our guess has come true. There are unknown treasures hidden here." After that, she took Lu Yifang's hand without saying a word and walked towards another seemingly ordinary cave entrance.

"Remember your expression when you mentioned the ascetic monk? Why was it so complicated?" Lu Yifang asked.

"That's because," Luna's tone was filled with a subtle complex emotion, "the ascetics are fanatical pursuers of the Holy Light. They use extreme self-discipline to forge their souls. Their beliefs are pure and obsessive, and sometimes even harsh. In the eyes of many people, including some believers of the Holy Light, they are regarded as unapproachable. After all, the demand for perfection is not only directed at oneself, but also often affects others. Throughout history, many extreme judges of religions have emerged from these groups."

As they go deeper, the cave gradually reveals more ancient and mysterious scenes, as if every stone is telling a story about faith, sacrifice and searching. Lu Yifang and Luna are gradually uncovering this forbidden land protected by holy light, exploring the true secrets hidden under the words and desert.