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    Chapter 1794 Dalton''s Past


    The possibility that Wynter was thinking she might die because she had entered a formation that was difficult to break through made Dalton''s calm eyes deepen with thought.


    In the night, he no longer appeared as pure and innocent as Wynter had seen him in the Wretched Ground.


    He should have looked like an immortal, given his ck hair, white robes, and fur-lined coat. But his striking features,bined with the faint Fankrit inscriptions around his neck, gave him an air of forbidden allure.


    He stared directly at Wynter, then smiled. Entering the formation didn''t necessarily mean death. He would ensure she remained unharmed if she was willing to stay for him. What was a formation if not something he could control?


    Dalton admitted he wasn''t acting like his usual self. Born from the refining mes, his sole purpose was to correct the Realms of Reincarnation. Now, to be told that all of this was just a formation - a fragment of someone''s memory-made him feel like the world had turned upside down.


    Wynter had no idea that Dalton would guess she had entered a formation. Normally, even if someone noticed her unusual behavior, they would assume she had taken over someone else''s body. After all, no sane person would immediately guess it was a formation.


    It wasn''t that Wyntercked caution, but Dalton was simply too perceptive. No wonder the heavens had cut his life short.


    Not all the mystic spirits could grasp that Wynter intended to bear the heavenly punishment for Ailithir.


    The spider, having lived for so long and noticing Dalton, who was always by Wynter''s side, didn''t immediately approach her to exin that heaven wasn''t so easily deceived.


    The impending heavenly punishment wasn''t just targeting Mt. Nyxvarn, but the other major sects had shamelessly ced them at the forefront.


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