Following Faen all the way to the depths of the spirit realm, when seeing this small island floating on the sea surface, even Riven's face revealed a touch of surprise.
Although her knowledge level was limited, Riven still knew the spirit realm was Faen's territory; everything here could be changed at will according to Faen's consciousness.
Given this point, Riven once thought Faen's spirit realm might be even more chaotic and lewd than imagined. For example, everywhere full of temptations leading people to depravity or something. But somewhat unexpectedly to Riven, Faen's spirit realm was actually very... fresh and artistic?
"Don't make me look like some big demon." Faen was speechless: "In fact, people who truly pursue extreme joy are few. More people have long lost their edges under the tempering of society and time, their thinking inclining more towards happiness of taking things as they come, rather than extreme pursuit of joy... Of course, this joy also needs to be maintained. Because human nature always tends to 'add a little', just like budget, adding more and more. In the end, a little carelessness, joy adding layer by layer, will become collective disorderly fanaticism."
Hearing Faen's words, Riven nodded thoughtfully, then asked suspiciously: "Why are you telling me this? I don't need to know..."
"Although the skin is alluring, the soul is more memorable." Faen said casually: "Although I have improper designs on you, this is just my own selfish desire. Your consciousness projection in the spirit realm explained to me that you possess infinite potential yourself. This means you have more possibilities, and your existence will also make this world develop towards a better direction, so I won't use these things to threaten you to serve me."
Hearing this, Riven fell silent, not knowing how to evaluate Faen's behavior. But listening to Faen's meaning, Riven could more or less feel Faen didn't intend to use her through coercion and deception. This made Riven, who had just experienced a betrayal, relax slightly. However, regarding Faen's latter sentence about her making the world develop towards a better direction...
Couldn't help sneering, not targeting Faen, Riven just said somewhat self-mockingly: "Although I was once a Noxian... I still have to ask, do you agree with Noxus's practice of invading other regions? What make the world develop better..."
"This point is really hard to say." Hearing this, Faen shook his head:
"Although Noxus caused invasion, it's just like Ionian fishermen catching a boat of sardines; to prevent these sardines from dying, they would throw two catfishes into the fish school, making the sardines move constantly in fright to ensure their own breathing preventing death upon leaving water. Noxus indeed caused terrible destruction everywhere in Runeterra, but similarly, peace and prosperity in many places are just delaying the crisis... hmm, my hometown Ionia is like this."
Speaking up to here, Faen couldn't help curling his lips: "Those old things in the Placidium are more stubborn and foul than stones in a latrine pit."
Listening to Faen's muttering, Riven shrugged, indicating she couldn't understand very well.
However, Faen didn't discuss too much on this matter, just looking at Riven and saying: "Born in silt doesn't mean being dirty. Take it slow, you will slowly understand these words I said."
Faen wasn't anxious to cultivate Riven—achievements in the spirit realm often have extremely deep connections with self-thinking enlightenment. Even in Ionia, it is so.
Irelia the Blade Dancer, Master Yi the Wuju Bladesman, Zed the Master of Shadows... they all mastered the power of the spirit realm actively or passively accompanied by the breakthrough of self-consciousness.
Especially Irelia, this nominal little junior sister of Faen, mastered the long-lost blade dance on the spot because of witnessing her family's death. The Noxian officer on the scene didn't even have time to shout 'Holy crap, hacks' before being chopped up like melons and vegetables by Irelia.
And Riven... it could be seen from her painfully resolving to ask Elder Souma to destroy the black stone giant sword granted by Darkwill representing all her glory and reputation because of witnessing Ionia's prosperous land wailing under the effect of alchemical fire. Riven wasn't a Noxian iron-blooded soldier like Darius, just growing up in Noxus, her personal values were also influenced by Noxus, thus losing herself in her past life.
"Not all lost ones will find themselves." Faen looked at Riven peacefully: "But I know, and can feel, you will find yourself."
Feeling the encouragement and trust in Faen's words, Riven got goosebumps all over, saying with a face full of disgust: "Sounds nice, don't make me eat your dirty things again in a while."
"If you honestly say you want to eat, I won't despise you." Faen spread his hands.
"Who wants to eat." Riven rolled her eyes.
While speaking, the two also came to a clearing in the forest.
Noticing Faen stopped suddenly, Riven looked left and right, then quickly discovered the brass harp half-embedded in the ground in the center of the clearing.
Called brass, but actually this harp was almost exactly the same as the form when Styraatu was fully liberated before, except for size. Just compared to when fully liberated, the current brass harp didn't have that weird aura of being alive like when fully liberated.
Then, in Riven's vision, Faen just picked up the harp straight away.
Almost the next instant Faen's palm landed on the harp—Boom!!
Accompanied by a roar, explosive fire waves erupted from that harp almost instantly, turning into a high-temperature wall of fire sweeping towards the surroundings.
On those taut strings, boiling flames clamored up, tongues of fire rolling. Weird eyes opened from the flames one by one, accompanied by a mournful roar—"Styraatu!! Regains freedom!!!"
Roaring, suddenly, Styraatu's roar paused slightly. Then in hindsight she cast her gaze behind her, immediately seeing the giant-like Faen and Riven looking down at her from above.
And looking at the blustering Styraatu, Riven on the side scratched her head and said: "Uh... is this guy the... Darkin who fought with you all night before?"
"More or less, just that this realm is my territory." Hearing this, Faen nodded with a relaxed face, then cast his gaze at Styraatu and said: "Now, let's have a good talk, Styraatu."