Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

Little Yee swallowed nervously, her mouth dry.


An icy sting on her neck made her freeze in place.


It was not that she couldn't move, but that she dared not.


Yi Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled, his expression as warm as sunlight in a mild winter.


But the knife in his hand pressed a few centimeters deeper into Little Yee's skin.


Black blood traced a thick line down the groove of the dagger, finally dripping from its tip.


Yet her ten trembling fingers silently bulged with veins under the coarse hemp clothes, at the back of her hands.


Unexpectedly, Yi Lin dragged the blade downward.


But because of the angle, not a single drop stained Yi Lin's white clothes.


Little Yee's eyes widened in shock as she stumbled several steps forward.


Chapter 047 The Ghost Hunter is so cruel! _1