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

So, Yi Lin obediently began chopping wood again.


If you can consider that stubbornly hard "Yinhua wood" as wood, that is.


Just yesterday, Li Changge was beaten up with a Yinhua wood stick, his face swollen and bruised, nearly disfiguring.


Yi Lin didn't immediately start working; instead, he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the areas where the Old Ghost Hunter had chopped.


Yi Lin's Mental Attribute had become extraordinary.


His Insight had also reached a terrifying realm—


Yi Lin finally understood how the Old Ghost Hunter could easily split the Yinhua wood with that rusty axe.


It was as if the Yinhua wood was actively parting, rather than being forcibly split like Yi Lin did it.


Yi Lin also finally saw why the backside of the planks was lustrous and smooth, without any splinters.


The Old Ghost Hunter had actually followed the grain of the Yinhua wood, cleaving the wood with his axe.


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