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

There were muffled sounds of bustle and commotion all around.


The busy Haiting City seemed to be livelier than it had been in many years.


Even numerous news media rushed to the scene, eager to capture live broadcasts firsthand.


Zhao Yulong picked at his teeth, wearing flip-flops, while keeping an eye on the real-time broadcasts everywhere, occasionally making sounds of amazement.


"Eh? That's a nice leg! I could play with… cough cough."


"Tsk tsk, this angle seems a bit lacking in something."


The scene was familiar yet felt so distant.


"Zhao, Brother Zhao, can I go buy a pack of cigarettes?"


Angela looked at the unattended vending stand nearby and finally couldn't help but whisper.


"Wait, you're still smoking? Oh no, smoking?"


Chapter 148 There is a traitor among us! (Two-in-one, asking for monthly votes)_1