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

Old Pan had a pretty high Luck Value, so he shouldn't have gotten into trouble so easily.


Yi Lin remembered he had other things to do, so he decisively turned and left.


For some reason, as he watched that large group of Angel Envoys gather together, Yi Lin always felt the urge to sneak over and give them a few hits.


Whether it was for Death Points or for the chaos points.


Or perhaps for those unreliable random rewards, anyway, it would be worth it.


But soon, Yi Lin suppressed that inexplicable impulse.


He frowned slightly and didn't think too much about it.


Li Changge's mental state had collapsed.


The continuous stream of chrysanthemum special effects behind him was the proof.


"Damn it! How could those guys chase so persistently?"


Chapter 149 That Glorious Field of Chrysanthemums (Making Up for the Missing Updates, Combined) - 3