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

Only a blush of shy orange remained in the sky, like the poetic sentiments of a girl in the bloom of youth.


And as night was about to fall in Haiting City, a kaleidoscope of neon lights started to illuminate, along with those blindingly bright holographic advertisements.


"Huff... I'm freaking... I'm freaking... almost done for..."


Li Changge had been chased by a large group of Angel Envoys the entire afternoon, and if it weren't for Old Pan providing backup and conveniently knocking out a few with low health and high agility, by taking advantage of nightfall, he could finally catch his breath.


Glancing back at the group of Angel Envoys, he roughly estimated there to be at least twenty or thirty. If they were to clash head-on...


Li Changge quickly shook his head, dismissing this unrealistic thought.


Chapter 150: With This Strike of My Staff_1