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

The battle between peak martial artists determined their superiority, as well as their life and death.


Yu Liexin's punch was certainly delivered with full force.


The moisture in the air was instantly evaporated.


Everyone, in the span of a breath, felt their airways seared by the dry air, experiencing waves of piercing pain.


Around Yu Liexin, the air distorted into strange shadows under the high temperature. Especially around the fist that was thrust out, from the perspective of the onlookers, the connection between the fist and the wrist even appeared visibly bent, indicating just how terrifying this punch from Yu Liexin was.


Mo Ren Di merely smiled faintly, lifting his eyelids, his deep black eyes remained undisturbed.


In the blink of an eye, Mo Ren Di changed his posture on the stool.


Chapter 444 The Times Have Changed, He Has Not! (6800 Words, Vote for Monthly Ticket)_4