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

"Everyone, contract the blockade line as fast as possible, and gather toward Morning Ray Housekeeping Service!"


It was evident that the monster before them, having evolved from the Hirudo, was no longer taking the short and sly route through sewer paths.


Perched atop one of the cars floating in mid-air, Zhao Yulong sensed something was amiss.


Zhao Yulong's face showed shock as he exclaimed, "Holy shit."


"Their movements, they're not quite right! They aren't just imitating human actions, they're imitating... the captain! Fuck!"


Although Zhao Yulong usually relied mostly on Skills,


let's not forget, he was from the Imperial Family.


He inherently possessed a strong foundation in Ancient Martial Arts.


Chapter 453 They Are Imitating Mo Ren Di! (6800-word Megachapter for Monthly Tickets)