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

Yu Meng stood up from Zhao Yulong's embrace, her flowing hair swept back behind her head, looking refreshed and clear-headed.


Zhao Yulong stared blankly at Yu Meng's back.


Feeling an unfamiliarity like never before.


Yet somehow, he felt that the Yu Meng before him now was the real Yu Meng.


All along, in his interactions with Yu Meng, he had grown accustomed to her habitual indifference to others, as if she were wearing a mask.


In the past, Zhao Yulong thought that it was because Yu Meng looked down on him.


So he quit smoking, permed his hair, and donned a suit, hoping to change the image she had of him.


As Bug King Mo Di fell, Yu Meng's smile was radiant. At that moment, Zhao Yulong seemed to realize something but still couldn't bring himself to believe it.


Yu Meng turned back and smiled at Zhao Yulong.


Zhao Yulong widened his eyes, his expression complex, "Why?"


Chapter 463: Little Apple