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

He looked again with concentrated attention.


Just as Yu Meng had said, Mo Ren Di's punches... had slowed down!


Although such "slowing down" wasn't easy to detect in the heat of the collision, both Yu Meng and Zhao Yulong had broken through one Mental Lock and had sharp perception. After careful scrutiny, they had noticed this point. If initially Mo Ren Di could throw ten punches in a second, over time, he could now only manage eight punches a second.


Yu Meng's eyelids drooped as he added another sentence, "The movements of the Bug Men, I think are somewhat strange."


"And moreover, why have all the bugs exploded?"


At this point, Yi Lin's mind still kept revisiting Gu Sinan's Precognition Dream and Gu Tianqing's Divination.


Chapter 459: The Premature Birth of the King! (6400 words for monthly pass)_4