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

His entire head had exploded; he had died with his eyes closed.


Emperor Zhucong, his head blown off by a gunshot, collapsed softly, kneeling on the scorched earth.


Before Emperor Zhucong died, Yi Lin did not forget to make this great emperor shine one last time. With a slight curl of her fingers, she drew an illusory blood orb from his headless corpse.


Yi Lin wasn't sure if it was just her illusion, but that blood orb seemed exceptionally large, exceptionally dazzling, exceptionally beautiful.


It was almost comparable to a unit of Xiao Yang's Power!


This shows just how high an apostle's strength, agility, and spirit can reach once they break through a lock.


A "Three-Star" Bloodthirsty Disaster could only extract 30% of the "Attribute Value" to condense into a "Blood Intent" for storage.


Chapter 478: The Fall of the Emperor!