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

This was the season when all things came to life.


Of course, in the snowfield, that was impossible.


The landscape of the snowfield was nothing but eternal frozen ground, blizzards filling the skies, with occasional clear weather.


After about twenty days of busying himself, Yi Lin had gone back and forth to Haiting City and finally managed to transport the equipment for building new wind power devices to Snow Mountain in batches.


Without any modern tools to assist him, Yi Lin, as the president, could only act as a pitiable porter, transferring heavy containers one by one to the designated locations.


On the other side of Snow Mountain, the foundations laid by predecessors had saved Yi Lin a lot of trouble.


Otherwise, he would have had to transport excavators and pile drivers too.


Chapter 513: Guild Base Token