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

Milien's heart was flooded with absurd thoughts.


She had never felt such a deep sense of defeat.


The sword dao she had painstakingly practiced for most of her life, her talent, her strength — before this man, it all seemed insignificant, utterly weak.


Her opponent, from start to finish, maintained a calm and composed demeanor. Milien hadn't even managed to force a single drop of sweat from him.


Zhao Zilong swung his Unrivaled Spear with ease and leisure, without employing any other treasures.


On the surface, their fight seemed evenly balanced and had already lasted a full ten minutes.


In those ten minutes, their dazzling assaults left spectators overwhelmed.


Their weapons had clashed over one thousand times.


To be precise, one thousand one hundred and thirty-two times.


Their figures, in rapid motion, crossed nearly the entirety of the battlefield.


Chapter 735 "Your Eyes Are So Beautiful~" (5200 words)