Chapter 111: The Origin of the Empty City

Yunxi’s words immediately captured everyone’s attention, and all present fell into deep, contemplative silence.

Zhou Langchen turned to his junior martial brother and asked, "Junior Brother Bai, do you recall the exact time you sent the distress signal?"

The junior brother, the very same disciple of the Famous Sword Sect who had recounted the events earlier, thought for a moment before replying, "It was at the Hour of the Rat (11:00 PM to 1:00 AM). That was precisely when this empty city was being crushed. I suspect the spatial turbulence might have..."

I landed on the water's surface and, wielding my Nine-Section Sword, prepared to strike. Unexpectedly, a colossal dragon claw burst through the surface and swiped at my face. I immediately grabbed onto its talons and drove my Nine-Section Sword deep into it.

I usually avoid meddling in other people's affairs, but driven by curiosity, I stealthily followed the source of the sound. By the time I reached the scene, the noise had ceased. All I could see was blood staining the ground and two men with hands dripping in gore.

The Zhang brothers, drenched in cold sweat, slumped against the wall, gasping for air. The ranger and the butcher lay stiff on the ground, their fate unknown. Daoist Feng was sprawled on the floor, eyes tightly shut, his chest heaving violently. As for the swordsman named Xu Zhan, upon seeing it was Li Changan, he sheepishly emerged from his hiding spot in the corner and offered the Daoist an awkward smile.

This was their first meeting since their bitter fallout three months ago. Maintaining such composure was the absolute limit of her endurance; she was unsure how much longer she could keep it up.

Furthermore, Qi Tianyang had no parents; he was a being formed when the consciousness of Lianzhi reattached itself to a skeleton to take on a fetal shape.

This time, he circled in every direction—north, south, east, and west—yet it was only when he turned toward the east that the colors on the painting began to emerge.

So that was the reason. A sudden realization dawned on me, though I did not believe that letting her live would cause me no harm. Perhaps she intended to slowly erode my being, or even... I dared not think any further and, gripped by a sudden fear, involuntarily took two steps back.

I could hardly believe it, but if that dog’s mouth were to open even an inch and take a bite out of his backside, it wouldn't just be a matter of opening two more holes in his pants.

Duan Jiaojiao said this as she pinned me onto the large bed, her eyes brimming with allure.

However, their attire was incredibly peculiar; some wore late Qing Dynasty garments, others sported Sun Yat-sen suits from the Republic of China era, or various fashions from bygone days. There were also a few in modern clothing, but most were dressed quite properly.

"Hmph, do not forget how we became terracotta warriors! Our spirits are fused into every part of this material, which is why you have turned into this state now!" General Bai Liu exclaimed furiously.

Beigong Mingxu looked displeased. Watching Zhen Xi knit her brows, he thought to himself that special admission students truly lacked breeding—to speak to one’s elders with such a lack of decorum—and he could not help but reveal his disdain.

An Ruchu remained silent, merely staring at Momo, lost in thought. Rong Xiang felt a bit awkward, his pride stung.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the youth walked forward in a dark blue robe, holding prayer beads. His expression was calm, devoid of any pressure, as if he were accustomed to such scenes, moving forward with complete composure.

Well, that was decided. Regarding her, he resolved to change his strategy and play the scoundrel to the end. After all, who told this girl to be so unscrupulous?

Having survived the ordeal, it still felt like a dream; every time he closed his eyes, that bloody scene played out before him.

"Cease the experiment." Having reached this point, Wang Qian finally felt that enough data had been collected.

One must realize that as the eldest young master of the Wu family, he had cultivated as well. Although his cultivation was not high, he had reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

In the real world, this expanse of starry space was silent and still; even the replica of Azeroth, which should have been highly active, had ceased its operations.

It must be said that makeup is a formidable art. If someone had only seen a portrait of Lu Shuangyang and was not intimately familiar with him, they would likely find it impossible to recognize the famous young master of the Lu family before them.