Chapter 46: What Does It Mean to End?

Shen Yue saw that all those photos were intimate ones of him and Wen Han. The earliest was from a year ago, when Wen Han got drunk and he went to Tingxue Pavilion to pick her up; the latest was taken when he and Wen Han checked into their usual hotel room, only to be caught and photographed by a strange woman. Shen Yue was neither angry nor flustered. He simply tapped the glass coffee table, his phoenix eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her. “You knew all along?”

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Auston was taken away, and just as the others were about to ask questions, a sudden uproar erupted outside, completely diverting their attention. On the dome screen, the once pitch-black surface of the teleportation array finally revealed a thin crack.

I didn’t hesitate; I raised my gun and fired at the figure at the entrance. The gunshot rang out, and the few pedestrians on the street screamed in terror and scattered. Shouts came from behind us, quickly followed by more gunfire.

But the reality was even worse than D had anticipated. Just as we returned to Hamburg, Germany, D received a message. His expression darkened as he read it, and without a second thought, he changed our destination to Switzerland.

“What a wondrous thing. I’ve never heard of anything like it…” Glancing at the mist beneath his feet, Townsend was already convinced. The luminous mist felt light and natural, familiar yet not intimate, agreeable but not merging—this was the flavor of a chance encounter.

“Damn it, you don’t know what’s good for you. I gave you a chance and you didn’t take it.” Zhu the Useless completely lost his patience. He immediately activated his special ability, preparing to forcibly drag Blondie and Baldy out of the morgue, suspended in midair.

Yet, a century later, China’s exquisite handmade goods that once fetched sky-high prices had vanished, replaced by shoddy products foreigners wouldn’t even want. This was what Zhang Xiu found most infuriating.

But no matter how simple it was, he wouldn’t bother with it. He just glanced at it, then decisively closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Amid the dazzling, multi-colored lights, a twisted and blurred face, fragmented like a kaleidoscope, appeared. Yet the youth’s stark black-and-white eyes, filled with hatred, multiplied as well—each one glaring viciously at him, each one brimming with murderous intent.

No matter what kind of “power” is being used, discovered, or explored, unexpected things will always happen in the process.

After watching the Red Barbarian Cannons bombard steel-framed buildings, the officials all gave their own opinions.

Only then did the Grandmaster of Xuandu realize that the Supreme Lord had foreseen everything. Terrified, he broke out in a cold sweat and prostrated himself, repeatedly begging for forgiveness.

The key was that the Holy Ancestor Xuanzhao had already charged forward. If he retreated now, he might be discovered by the Xuanspirit.

What was going on? In this Golden City, the ground was all paved with thick, massive slabs of bluestone—there was no dirt or yellow sand to be found. So the yellow dust wasn’t kicked up by the wind, but was actually conjured by Xiahou Shuying.

These Nightmare Realms seemed to have no entrance at all; but no matter what kind of illusion it is, how could it possibly lack an entrance? The Nightmare Ghost refused to believe it.

Though his age was impossible to measure and his experiences both rich and long, Li Chengjie had always held onto certain things. As for beautiful things, he never grew weary of them.

“Of course I like it!” Song Qingcheng’s smile bloomed like a flower, her enchanting demeanor instantly captivating all who beheld her.

They took the elevator up to the 22nd floor. When the elevator stopped, the LCD screen above the doors displayed, “22nd floor door malfunction, please use another floor or the stairs.” Of course, they knew this message was fake—it was meant to keep unrelated people from even approaching this floor.

Just the murderous aura emanating from Feng Qing was enough for this person to feel as if Feng Qing alone stood proud between heaven and earth, a lone figure and a single sword cutting through eternity, piercing the very heavens above.