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Chapter 733 - 424: If There’s a Chance, Can We Meet Again (6K for Monthly Pass)_4

Chapter 733: Chapter 424: If There’s a Chance, Can We Meet Again (6K for Monthly Pass)_4

—— "Lord of the Nether Shadows"!

When you gaze into the Nine Nether Abyss, the abyss returns a message.

His name.

"You all are quite interesting," he said.

"But fate has been determined, you shall be sacrifices for life, as the prologue to my master’s awakening."

Before his voice faded, the surrounding gray mist began to drift.

Taking the remnants as its center, the stain started spreading anew.

The entire city of Radiant Light once again plunged into absolute darkness, and amidst the howling shadowy winds emerged chilling specters. The doors of the Netherworld were now wide open, extending welcoming palms towards the living.

Thousands upon thousands of palms.

The Dusty Yonder Demigod and others, who had just begun to relax, abruptly changed their expressions.

A mythic being at the city’s outskirts abruptly attempted to flee but was pierced by a falling shadow from the sky, never showing signs of life again.

Cold sweat poured down the Dusty Yonder Demigod’s forehead.

Indeed, he still had some tricks up his sleeve, and some desperate killing moves, but whether it was any trick or weapon, they were all ineffective against such beings.

A hopeless situation!

Despair!

This was even more the case for other mythic beings.

Previously, underneath the cover of the stain over Radiant Light City, they still had the chance to abandon the common folk and escape alone. But now, under the gaze of a high-ranking being, they hardly had any chance to flee.

Moreover, as the gray mist reconverged, countless Mysterious Evils emerged once again.

Seven Stars, Eight Stars.

They had just undergone a great battle, and nearly everyone was injured. At this moment, they might not even need the "Lord of the Nether Shadows" to take action personally; they could perish in the Evil Tide.

The situation at the Sunlight Welfare Institute was much the same.

The mood of the people was extremely low, filled with despair.

This was partly due to the influence of the stain, but more so due to the judgment of reality.

"It’s over, it’s really over this time," muttered Instructor Li, his complexion ghostly pale.

The young man Liu Feng who wielded the sword clenched his fists but couldn’t muster any strength.

Chi Yan was on all fours, her hair standing up, displaying a fierce and brutal expression.

"Roar!!!"

She was about to charge into the fray when Fang You held her back.

Even if Chi Yan was capable of fighting fiercely, in the face of a Ninth Order being, she was just an ant, incomparably insignificant.

So was everyone present.

Even the mighty Demigods, displaying the might to pierce the heavens and the earth, were merely slightly more robust ants in front of a higher being.

Seven Moves mythics could still pose a bit of a challenge to Eight Moves Demigods. However, the gap between Eight Moves Demigods and a Ninth Order was too vast!

Ninth Order could be called a god!

Many Ancient Gods and gods of worship were only Ninth Order!

"Perhaps, this is destiny."

"In the obscurity of fate, countless threads of destiny converge to a single point, and that becomes the choice made."

Fang You slowly put on a glove.

A silver-white one, somewhat chipped at the paint.

Then he looked at the surrounding people, "Later, no matter what happens, don’t bother about me, just run for your lives. The Guardian Dragon will protect you."

"Director, are you going to..."

Instructor Li and other instructors were astonished.

They all speculated that Director Fang, who created many miracles, couldn’t just be an ordinary person, couldn’t be just a regular mythic being.

But in more than two years, they never saw the director take real action.

The Director’s swordsmanship, knife skills, and magic were all incredibly exquisite, like beautiful art. His strength level, however, hadn’t been high; he never used mythic-level power.

They dared not ask, but they couldn’t help speculating.

The director might be an extremely high-ranking being who had suffered incurable and severe injuries. That’s why he came to Radiant Light City, to take a position like the director of a welfare institute.

Could it be that...

Some were overjoyed, but Old Li keenly caught the headmaster’s words, and, upon relating them to his own speculation, his expression gradually grew solemn.

"Teacher..."

Liu Feng opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat.

He was very smart, perhaps too smart for his own good, which might have made him less focused.

However, that’s only when compared to Chi Yan and Zhou Bao.

Fang You handed over a book to Liu Feng.

"Take this book. When needed, tear out a page and give it to your brothers and sisters who are preparing to make a mythic breakthrough. It will protect you all."

Then he turned to Old Li and the others, "After this, the reconstruction of the Sunlight Welfare Institute will be in your hands."

He had made some preparations.

Godslayer Weapons · Master of Realm had stored an immense amount of World Energy, enough for him to launch a desperate strike. Of course, in the absence of Blue Star, he wouldn’t be capable of unleashing the power he had when he confronted the Lord of the Blood Lake.

But what he needed to do was simply to hold on for a while.

This was the Candela Empire.

If they managed to escape from this spatially unique realm of Xia Guang City, they would stand a chance at survival.

Moreover...

As World Energy gradually increased, Fang You keenly noticed something was off with the grand duke of shadows; his presence here didn’t seem to be his true form, far less real than the Lord of the Blood Lake had been that day.

Real or not, it had to be done.

He took a step forward.

His trouser leg was tugged on.

Looking down, it was Chi Yan clutching his trouser leg, lips pursed, emitting soft whimpers.

Perhaps sensing something, some clenched their hands tightly, while others sobbed.

Zhou Bao, the youngest and over three meters tall, had tears streaming down his face, crying like a thousand-pound child.

Fang You patted his head.

"Parting now doesn’t mean a farewell forever."

"Live well, and if the chance arises, we may meet again in the future."

Fang You himself was getting sentimental.

His gaze swept around, memorizing every familiar face and etching them deep into his soul.

He wouldn’t die.

Neither would anyone else.

As to whether they would meet again...

Dressed in white robes, wearing gloves, and wielding a scepter, Fang You stepped into the air, one step at a time.

Space-time began to ripple around him.

He strode out, standing above the heavens, slowly lifting his palm upward, seemly holding up the world on the verge of collapse.

Flamefire beliefs, ignite!

World Energy, arise!

The gigantic tree emerged behind him, its towering shadow piercing the oppressive clouds, the scorching white flames dispelling the endless grey mist, making time and space seem to retreat before him.

Fang You gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his body swirling with golden energy, he pushed out his palm.

As if he were pushing the whole world forward!

The giant face formed by the converging clouds only had time to express a hint of surprise before it was pierced through!

It seemed as though even time and space were penetrated.

The river of time and space surged, with blossoms of Wave spray splashing and falling, bringing a weight heavier than the world itself.

Fang You looked back.

He gave one last look at the welfare institute where he had lived for over two years, at the precious memories he had left behind, and at the lovely children there.

The figure in the white robe suddenly shattered, turning into specks of golden light that scattered with the wind.

The clouds also dissipated.

The land was bathed once more in the golden glow.

People looked up, facing the warm sunlight, chasing the drifting golden particles.

Under the azure sky, there seemed to be a face.

A gentle and brilliant smiling face.