The Future That Belongs to No One

A scene appeared before Liu Xiaoxiao and Zhang Shiwen.

Two figures embracing each other were encased in a massive block of ice.

There was no Golden Dragon Spear—only those two.

Two people who were both unfamiliar and familiar to them.

At the same time, someone's voice came from the surroundings. "Is this frozen fate truly impossible to escape? It was the same back then, and it is the same now."

"This is necessary. Even if he had not done so, we would eventually have had no choice but to make up our minds and play the villains once."

"Is there really no other way? Must we just watch helplessly..."

The voice cut off.

The scene shattered.

Another image appeared before them, but it was much blurrier.

It seemed to be a pitch-black room, where two people stood facing each other from afar.

Both figures were exceedingly vague, making it impossible to tell whether they were anyone they knew.

"It has been a long time, my friend." One of them let out a long sigh. "It has been a long time, my enemy."

The scene shattered once more.

Countless scenes and countless voices came from all around them.

"Are you really going? That is a situation with no chance of survival."

"When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up. But the tallest one must never hide. After I leave, you need not miss me. Dying to save the world is also a poet's romance."

"Count me in. Either I destroy, or I am destined to forge glory. Or else, I forge glory amid destruction."

"Ten thousand years of accumulation have all been exhausted. Is there truly no way left? Whether it is Shrek's destruction or the destruction of the Douluo Continent."

Liu Xiaoxiao and Zhang Shiwen listened silently. They