One figure after another jumped off the ship and, beneath the light of the Order Clock, raced down the Bridge of Sighs shrouded in a platinum glow.
The Order Clock was so bright that, from a distance, the players were nothing but dark silhouettes.
Yu Xunge's warning that "everything you see and hear on the Bridge of Sighs is an illusion" was no idle remark. This bridge, built with one World Sigh after another as its spans and the worlds left behind by each epoch as its supports, held immense sorrow and regret, anger and unwillingness.
Did worlds truly do nothing but sigh? No, they also harbored resentment.
Why were we the ones who died? Why did something like this have to happen?
Survivors of the worlds, after leaving your homelands, had you ever thought of your homes and your kin?
Mistblade had been running at full speed. She could still see Zai Jiu Xunge's back, seemingly close enough to touch if she reached out, but in the blink of an eye, her bridge suddenly broke apart. A young Three-Tailed Mistblade stood before her, blocking her way.
Was this the illusion Zai Jiu Xunge had warned her about?
Mistblade stopped and met her past self's eyes.
Little Mistblade gazed at her quietly and said, "You said you would rebuild Snow Village."
It was a statement, but also an accusation, one that left Mistblade speechless.
She had imagined it before. Every time she counted how many fragments of Snow Village she had collected, she had wondered whether she was doing everything she could to fulfill the vow she had made in her youth.
Xianchan had said that the moment Lighthouse shattered, she had already ascended Dawn's Throne. Years later, she had fulfilled her promise.
What about her?
She had once reached