"Done eating, let's set off fireworks!"
Wang Ye rose to his feet, rushed out of the room, and floated into the air. Energy surged continuously from his body, exploding into golden light across the sky and bathing all of God Burying City in daylight.
Then, all kinds of scenes began taking shape in the sky.
There was a scene of Peace Under Heaven, of prosperous towns where the people lived in abundance.
There was the vast Wasteland, with its mountains and rivers, its captivating scenery.
There was a humble home, where parents and children lived together in harmony.
In short, the sky was filled with every facet of mortal life—the things everyone in this era longed for and envied most.
And this
was also the flourishing age Zhang Ziliang had painted over the course of his life.
A group of investigators stood in the streets and looked up. Smiles unconsciously appeared on their faces—not broad smiles, but warm ones. Even their gazes grew entranced, unwilling to look away.
On the city walls.
Long Ear watched this scene. After a long while, he smiled and shook his head.
"Bring peace to all generations!"
At last, the images faded amid the investigators' reluctance, replaced by a line of words.
For a moment, everyone's expressions turned solemn.
They stared at the words in the sky, their eyes full of determination.
"Wang Ye, my only hope is that the kindness you showed was real. Justice cannot be acted out."
"That way, even if I die, I will die without regret."
Guanyin suddenly appeared beside Wang Ye and spoke calmly.
Wang Ye did not respond, much less explain himself or prove his innocence.
Very soon.
His brows furrowed deeply. He abruptly turned around and looked into the pitch-black distance, his expression growing grave.
Guanyin still