"Qiye was taken beyond the boundary by Bai Ze!"
Baili Pangpang narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance. Seeing the two figures vanish beyond the aurora, he immediately spoke.
An Qingyu frowned tightly. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and shoved the Black Coffin into Baili Pangpang's hands. "I'll go take a look. You stay here and don't move!"
An Qingyu transformed into a streak of light and shot forward, but before he had flown far, cracking sounds began to ring out from within the pale green aurora.
Dense cracks began spreading through this world. The city and Jiang Liu were fading at a visible pace, like a dream bubble quietly bursting apart.
An Qingyu stopped in midair, his gaze sweeping across his surroundings as he murmured:
"The world of Virtual Reconstruction is disappearing..."
Torrential rain poured down from the clouds.
Soaked to the bone, Tang Mingxuan cradled the young beast in his arms as he walked step by step along the deserted streets.
The world gradually crumbled behind him. The buildings lining both sides of the road were like faded illustrations, slowly dissolving into nothingness, yet Tang Mingxuan seemed wholly unaware of it.
He stepped through the pooled water, his eyes fixed on the distant sky, his brow drawn tight...
Suddenly, a snow-white streak of light shot out from the aurora's boundary and flew straight toward Tang Mingxuan!
The instant that figure appeared, the floodwater filling the streets seemed to receive some kind of guidance. It rapidly surged backward, pouring into the nearly dried-up riverbed. The torrential rain visibly weakened, and a faint ray of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds...
Seeing this, Tang Mingxuan let out a breath of relief. His entire body finally relaxed, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.