The sky was a bleak mass of green clouds. There was nothing else.
Yet it was slowly curling.
The "coffin" attempting to seal Jiang Qiao suddenly collapsed with a thunderous boom, soundlessly and without warning.
When everyone looked up, strange lines appeared before their eyes, intertwining with one another. Some were black, some were gray, and some emitted a faint glow.
They had not truly appeared in reality.
Rather, they seemed to have been projected directly into everyone's minds, like maggots burrowing into bone, impossible to shake off or escape.
"What is this..."
Leng Quan's voice trembled slightly.
He saw that every line resembled a miniature scroll, alternating between vivid, lifelike scenes and chaotic, distorted scribbles. Each line seemed to portray a person's entire life.
He had never seen anything like this.
Especially when he saw the scene on one of the lines—it was incredibly familiar...
It was actually the trajectory of his life!
From childhood to adulthood.
Every detail.
Everything was displayed on that line, without the slightest concealment or privacy. It was exposed so plainly that even many things he had already forgotten were clearly visible.
"Damn it!"
"It's all fake!"
"It's all an illusion!"
A City God beside him let out a terrified scream, as if he had seen something horrifying.
"Leng Quan!"
"Smash these lines!"
The City God of Lianzhen Prefecture shouted sharply, his voice exceptionally urgent.
He had also seen the line representing his own life trajectory. A major secret he had hidden for years had actually appeared on it!
Trouble!
Huge trouble!
This was even more terrifying than the Book of Life and Death of the Metropolitan City God!
Although the Metropolitan City God's Book of Life and Death also recorded people's life information, it was actually incomplete. The more powerful a person was,