Arrival

"You need not worry, nor need you fear... You have never been alone."

The cloud terrace remained, but the beauty was gone. Only the whisper lingering by his ear still echoed in Shen Qian's heart.

Shen Qian remained standing in his original posture for a long while before lowering his head to look at the embrace that had somehow become empty.

It was not entirely empty. In his palm, a strand of black hair remained. As Shen Qian looked at it, the hair gradually turned illusory, then faintly took on the shape of a "door."

This was the largest "door" Shen Qian had ever seen, densely wrapped in hundreds of chains.

He recognized this door. It was the one located in Earth's Core City, most likely the first "door" on Earth.

In other words, that would be Shen Qian's final stop in his exploration of Earth. Some answer that the Nine Kings had encountered there—or left behind there—was still waiting for Shen Qian.

"What virtue or ability do I, Shen Qian, possess to become some so-called 'chosen one'..."

Shen Qian let out a turbid breath, his face full of self-mockery.

By now—or perhaps even earlier—Shen Qian had already vaguely realized something. He had simply kept himself from thinking too deeply about it.

At this moment, King Yanling's final whisper had plucked a chord in his heart.

Every gift of fate had long since had its price marked in secret.

From the moment he awakened the system in the museum, Shen Qian, who seemed astonishingly brilliant in others' eyes, had already set foot on a road with no certainty of return.

By now, Shen Qian had realized that if the system had truly been created by someone, then the Great Emperors he had encountered were probably all implicated.

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