Gu Qingshan was taking the entrance examination at the Nine Hundred Million Worlds Assassin Guild.
At the same time.
Lin stood on the broad sea-view balcony outside the hotel suite, slowly practicing her punches.
Her movements were slow and light, ethereal and otherworldly. It hardly looked like she was punching; she seemed more to be dancing a graceful, elegant dance.
At one moment, Lin's thumb twitched.
Another finger besides her middle finger regained twenty percent of its strength.
—Her recovery was far too slow.
Lin shook her head slightly.
With an Abyss Body, she shouldn't have to go to such lengths to use boxing techniques to heal her physical injuries.
Then she sighed with feeling.
It had been many years since she'd practiced boxing like this.
The past seemed like only yesterday, yet also like a dream. The people in that dream had long since gone far away. Now only she remained, lingering on in the worlds as they gradually marched toward destruction.
As if something had crossed her mind, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing an indescribable hint of scorn.
What, really, was eternal?
If even the Eternal Abyss were destroyed, an abyss-infected person like her would surely be unable to escape death in the end.
Her only path to survival—and the final wish she had left while still alive—was to go before that person and ask for the truth.
And then.
Avenge everyone.
Lin lowered her fists and stood still on the balcony.
The sunlight was warm and gentle.
The blue coastline stretched as far as the eye could see.
Yet her figure looked somewhat lonely and desolate.
Suddenly, a streak of dark purple light linked itself together out of thin air, coalescing into a pattern on the balcony.
A reverse-summoning array!
A figure stepped out