The Clouds Part, and the Sun Shines Through

Zhao Bai raised his head and studied the gate, whose full extent could only be glimpsed by circling back and forth. Dense characters were carved into the rippling golden brick walls—the tip of an iceberg of an entire civilization, with everything recorded within.

"Just a librarian. What are you acting so arrogant for?"

Zhao Bai drew the Xuanyuan Sword.

As if it had suddenly lost its nerve, an even broader golden curtain rose between it and Zhao Bai, blocking his attack. Invisible sword qi surged from the tip of the Xuanyuan Sword like a dazzling river, crashing heavily against the barrier.

[Attack behavior detected]

Hm?

That familiar voice was so moving that Zhao Bai's cultivation in the Great Void Realm nearly dropped a level.

Prometheus, the supercomputer of the Previous Era. Its official design was that of a little girl with twin spiral pigtails. Zhao Bai had only thought the appearance was similar, but he had never expected even the voice to be so alike.

What would it do?

[Attack detected from internal subprogram: Parallel World Project. Executing alternate error protocol. Returning erroneous target to origin...]

No, no, that wouldn't do.

Zhao Bai grew somewhat anxious. Even the Taixu Sword Qi could not break through that golden defense in a short time.

He calmed himself.

As a cautious person, Zhao Bai had considered the worst-case scenario—for example, right now. His arsenal had left him, the swordsmanship he had just learned could do nothing against his enemy, so what else did he have that he could use?

Calm flickered in his eyes.

The Feather of Dust shone, revealing the unrest beneath that calm. Undercurrents surged beneath the ice like an erupting undersea volcano.

For the sake of a better future, Zhao Bai was going to burn his