The next moment, Zhao Bai found himself lying in a dentist's chair, a helmet clamped over his head.
"The evolution of Stigmata Space stops at this moment."
Theresa said, "The owner of this stigmata was Lianshan Clan, a renowned powerhouse as far back as the ancient Shennong era. His wife, Ji Lin, was the chosen wielder of the divine artifact, the Xuanyuan Sword. When Chiyou arrived, Ji Lin embraced the sword and went to her death. Lianshan Clan's memories stopped at that moment as well."
"How pitiful."
Bronya said this, and Zhao Bai nodded deeply in agreement.
Anyone who saw such a tragic pair of lovers would sigh. It was the respect they deserved; everyone felt much the same toward parting, life, and death.
"I want to grant them salvation."
Zhao Bai's face was full of determination. He removed the helmet and sat up, staring at the principal operating the equipment.
"Let me try once more."
Theresa approved his request. Zhao Bai put the helmet back on, and once again felt his consciousness drifting in the wind. His body reappeared on that boundless white beach, without a single footprint in any direction.
Bronya stared at Zhao Bai on the screen, looking utterly absorbed.
Even Theresa felt that Zhao Bai looked especially handsome like this. No wonder Bronya had fallen for him so quickly.
For friendship, for love, for all the beautiful things in this world.
Zhao Bai was willing to fight.
When he stood on the beach again, he did not search for Lianshan Clan, nor did he head for the walled settlement made of wooden barriers. Instead, he stood by the sea, calmly gazing east as he considered what kind of blade to use later.
Chiyou, huh?
Zhao Bai was not good at solving problems, but he was quite