Surviving a Thousand Years, Yet Unable to Withstand a Single Autumn (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Wang Changji's step was exquisitely timed.

After setting down the jade disk, he had quietly stood to one side, so detached it was as though he had nothing to do with this world.

It was precisely this air of having nothing to do with anyone that made it impossible for Zhu Weiwu to confirm his identity, even though he still remembered Zhang Linchuan's face.

He had always stood separated from everything in the world by a layer.

But with this step forward, he changed from "unrelated" to "related."

From a spectator of the game, he became a player within it.

His stride was not swift, but it was perfectly measured.

His arrival was timely, yet utterly natural.

At this moment, he stood before Jiang Wang, his calm and detached eyes meeting Ge Fei's swollen ones.

His gaze met Ge Fei's gaze.

An invisible collision took place on the level of the divine soul.

What happened within it, outsiders had no way of knowing.

Perhaps only a single breath had passed; perhaps thousands upon thousands of years had already gone by.

But Jiang Wang's hand holding the jade disk suddenly loosened. The gazes tangled around his fingers snapped apart, and the jade disk sped forward, about to sink into the groove—

The world turned upside down!

The mountain path behind Dou Zhao, on Central Mountain, actually extended downward, vanishing around a bend at its end.

They had gathered at the foot of the mountain, yet it was as though they stood upon its summit. They waited to climb the mountain, yet there was only a path down.

Jiang Wang was clearly holding the final Nine Chapters Jade Disk and placing it into the groove behind the stone stele, yet the farther his hand reached forward, the farther the jade disk became