In a wondrous scene beyond the understanding of ordinary people, streams of light as fine as threads wove through scattered fragments of space and time, gradually stitching them together and restoring them to their proper places.
The chaotic "past" was being restored, and...
It had reached the final moment.
"Saint Emperor Abyss..."
Within one of the fragments of time, perhaps because time and space were flowing back together, connecting the "past" with the "future"...
The sky and the edges of the world gradually grew illusory, while the stars overhead were swallowed up one by one.
And in a small town that was somewhat run-down, yet full of life...
Zhang Yunlu gazed at the young man standing in front of a small house not far away.
Short hair, dark eyes, and a black trench coat.
He simply gazed up at the night sky, at the bright full moon hanging above.
The moonlight was lonely.
Just looking at him, she could almost feel the solitude and melancholy in his heart.
"So he really was a transmigrator..."
Glancing at the black trench coat he wore, so out of place in this era, Zhang Yunlu thought to herself.
Back when she was still in high school at Xuanjian City No. 3 Middle School, she had heard of people like this.
She just hadn't taken it seriously at the time.
"Haah~"
Yuan let out a sigh and took out a square red box, then opened it.
But...
There was nothing inside.
He reflexively started to toss the box away, but quickly came to his senses and carefully put it away.
He lowered his head and searched around for a while before picking up a short, stick-shaped object about as thick as a pair of chopsticks from a corner beside him.
He dusted it off.
Snap!