Having witnessed the world's destruction and lost everything, all that remained was that unyielding humor, revealing the essence of life.
"If the Doomsday Observatory is the historian of the Present World, then the [Withered Glory Theatre] must be the chronicler of the universe."
The corners of Number Seven's mouth curled up as they gave the six seated high in midair a long look, as though asking whether the spectators were satisfied with the performance.
Su Wuwei lowered his gaze. "The [Withered Glory Theatre]'s attitude toward us is very subtle, and these Hall of Fame-level Leading Actor identities came out of nowhere. Could there be a reason we don't know about?"
Lou Guanshan watched the stage below, his gaze meeting Number Seven's.
"Perhaps we'll only find out once we enter the [Withered Glory Theatre], or perhaps we'll have to find the [King of Withering and Flourishing]."
Ye Buyu looked toward the theatre entrance. In those pitch-black depths, some presence seemed to raise its eyes, curl its lips slightly, and meet her gaze.
"..."
"We have to win this competition."
Kou Ying looked at Ye Buyu in surprise, not expecting those words to come from her. He followed her gaze toward the [Withered Glory Theatre].
His brows furrowed slightly.
"Ye Buyu, did you see something?"
The others looked toward the theatre at his words, only to find that looking got them nowhere.
Propping up her chin, Wan Lan looked at Ye Buyu. "I really want to put your eyes in my head and see what the world looks like to you."
Ye Buyu withdrew her gaze and scooted away from Wan Lan.
"That sounds pretty scary."
A flicker passed through her eyes, and she sighed.
"To be blunt, there should be a King in that theatre. I have questions I want to