Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

Outside the fog, the four women's expressions changed simultaneously.

Su Daji lowered her nine tails.

The moonlight of Chang'e condensed into frost lines.

The wings of holy flame behind Michael unfolded once more.

The old seal on Ye Jia's palm lit up layer by layer.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes.

The golden cudgel spun half a circle in his palm.

The Heavenly Emperor continued:

"I'm afraid you'll get involved."

"I'm afraid you'll wake up something that shouldn't be awake."

"I'm afraid you'll rewrite a bunch of old people who should have been buried in the ledgers long ago, bringing them back into the world."

His gentleness had completely vanished.

A page of account paper, disguised as a family letter, was turned over.

The back is covered in cold, hard lettering.

"Ke Linxiao."

"What's it to you if they want to go home?"

"What does it matter to you if Earth wants to live?"

"At the end of the road to becoming the Emperor, you may not even have a home left."

The gray mark on Lin Xiao's chest twitched slightly.

The Earth's projection moved an inch closer to him.

The sound of ocean waves echoed from the depths of my memory.

The voice, spanning eighteen years, gently patted his heart.

Su Daji pressed her hand to her chest.

She couldn't see Lin Xiao's expression.

But she knew how much the words "going home" meant to Lin Xiao.

The king has fought his way to this day.

The things mentioned the least are often the ones that hurt the most.

In the mist, Lin Xiao raised the Emperor's Sword.

The gold thread on the sword's spine slowly descended towards the register of the gatekeeper.

"I want to go home."

He spoke very frankly.

There was no avoidance, nor did they pretend to be indifferent.

"But I won't go back by stepping over those thirty-seven people behind the door."

The gold thread fell.

The registration book is now completely stable.

The lines of fire characters coalesced anew.

[Entrance Register]

[Guardian of the side gate on the way back: Name not yet announced]

[Target of Protection: Thirty-seven former residents awaiting return]

Thirty-seven faint lights lit up at the same time.

Inside the Three Thousand Cities Military Soul Tower, rows of old lamps are connected in a line.

Heavenly Realm Rear Camp.

A half-collapsed command tower was billowing black smoke.

Tian Jiao knelt beside the shattered flag.

The blank imperial seal on his chest lit up again.

Golden-white light pierced into his flesh and blood, constantly squeezing his lifeline.

He clenched his teeth tightly.

Fresh blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

"Don't……"

"Let it..."

"Speak up for me..."

On the old fire board, Chen Sanshi's embers flickered gently.

That faint sound once again pierced through the three points.

"Holy Son".

Hang in there.

Tianjiao heard it.

He doesn't remember Chen Sanshi.

They don't even remember who this title once belonged to.

But those two words still seeped into his bones through the cracks in his old armor.

Tian Jiao let out a low roar and pressed his palm into the broken armor once more.

The shattered armor pierced through flesh and blood.

The bone seams burst open one after another.

He forcefully darkened the blank imperial seal for a moment.

Lin Xiao lowered his eyes.

A moment later, he plunged the Emperor's Sword into the mist.

The sword's edge held no murderous intent whatsoever.

What truly shines is the spine of the sword.

That golden thread of faith, carrying the unwavering yearning to return home, clung to the ashes and ignited a quiet, warm fire.

For the first time, the gray mark voluntarily shrank back by half an inch.

The Earth projection then shook violently.

Lin Xiao looked into the depths of the gray marks.

"Since you're so afraid..."

"That means I made the right choice."

Click!

The thin barrier cracked open with several gaps.

It wasn't the four women who broke it from the outside.

Lin Xiao tore it open from the inside herself.

This was the moment Su Daji had been waiting for.

Foxfire was the first to enter the crack, clinging tightly to Lin Xiao's heart meridian.

The moonlight followed closely behind, freezing his soul.

The holy flames spread out, separating the outermost layer of gray mist.

Ye Jia stepped forward.

The old imprint on his palm pressed directly against the gray mark.

The crack on her forearm deepened by an inch.

Blood flowed down his wrist to his fingertips and then dripped onto the old battlefield.

She didn't even frown.

"You want to rip out his heart?"

"queue."

Sun Wukong grinned.

"I'm getting anxious."

"Still pretending to be an elder."

"I, Old Sun, am embarrassed for you just hearing this."

Qin Weiguo, Chu Shanhe, and Liu Bo stood up at the same time.

Inside the Ministry of Education's monitoring room, fragments of an old bronze medal flipped over automatically.

A new note has appeared in Huayang's register.

Three old lamps at the Three Thousand Cities Military Soul Tower were lit in succession.

The same line of text is generated in three internal links.

[Wang Ting's fear point: Roll call at the side gate of the return route.]

Bai Potian stared at the line of words, his smile chilling.

"it is good."

"Finally, I've found the spot that hurts."

Zheng Aiguo immediately issued the following order:

"The next phase of strategic adjustment."

"Clear the accounts and remove it from the list of rescue routes."

"It is the core operation to dismantle the Heavenly Emperor's old path."

Zhang Lin, Zhu Yu, and Yu Hui responded simultaneously.

"clear."

In the mist, the Heavenly Emperor's voice faded slightly.

"Lin Xiao".

You'll regret it.

Lin Xiao drew the Emperor's Sword.

"queue."

"There are quite a few people who want me to regret it."

Sun Wukong grinned.

"That sounds nice."

Lin Xiao looked at the Earth amidst the gray marks.

"Your royal court said you regretted it."

"This usually means we made a profit this time."

He raised his sword.

The sword tip points towards the register of those who left their mark.

"Continue clearing the accounts."

The words fell.

The gray-stained private road began to shrink.

The city lights on the blue planet went out in large numbers.

High-rise buildings, traffic, small shops, and that familiar street after the rain all gradually disappeared into the gray fog.

In the end, only a sliver of ocean blue remained.

Lin Xiao did not give chase.

He watched quietly as the planet disappeared.

His eyes also quieted down for a moment.

It would be a lie to say I'm not upset.

That's Earth.

It was the home he had lost for eighteen years.

But he didn't reach out.

The true way will not grow out of the ledger.

They would never use thirty-seven lives to pave the way.

Lin Xiao turned around.

The mist dissipated very slowly.

Page after page of old accounts were burned through in the simmering fire.

Su Daji was the first to rush forward.

But when she got to Lin Xiao, she stopped.

She didn't rush into his arms as usual.

She simply raised her hand and straightened his clothes, which had been ruffled by the mist.

"Your Majesty."

"I am here."

Lin Xiao looked at her and nodded.

"I know."

Chang'e came over and handed over a cold white pill.

"For pressing down dust marks."

Lin Xiao glanced at it.

Is it bitter?

Chang'e remained calm.

"Lighter than the previous bowl."

Lin Xiao remained silent for two seconds.

"That's very bitter."

Liu Bo almost burst out laughing, but managed to hold it back.

In this situation, it's definitely inappropriate to laugh.

But Chang'e's medicine doesn't sound like it's prepared for the living.

Michael folded his wings of holy flame.

The old mark on Ye Jia's palm was still cracking.

Su Daji's nine tails ceased their impact on the mist.

They all understand.

No one can shield Lin Xiao from this fog.

He has to overcome this hurdle on his own.

After Su Daji withdrew, the last wisp of gray mist still clung to Lin Xiao's chest.

Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, walked to Lin Xiao's side.

He glanced at the gray marks.

"That road smells."

Lin Xiao asked:

"Like a real road?"

Sun Wukong shook his head.

"It's a fake road that's been washed."

"Lupi is real."

"It's stuffed full of tents."

Lin Xiao nodded.

"That's why he's in a hurry."

Sun Wukong sneered.

"Being in a hurry is the right thing to do."

"Those accountants in the heavens are most afraid of people not following their ledgers."

Liu Bo suddenly looked up.

The relaxed look on her face vanished instantly.

"wrong."

"The gray-scarred private road is not completely cut off yet."

He quickly looked at the monitoring panel.

The gray fluctuations that were initially decreasing stopped at the last square.

"He's looking for a second breakthrough."

Lin Xiao's eyes darkened.

"Monkey King".

Just then.

The voice from deep within the gray marks suddenly changed direction.

He stopped talking to Lin Xiao.

Instead, it bypassed the last layer of fog and landed on Sun Wukong.

"monkey."

"You're still the same as ever."

Sun Wukong picked at his ear.

"Many people know me, Old Sun."

"Who do you think you are?"

The Heavenly Emperor chuckled softly.

"You were also once listed in heaven."

Sun Wukong casually tapped the ground with his golden cudgel.

"Screw you."

Boom!

The old Huayang formation trembled.

The Heavenly Emperor was not angry.

He slowly finished the second half of the sentence.

"I remember now."

"You're the one..."

"The Keeper of the Heavenly Horses, perhaps?"

boom!

The smile on Sun Wukong's face vanished completely.

The golden light on the golden cudgel exploded instantly!

The alarms of the old Huayang battle formation sounded in unison.

The ground patterns lit up inch by inch.

Inside the Three Thousand Cities Military Soul Tower, all the old lights flickered simultaneously.

The screens in the Ministry of Education's monitoring room all went black.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his head.

Golden flames gradually ignited in those eyes that had been somewhat listless.

The iron rod in his hand grew larger as it faced the wind.

On the shaft of the staff, five ancient characters, silent for countless years, lit up by half an inch.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel)