As someone in sequence 001, I also want to give up today.

Ayinur stood outside the pillar of light, watching Li Xian's clone trapped inside.

The glow stick's dim light illuminated her face, outlining an eerie line of light and shadow.

Half of his face was hidden in darkness, while the other half was pale in the light, and his eyes gleamed with a faint light in the shadows.

"You could have lived," she said softly, as if talking to herself.

"If you go back obediently, if you don't come with me..."

She shook her head.

"What a pity."

Li Xian stood in the pillar of light, watching her performance, his expression remaining calm.

"What's a pity?"

"It's a pity you're quite strong," Aynur said.

"Anyone at level B or above is someone important, no matter where they are. Why do they have to meddle in other people's business?"

She walked to the other side of the stone chamber and stopped in front of a protruding rock.

The rock looked ordinary, no different from the surrounding stone walls.

But when Aynur pressed her hand on it a few times, faint patterns suddenly appeared on the surface of the rock.

The patterns became brighter and brighter, and finally the whole rock began to move slowly, revealing the hidden niche behind it.

The stone niche is not large, about half a meter square.

There was something inside.

A palm-sized vessel, entirely black, with twisted runes engraved on its surface.

It slowly wriggled on the surface of the vessel, emitting an eerie dark red glow.

Li Xian's eyes flickered slightly.

That light...

It was exactly the same as the altar of the God Emperor, and it also had the aura left behind by the god named Xu Mi.

Aynur picked up the vessel, turned around, and faced him.

Her expression changed.

She was no longer the indifferent, aloof person she used to be.

It was more of a near-devout fanaticism.

"Do you know what this is?"

Li Xian shook his head.

Ayinur laughed. Her laughter held a madness, a cathartic release of emotions long suppressed.

"This is the culmination of nearly a century of hard work by three generations of the God Group."

She stroked the vessel with the gentleness of a lover's cheek.

"The Movie Emperor is dead. The God Emperor is dead too."

"The two emperors and five elders of the past are all dead."

"But the mission of the Gods is not yet complete."

She raised her head and looked at Li Xian. In those eyes, a dark flame was burning.

"Summoning the gods."

Li Xian remained silent for a second.

"Are you from the God Group?"

Aynur nodded.

"The last member of the God Group."

She paused, and a strange smile curved her lips.

"I wasn't planning on attacking you. You're in my way, but not enough to expose me. But you insisted on following me..."

She shook her head.

"Then don't blame me."

Li Xian didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Aynur picked up the vessel.

"Do you know what's going on with the spatial fluctuations in Jiangcheng lately?"

Li Xian thought for a moment.

"A clash of worlds?"

Ayinur paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You know quite a lot," she said. "Yes, it's a clash of worlds. Two worlds are gradually approaching each other, and this process has been going on for several months."

She paused, her eyes growing even more fervent.

"But getting close isn't enough. There's a barrier between the two worlds, a barrier that's too thick and too strong. Ordinary cracks, opening and closing intermittently, are simply not enough to allow a god to descend."

She picked up the vessel.

"This is called the 'Divine Guide Vessel'. The power stored within it can open a true passage."

After speaking, she walked to the center of the stone chamber and squatted down by the pool.

The water in that pool was as black as ink, and its depth was impossible to discern.

Ayinur placed the guiding vessel on the edge of the pool, then took out several items from her pocket.

A few stones. A few pieces of bark. A few roots of an unknown plant.

They were all collected by her in the forest.

She arranged the objects in a circle around the spirit-summoning vessel, then bit her finger and dripped her blood onto the vessel.

The blood fell onto the surface of the dark vessel and was instantly absorbed.

The twisted runes began to writhe violently, and the dark red light grew brighter and brighter.

The entire stone chamber began to shake.

The pebbles on the rock wall fell down with a rustling sound, hitting the pool below with a dull thud.

The black water in the pool began to churn.

Li Xian stood in the pillar of light, watching all of this.

His expression remained calm.

There was no fear, no shock, not even a trace of tension.

He just watched quietly.

I want to see what these people are going to such lengths to summon.

Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the center of the pool.

The vortex spun faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until finally—

"boom!"

A pitch-black crack appeared out of nowhere above the pool.

On the other side of the crack...

I can't see anything.

There was only endless darkness.

And in the darkness, there was a faint sense of oppression that made one instinctively want to kneel down.

Ayinur knelt by the pool, her whole body trembling.

"It's here..." she murmured, "It's finally here..."

She looked up at the crack, tears streaming down her face.

"Three generations...nearly a century of waiting...finally..."

Suddenly, footsteps came from the crack.

It's very light.

very slow.

It's as if someone is climbing an invisible staircase, descending step by step.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

A foot stepped out of the crack.

That foot was as white as jade, with a slender ankle. It seemed to be standing on solid ground even though it was in mid-air.

Next came her long, slender legs. A pale white dress. A slim waist. Long, flowing hair.

Finally, he emerged from the crack.

a woman.

Dressed in white as snow, with long hair reaching her waist.

Her features were so exquisite that she didn't look real; she resembled a lady who had stepped out of a painting, or a deity enshrined in a temple.

She stood there, surrounded by a faint halo of light.

The halo was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

But Li Xian's clone could sense the energy contained within that halo—

huge.

terror.

It far surpasses any S-class he has ever seen.

Inside the stone chamber, the light gradually dimmed.

The woman took her final step out of the crevice, her feet landing firmly on the edge of the pool.

Her moon-white dress trailed on the ground, the hem stained with the wetness of the pond, but she was oblivious. She simply tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"The aura of this world..." she murmured softly.

"It's definitely different."

Ayinur knelt on the ground, her whole body trembling.

She dared not look up, but pressed her forehead firmly against the ground, her voice trembling so much that it was almost inaudible.

"Welcome, envoy."

The woman glanced down at her.

His gaze was indifferent, devoid of warmth, as if he were looking at an ant.

"Get up," she said. "You did a good job."

Ayinur felt as if she had been granted a pardon, but she still dared not stand up. She just knelt there, looked up, and tears streamed down her face.

"Three generations...we've waited for three generations..."

The woman did not respond to her agitation.

Her gaze passed over Ayinur and landed on the other side of the stone chamber.

There, a pillar of light stood silently.

Inside the beam of light, a man in wrinkled clothes was leaning against the edge, his hands in his pockets, looking languid.

The woman's brow twitched slightly.

"This is?"

Aynur quickly explained, "It was someone who followed us in. A B-level ability user, quite strong. I've trapped him; we'll deal with him later."

"Rank B?" The woman stared at the person inside the beam of light, her gaze becoming somewhat subtle. "Are you sure?"

Aynur was stunned for a moment.

"I...I sensed it to be Rank B..."

The woman didn't speak.

She raised her hand, her fingers slightly spread.

An invisible force surged from her palm and reached towards the pillar of light.

The force was very light and gentle, like a test.

But it stopped as soon as it touched the edge of the beam of light.

Because the person inside the pillar of light suddenly raised their head and glanced at her.

Just one glance.

The woman's hand froze in mid-air.

She stared into those eyes and suddenly realized she couldn't see through this person.

She withdrew her hand and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she laughed.

"interesting."

---

Meanwhile, in Jiangcheng, at Li Xian's home.

In the living room, Li Xian was leaning back on the sofa, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

Bell sat next to Xuehua, holding her in her arms, and the two little ones huddled together watching cartoons.

The chubby orange cat was lying on the balcony, its tail swishing back and forth.

In Li Xian's sea of ​​consciousness, everything his clone was seeing was playing in sync.

His brow twitched slightly the moment the woman appeared.

It's not because she's that strong.

Rather, it's because—

He opened his eyes and turned to look at the white dumpling in Lingdang's arms.

Snowflake was nestled in Bell's arms, one ear perked up and the other drooping, its red eyes fixed on the television screen, blinking occasionally.

"Snowflakes," Li Xian said.

Xuehua froze, turned her head, and looked at him cautiously.

Li Xian raised his hand.

A ball of light appeared in his palm, and a face gradually condensed within the light.

Black hair. White clothes. Exquisite features. Indifferent eyes.

Do you know this person?

Snowflake stared at that face for three seconds.

Then her body began to tremble violently.

Tears welled up instantly in those red eyes.

"It's...it's her..." Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"It was her... who killed Grandpa... who killed Grandma... who killed Mother..."

The bell was stunned.

She looked down at the snowflakes in her arms, then looked up at Li Xian.

"Old Deng, what's this...?"

Li Xian did not answer.

He looked at the snowflakes and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he spoke.

"Wait a minute, I'll grab her."

Snowflake's body froze.

She looked up at Li Xian, tears still on her face, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...you think you can beat her?"

Li Xian thought for a moment.

"I think so."