I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

In the Kashgar Mountains, the battle instantly intensified.

Li Anchong was at the forefront, with the icy river rushing in front of her, and wherever it passed, groups of high-level alien beasts fell down.

The icy light spots were reflected in his gray eyes, cold and without any fluctuation.

Behind them, men in black, wielding rune-inscribed longswords, formed a mobile steel defensive line.

The sealing runes spun in the air, blocking the beast horde's ranged attacks.

But each impact caused the rune array to tremble violently.

"Keep pushing!" Old Liu's voice came from the center of the array, steady as iron.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a thunder beast broke through the gap in the rune array, knocking two men in black away. Arcs of electricity exploded in the crowd, filling the air with the smell of burning.

The third, the fourth, and more and more strange beasts broke through the defenses.

But then, the black-clad man's long sword appeared like an inverted galaxy.

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

Even high-level beasts are as fragile as paper under the blade.

Just then, Li An suddenly accelerated.

She ignored the men in black behind her, as well as Old Liu and Du Wei.

Ice crystals gushed out from her body like a storm.

Countless ice crystals spun and exploded in all directions, freezing all the strange beasts within a kilometer radius of her into ice sculptures before shattering and dissipating.

"Kill her."

From the heart of the mountains came a deep, muffled sound, like thunder.

Countless golden pupils lit up in the heart of the land, piercing through the crimson mist and gathering on Li An.

At the same time, at Yuxu.

Wang Wei was stunned.

The moment he passed through the white mist, what lay before him was no longer darkness, no longer nothingness, but a boundless, bustling world.

The boundless complex of buildings stretches from the clouds beneath our feet to the horizon beyond our sight.

The pavilions are layered upon each other, with winding corridors and soaring eaves.

The corridors meander and wind between the buildings, like a galaxy fallen to earth, or like dragons and snakes roaming in the clouds.

The nearby corridor is wide enough for two people to walk side by side, with carved railings and jade steps, and intricate patterns can be faintly seen on the railings.

The corridors in the far distance are as thin as gossamer threads, winding between the towering pavilions like silk threads suspended in the air.

Wang Wei stood at the lowest point and looked up. The pavilions were layered one on top of another, and the eaves of the highest point had disappeared into the clouds, so the top could not be seen.

And among all the pavilions and corridors, countless figures moved about.

They talked, laughed, walked, or stopped, as if it were a grand feast.

Some people lean on the railing of the long bridge and gaze into the distance, some chat in small groups in the corridor, and some sit alone on the steps playing the zither.

Those people included the old and the young, men and women, dressed in simple clothes, with their long hair tied up in crowns and their robes fluttering in the wind.

Their faces were smiling, and their eyes were full of life.

But Wang Wei couldn't feel any reality at all.

It wasn't fake, but it gave him a feeling of "non-existence."

It's like a vast, sweeping painting, depicting the human world, yet devoid of it.

It appears bustling and vibrant, yet it is eerily silent and still.

Wang Wei frowned.

He had seen the black wasteland of the Seventh Purgatory, the purple and white starships, and the powers that did not belong to this normal world.

But this place is different—every detail is perfect, so perfect it doesn't seem real.

Before him, jade steps stretched upwards, each step over ten feet wide, smooth as a mirror, with a layer of faint mist floating on its surface.

The steps were also filled with people, in groups of three or five, some standing, some sitting, some reading books, some playing chess, chatting and laughing.

Wang Wei remained silent for a moment, then strode forward.

He walked up to the first step, where two children were sitting and playing.

Looking at it, it was indistinguishable from a real person; even the trembling of its eyelashes was clearly visible.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto it.

As he stepped down, the two children vanished into thin air.

The two melted into the air inch by inch, their smiles barely fading.

Wang Wei's pupils contracted slightly.

He paused for a moment, then continued upwards.

A bizarre scene unfolded—Wang Wei seemed to be unveiling the curtain of a painting; wherever he passed, all the figures in Yuxu vanished.

But the figure in front of him remained oblivious to his arrival.

Behind them, only the once bustling yet now desolate buildings remained; the pavilions, the corridors, the long bridges were still there, but no one was there.

It was empty, like an abandoned tomb.

A thought flashed through Wang Wei's mind.

These are not people; whose memories are they?

He was passing through those memories, letting them awaken one by one, and then die one by one.

Wang Wei climbed higher and higher, and the clouds beneath his feet grew thicker and thicker, gradually covering his ankles.

Looking back, the steps have disappeared into the clouds, and the ground is no longer visible, only a vast sea of ​​clouds.

It was as if he were ascending to heaven, each step lifting him higher and closer to the stars.

The sky is no longer something you can only see by looking up, but it slowly descends and moves alongside him.

Wang Wei had no idea how many steps he had climbed; the steps seemed to have no end.

Ahead, figures still thronged the area: some sat on the steps, others leaned against the railing gazing into the distance, and still others chatted and laughed.

Each one was so vibrant, yet each one vanished the moment he approached.

Wang Wei suddenly felt a wave of fatigue.

Is it the weariness of time? How long has this city existed?

As he continued upwards, darkness fell.

A dark sky enveloped everything, and a huge silver moon hung obliquely from the dome, its clear light spilling down and rendering the entire complex of buildings exceptionally cold and serene.

The moonlight shone on the empty pavilions, casting long shadows of carved railings and jade steps.

Wang Wei turned to look and saw a long white jade bridge spanning countless buildings, like a dragon traversing the sea of ​​clouds.

The bridge is wide, and the stone railings on both sides are carved with birds and beasts, so lifelike that they seem to be about to take off at any moment.

At the end of the long bridge, a woman in plain clothes stood alone on a high platform, her clothes fluttering in the moonlight, her long hair as black as ink.

Continue upwards?

Wang Wei hesitated.

He took a few more steps up, then stepped back and turned to walk onto the long bridge.

He noticed—the figures had all disappeared when he stepped over the stairs.

But the woman in plain clothes did not disappear.

The high platform is at the end of the long bridge, and the woman in plain clothes has her back to him.

Wang Wei strode over, his footsteps echoing across the white jade bridge, the emptiness of which made him feel uneasy.

The sea of ​​clouds on both sides was churning, and the moonlight shone on the clouds, making it impossible to distinguish where the sky ended and the earth began.

He quickly arrived behind the woman in plain clothes.

Wang Wei followed her gaze and quietly looked ahead—there was a galaxy of stars.

Countless points of light converged into a silvery-white river, flowing silently from one end of the horizon to the other, so vast it was breathtaking.

In a daze, only the moonlight and the woman in white remained in the world.

Wang Wei just stood there without saying a word.

A moment later,

The woman in plain clothes slowly turned around and looked at Wang Wei.

Wang Wei was taken aback.

That face was so beautiful it defied description.

Only her eyes.

There was no reflection in the pupils, yet they seemed to contain an entire dying starry sky.

The voice of the woman in plain clothes echoed throughout the entire Yuxu.

It seemed to come simultaneously from the sky, from the ground, from every pavilion, every corridor, and every step of the stairs.

"Generations, you have come..."