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

The moment the golden sky shattered, Wang Wei suddenly turned around.

His gaze fell in the direction of Yu Ruins.

The place was shrouded in a white mist, and no one could see what was inside or enter.

But now, the fog is dissipating, as if an invisible hand is peeling back the veil layer by layer.

For the first time, Wang Wei's expression turned serious.

"What's wrong?" The old man noticed something was amiss and asked in a low voice.

Wang Wei did not answer.

His pupils contracted slightly, and the gradually clearer outline of the Yuxu area was reflected in his eyes.

The words of the woman in white echoed in his mind—everything there must not be revealed, otherwise the grand plan of millions of people over thousands of years would be in vain.

But now, the fog has lifted.

The night sky above Jiangnan City began to distort.

The entire sky looked as if it were being gripped and twisted by a giant hand.

The starlight was stretched into thin lines, and the moon became blurry.

Ripples appeared in the sky, spreading outwards in concentric circles.

Then, it was as if a hole had been torn open in the sky.

Golden light poured down from the crack.

The light enveloped the entire city of Jiangnan, giving everything a sacred hue.

Everyone was looking up.

They saw a sight they had never seen before in their lives, and perhaps never would again.

A complete world appeared in the sky.

It's not a phantom, not an illusion; it's a real city, hanging in the night sky, like another continent turned upside down.

The pavilions rise one after another from the sea of ​​clouds, each one higher than the last, extending to a height beyond the reach of the eye.

The corridors meander and the eaves soar high, every corner is exquisitely carved, and every beam and pillar is covered with intricate patterns.

The white jade bridge spans the sea of ​​clouds. The bridge is so wide that ten carriages can walk side by side. The railings are carved with lifelike mythical beasts, some lying down, some standing, some raising their heads to the sky, and some looking down.

The clouds surged beneath the bridge like waves crashing against the piers, and the mythical beasts seemed poised to come to life at any moment and ride the clouds away.

Between the pavilions are waterfalls and springs, with water cascading down from the clouds and falling into a bottomless abyss below.

The sound of water was mixed with the crisp ringing of bells, as if it came from a very, very far place, or as if it were echoing in one's ear.

Carved railings and jade steps, magnificent buildings and palaces.

That is not something humans could build, nor even something humans could imagine.

It's like something out of a myth, like a fairyland described in a legend.

"What is that...?"

Someone murmured, their voice trembling, as if it were being squeezed out of their throat.

No one can answer.

The league's top officials slumped to the ground, heads tilted back, mouths agape, forgetting to breathe.

Those usually arrogant and domineering big shots now looked like soulless puppets, staring blankly at the city in the sky.

The ruins of Yu have been revealed.

At the end of the white jade bridge, on the high platform, a figure in plain clothes slowly walked out.

She walked very slowly, each step like she was stepping on invisible steps, descending one by one from a high platform.

Her clothes fluttered in the moonlight, her long hair was as black as ink, and her face was so beautiful that words could not describe it, as beautiful as a dream that should not exist.

The city south of the Yangtze River was completely silent.

The city of millions is now as quiet as a ghost town.

The woman in plain clothes swept her gaze down from the sky, past the high-ranking members of the alliance who were slumped on the ground, past the ordinary people who had gained superpowers, and finally landed on one person.

Wang Wei.

Eyes facing each other.

Wang Wei neither dodged nor spoke.

The woman in plain clothes suddenly raised her hand and waved it gently.

A scene appeared on the screen in the sky.

From the day the catastrophe struck.

People ran, screamed, and cried in the streets; despair spread like a plague.

Then, someone stepped forward.

Wang Wei.

Wang Wei in the picture is very young.

They foresaw disasters, devised strategies, and built alliances, uniting humanity from a scattered mass into a cohesive force.

He built a base and carved out safe zones in the wasteland overrun by monsters.

In the video, the crowd kneels down, a dark mass that looks like a wave from above.

"Long live Wang Wei!"

"Long live the Prophet!"

"Long live the Savior!"

"......................."

The sounds rose and fell, deafeningly loud.

The people of Jiangnan City watched those scenes.

However, the scene changed.

Disaster presented a deal.

Use the life of a savior to exchange for thirty years of peace.

"Sacrifice one to save billions."

"A good deal."

vote.

Hands were raised.

Wang Wei stood on the snowfield, the cold wind carrying snowflakes hitting his face.

"Savior, die!"

"We don't want to be buried with you."

"Give me your life."

"Sacrificing a useless prophet in exchange for thirty years of peace for humanity—it's a good deal!"

"Just die already! What are you hesitating for?!"

"Shouldn't prophets be sacrificed?"

"....................."

The sound was loud and piercing!

He was betrayed.

Those he saved with his own hands, those he built with his own hands, and those he protected with his own hands.

he died.

He died from the betrayal of everyone.

The city of Jiangnan was deathly silent.

No one spoke, no one dared to speak.

The screen went black, then lit up again.

Rebirth.

Reborn before the catastrophe.

This time, he did not choose to save the world, but instead remained a detached observer.

The scene continues, and he gives the identity of "prophet" to Chen Junjie, while he himself remains behind the scenes.

In the scene, Chen Junjie stands on the snowfield, his white hair flying in the wind, and says to the Alliance members—

"You have cut off your own path to survival."

He is exactly the same as Wang Wei in his previous life.

The same tone, the same look in their eyes, the same weariness.

The people of Jiangnan City felt as if their hearts were being ripped out piece by piece as they watched those scenes.

Wang Wei... was the savior in his previous life.

They drove him to his death.

Chen Junjie is the savior of this life.

They still drove him to his death.

The heads of the Zhang and Xie families slumped to the ground, their faces ashen and lips pale.

They recalled their own deductions and the "0% probability" prediction.

They understand now.

too late.

The scene continued until the very end, when Old Liu detonated the dragon's energy, shattering the golden sky.

The image freezes.

The woman in plain clothes withdrew her hand, and the scene disappeared, but Yuxu remained, and the city remained, like a demon-revealing mirror, clearly showing everyone's ugliness.

Old Liu's face was as white as paper.

He stared at the images, his lips trembling, his eyes flickering like candlelight in the wind.

His shadow is present in every detail of the picture.

The members of the alliance lowered their heads.

Millions of people with superpowers looked ashen-faced.

No one speaks.

No one dared to speak.

Damn it.

The woman in plain clothes spoke softly, but everyone heard her; every word was like a knife piercing their hearts.

She raised her hand, fingertips pointing downwards.

Flames erupted from Old Liu's chest.

It starts from the heart, spreads to the blood vessels, spreads to the bone marrow, and spreads to every inch of skin.

Old Liu looked down at the fire burning in his chest, his pupils dilated, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The flames engulfed him.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a handful of ashes, leaving not even a bone behind.

The woman in plain clothes did not stop. Her fingertips traced the air.

One by one, the leaders of the alliance ignited, white flames blooming on their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, they turned to ashes.

The alliance's more than one million superhumans trembled in fear.

But the woman in plain clothes glanced at them without lingering.

The woman in plain clothes looked at Wang Wei.

"Yu Xu connects heaven and earth," she said softly, her voice carrying a weariness that only Wang Wei could detect. "We don't have much time left."

Wang Wei understood what she meant.

The ruins of Yu have been exposed.

The woman in white did not kill the Alliance's million superhumans not out of mercy, but because it was unnecessary.

Because something even more terrifying has already been seen here.

Wang Wei remained silent for a moment before stepping onto the white jade bridge.

All eyes followed his retreating figure as he walked step by step into the mythical city and stood before the woman in white.

The two people stood side by side.

Their clothes fluttered in the moonlight, one black and one white, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The next instant, he, the woman in white, and Yu Xu disappeared into the night.

The light in the sky faded away.

The white jade bridge, pavilions, and steps are as clean and tidy as if they had never existed.

The night wind howled, scattering the ashes.

For the first time, the lights of Jiangnan City shone with such desolation.

There was a long, long silence.

A voice rang out from the crowd.

"He... is the savior..."

No one responded.

Only silence remained.

...............................

At the edge of the starry sky, spacetime shatters like a spider web.

A gaze descended from the unknown, traversing billions of miles of void, passing through countless galaxies and star systems.

Like an invisible sword, it pierced the place on Earth where that recently vanished city once existed.

The owner of that gaze did not speak, but his will resonated in the void, spreading out like ripples—

"The foundation of that group of madmen... was there all along."