prynovel Chapter 1685 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [29] "So many people."
Chapter 1685 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [29] "So many people."
Chapter 1685 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [29]: "So many people."
Then, Su Ming'an noticed a certain gaze upon him—
It's a live stream.
The anchor point of the live broadcast room followed closely.
Following the battle for control of the World Tree, the World Lord Ceremony, and the Red and Green Emblems... this place became the focus of attention, and a large wave of comments flooded in.
[Ah! Su Ming'an! Ah! Su Ming'an!]
[Such a solemn place is crammed with a huge crowd, it's so incongruous, so lively, so many people.jpg]
For some reason, seeing this place, even through a screen, made my heart race, my breathing quicken, and my head spin. Even the most dangerous places haven't given me this much pressure.
[I can feel the pressure even through the screen, is this place really that amazing?]
What exactly does "source point" mean? It's a whole bunch of gibberish, and I didn't really understand it.
[The first block in Minecraft.]
I understand now.
I've never played it, I don't understand it!
Just as any magnificent building begins with the first grain of sand, this is where the sand gathers.
[Hmph, where's Brother Lü? Why didn't he come in?]
【Lord of Dreams, stop hiding. I know who you are. Type 1 to let me see your IP address.】
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The moment the comments popped up, the atmosphere seemed to instantly ease.
Su Ming'an looked around and saw that some people were already heading towards the door, each driven by their own interests and unconcerned about Su Ming'an's choice. Some even wanted to demonstrate their "rebellious" spirit, rushing through the door amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd to show their bravery and fearlessness.
But most people remained where they were. On the one hand, they wanted to follow Su Ming'an, and on the other hand, it was too crowded to move.
Lu looked back at him and said, "Go ahead and choose. You can definitely do it. I have no doubt about it."
Chen Yuhang quickly said, "Master, you definitely made a better choice than me, I'll leave it to you."
Perlo said calmly, "Go."
Evelyn tossed her hair: "Your Highness, I have never doubted your correctness. If I could die by your side, I would be content."
Nagasha's expression remained intense, even bordering on madness: "If I die here with you, my name will be forever etched in the universe... Even death is a form of immortality for me."
Alger turned his head away, then turned it back: "Whatever you say."
Bai Chun said softly, "Brother Ming'an, I believe you."
Su Ming'an glanced at them, then decisively walked towards one of the doors.
His figure was concealed by a burst of white light, and as he passed through the door, the throng of people immediately followed him through.
……
Rovasa, beyond the abyss.
The purplish-black fissures, like wounds on the earth, constantly rippled with viscous starlight and black water, stretching between reality and nothingness. One could vaguely see Su Ming'an and the others standing on the black water, facing four gigantic gates.
Beyond the abyss lie burning ruins and fleeing survivors.
"Chen Yuhang—!!!!"
Wang Xingkong stood in the darkness, almost half his body about to plunge into the abyss, his face streaked with tears and dust. Just moments before, as Chen Yuhang and the others had fallen in, a hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed Wang Xingkong, pulling him back from the brink of being swallowed whole.
As a result, Chen Yuhang and his team all fell in, but Wang Xingkong escaped and remained outside the abyss.
The person who pulled him up stood a step behind him. It was an unusually short figure, shrouded in blue mist.
“You should leave here,” the man in the mist said. “The source point has been closed, and you can’t get in now. The place is full of demonic energy and pollution. Even if you lie on the edge of the abyss and shout, you still can’t get in.”
A liquid resembling black petroleum streamed down Wang Xingkong's face as he trembled and said, "Yu Hang... and Ming An Ge... they've all gone in! Why did you stop me? I should have gone in too!"
"Why?" the man in the mist asked.
"In this world, only Chen Yuhang and I are the same kind of people... He'll be scared if I'm not around!" Wang Xingkong shouted. "I want to help Ming'an, I want everyone to know that my existence is meaningful... I... I'm standing on the world stage..."
He shouted loudly at the "door," trying to make the people inside the abyss hear him, but to no avail.
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
“An endless bouquet of flowers,” Wang Xingkong murmured.
This was a skill he learned in the Disciple Game, now it had become his own ability. He opened his palm, and lilac blossoms bloomed from his fingertips. He tossed the flowers down, and they actually passed through the "door"!
Living things can no longer pass through, but objects can! Just like those bone claws and eyeballs scratching in the mud!
Wang Xingkong's eyes lit up as he noticed this.
"Shh!"
At that moment, golden light flashed across the sky.
A blazing golden beam of light, seemingly capable of piercing the heavens and earth, carrying a majestic divine power, crashed straight down towards the Gate of the Abyss!
However, as soon as one approaches the abyss, the beam of light dissipates automatically, as if this place has become its own world, impossible to disturb.
Su Lin's figure appeared in the sky.
He looked down at the purplish-black abyss that resembled a fissure in the earth, abyss that ran through most of the town, shattered buildings turned to dust, and people fled into the wilderness.
He summoned several more lightsabers and shot them down at the abyss, but they were still blocked by an invisible membrane.
Suddenly, he spotted Wang Xingkong standing in the abyss. In the pitch blackness, which gurgled like boiling black water, a tiny figure stood out starkly.
"Why is Wang Xingkong there?" Su Lin was taken aback, and quickly realized that Wang Xingkong's position was very subtle.
When the abyss opened, those nearby all fell in. Only Wang Xingkong was pulled back, and by the time he regained his footing, the abyss had closed, and the membrane had risen. This left the abyss completely empty except for Wang Xingkong. Even Su Lin, who had rushed over, was blocked outside and unable to enter!
Wang Xingkong looked up and met Su Lin's gaze, as if he had also realized his own importance.
He might be the only one who can transmit information to the source!
The communicator in Wang Xingkong's hand flickered for a moment, and Lin Yin's voice came through: "Wang Xingkong, leave there immediately. The demonic energy is too strong, and you won't last long. We can't get in, but the firewall won't restrict people inside. You can get out."
“Wait a minute, it seems I can send a message inside…” Wang Xingkong said.
"What are you thinking? What use are those flowers of yours?" Lin Yin said. She didn't think Wang Xingkong could do anything; a human body couldn't last long.
Wang Xingkong looked at the person in the mist beside him.
—Just now, this guy who suddenly appeared helped me out! This guy must be incredibly powerful; if he's willing to help me gain a foothold…
But why would this person help me? I'm just an ordinary person who jumped off Mingxi campus, how could I know such a powerful guy?
"Heh, I won't help you, but let me give you a hint. The reason you can't hold on is because the demonic energy here is too heavy, but if you had the ability to create your own space, you could stand a little longer," the man in the mist said calmly.
...Oh, right, endless bouquets.
Wang Xingkong didn't have any powerful skills. He tried his best to summon flowers and spread them around him... This behavior was extremely ridiculous. The ordinary flowers withered instantly, and they didn't have the ability to purify the air.
He was unwilling to give up, and he called upon the flowers again and again. He didn't want to be powerless; he wanted to do something at least, because now he was the only one standing there!
If it were Su Lin or Lü Shu standing here, they could definitely do far more than I could. But it's me! Useless me!
Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his back, as if a surge of energy was flowing through him.
Turning around, I saw a player standing on the edge, with his hair in a bun, holding a staff, continuously pouring mana into Wang Xingkong.
Seeing this, Wang Xingkong quickly came up with a solution!
"Lin Yin! Listen to me! Do you have any transfer device that can channel all your magic power into one person?" Wang Xingkong shouted.
"Let me ask." Lin Yin immediately fell silent, and after a moment, she replied, "Yes! Xi Rui has it!"
The players' items are incredibly diverse, and you can find any function they have.
"Send over a group of mage players to infuse me with mana, and then send over a group of support players to try and give me all sorts of buffs so that my 'Infinite Bouquet' skill can truly become an area-of-effect skill, then I can stay in place! I can transmit information into it!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yin's eyes lit up. Wang Xingkong's thinking was too quick; no wonder he was a senior in high school, the period when the human brain is at its most intelligent!
"Even Su Lin's sword light can't penetrate it, so how can his magic power be poured into you?" Lin Yin asked.
“Sure!” Wang Xingkong glanced at the female player at the edge of the abyss. “This place is like a firewall; destructive skills won’t work, but pouring energy into it will!”
The player base was instantly mobilized.
Lin Yin immediately pressed a bright red button with a "click," which was the [World Channel], allowing all players who had returned to the "past" to speak at once:
"Attention all units that have received this message: In the Eastern District, at the southeastern edge of the Abyss Rift, a large-scale, continuous infusion of pure energy and enhancement of support systems are needed. The goal is to support a human named 'Wang Xingkong' in maintaining the special skill 'Infinite Bouquet' and to establish a temporary stable point in the Abyss Contaminated Zone."
"This action is of the highest priority at present. Except for situations that are necessary for the overall situation, all players who have returned to the 'past' timeline are requested to immediately drop their current missions and come to our aid."
"Please note that there are a large number of followers of the Radiant Mother Goddess and her retinue nearby, including the Dawn Knights, the Divine Adventists, and the Angels of the Holy Mountain... Su Lin, Lu Shu, Aini, and Dragon Emperor Ian will clear the way for you!"
……
"Ding dong!"
[Large-scale battlefield mission "Lightbearer" is now activated!]
Players who receive side quests, please choose whether to proceed. You will receive battlefield points based on your quest completion rate, which can be redeemed for rewards.
[Battlefield Leaderboard:]
[NO.1 (None available)]
[NO.2 (None available)]
【…】
……
Each time a battlefield mission is activated, if viewed from above, the player group appears to be turning like intricate gears!
No matter where they originally planned to go, the moment they heard the system notification, they would transform into birds returning to their nests and fly to the battlefield from all directions.
Battlefield missions are the easiest to complete, offer the most rewards, and provide the richest gains. Even just moving supplies or using skills will earn you battlefield points, which can be exchanged for high-value items in the temporary shop! Even without the incentive to help, a group of players will flock to help.
Moonlight Forest.
A group of elven players were clearing out monsters when they heard the system notification. The leader, a blond-haired, pointy-eared elven ranger named Ruiying, immediately smiled.
"Alright, it seems we can't escape it after all. It's our turn to take the stage, brothers and sisters."
He blew a bright green leaf flute, and the clear, melodious sound echoed among the ancient trees. Not only the players, but also many native elven mages and druids looked up.
They transformed into streaks of green light, traversing the forest and rushing into the distance.
……
The Red Pagoda in the Eastern Territory.
"Buzz—buzz—!"
Several airships carrying players soared into the sky, their engines spewing out a mixture of dark blue and pale flames. The pilot was X, the eighty-second-ranked player known as the "Steam Pirate".
With a thick beard, strong, dark muscles, and a long, ugly scar on his neck resembling a centipede, this burly man took a big gulp of wine and tore at the chunk of flesh in his hand.
Hearing the crisp system notification, the man was overjoyed. With the game nearing its end, he knew he would soon miss the thrill of battlefield combat. Regardless of whether he lived or died, he had to give it a try!
"There are even battlefield missions! I've been missing a decent purple-grade gun, and it's finally delivered right to my doorstep! Battlefield, here I come!"
"Boss, let's charge!"
X laughed arrogantly, spun the rudder, and led his subdued henchmen into the abyss.
……
Twilight Realm.
Deep in the Eastern Realm, as the moonlight shifted, several lich players who had received the message discussed for a moment and then activated the teleportation array.
One after another, liches, necromancers, ghosts, and vampires, all clad in black robes and wielding bone staffs, stepped in.
"There will be many corpses on the battlefield. The world game is about to end. We can't miss it..."
"That's right. It's said that it's the seal of the Demon Mother Goddess, and the evil aura there is strong. We must go there."
"Take me with you! I want to go too!"
……
A gap in the fog.
In the gap between time and space, the blond man appeared, his body shrouded in mist, interspersed with golden-red flames.
"That was close... I shouldn't have shown up in person. I almost got chopped down by Su Lin. Luckily, the [Mist Rift Magician] can travel through civilizations with the help of the Chaos God's power..." Aland took off his glasses, wiped them gently, and put them back on, seemingly still shaken. "The future related to Su Ming'an is always unpredictable. I almost made a fatal mistake."
He looked up and called out:
"Alger, Alger—!"
He called out several times, but there was no response.
He frowned, tapping his temples, as if deep in thought:
"Alger entered the 'Source Point' with Su Ming'an? Heh, trying to betray me..."
The next moment, his eyeballs burst, two streams of blood flowed down his cheeks, blood seeped from his ear canals, and his brain swelled up as if it would burst his skull. But soon, he found his answer in the endless array of images.
"831911th time, 889912th time, 891281st time... Hmm, I don't remember. Su Ming'an has entered the 'Source Point' more than ten times in total. Most of the time, he was accompanied by his companions, such as Lü Shulin and Yin. This time was significantly different. He actually told his high-combat-power companions not to come and went in alone... It's probably because he really went further this time, and the butterfly effect was significant."
"Let me think about it, and the endings of each one seem to be quite tragic... Usually, only Su Ming'an comes out alive, and once he even died inside himself."
"How many people will survive this time? Those who went in with him were mostly unknown, ordinary players, and even some natives of Rovasa… He probably won't make it out alive. It's a real shame about Alger's fighting strength…"
He wiped his eyes with both hands, and the mist turned back into eyeballs. Soon, his face regained its elegance and cleanliness.
With a push of the legs, it felt as if one was traveling through the sea and swimming in the mist.
This is the "Gap of Mist," a chasm between light and darkness, where the "Gap of Mist Magicians," servants of the God of Chaos, can traverse. Here, only mist exists, ignoring spatial distance; direction is determined solely by "threads of fate." As long as the magicians grasp their respective threads of fate and traverse the mist, they can reach their desired destination.
Most magicians struggle to control the direction of the threads of fate, often landing in strange corners and causing wonders. Therefore, outsiders often refer to these magical companions as "miracle magicians." They frequently appear like divine soldiers descending from the sky, unintentionally changing the outcome of a war and leaving behind legends.
For Aland, this "watcher of fate," he never loses his way in the fog; the "threads of fate" that are difficult for ordinary people to discern are perfectly clear in his eyes. With just a short while, he finds the direction he is going.
—The Sea of Immortality.
Legend has it that this is the birthplace of the immortal jellyfish. Many marine creatures that live here have a lifespan that is almost immortal.
“The ‘spark’ that brings huge changes every time… I will find you…” Aland’s lips curled up.
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