SWDnovel Chapter 81 A Dream Shattered
Chapter 81 A Dream Shattered
Chapter 81 A Thousand-Year Dream Shattered
2:30 PM, underground shopping mall.
A cool, damp mist drifted over the bizarrely colored light boxes and crystalline signs, while a mesmerizing pink and purple haze swept through the streets.
Even Wang Qing.
After stopping the motorcycle and kicking down the kickstand, he was briefly lost in thought.
The coordinates have all been erased, as if floating in a daze without beginning or end.
Under the intense temporal and spatial displacement, light and shadow lose their weight, all tactile sensations are separated by a thin veil, existing in the gap between reality and illusion, all outlines melt into a viscous wheel and ripple out, as if immersed in an opium dream.
Is it possible that they happen to have the same name and be of the same race?
The first thing he did upon arriving at the makeshift hospital was naturally to investigate its history, but all the arguments led to the same conclusion.
Wang Qing had once thought that everyone was being deceived, but now he was beginning to waver.
The myriad realms have indeed been destroyed, but this is the only remaining paradise in the vast world.
The Outer Path Body is a half-step immortal technique, not yet perfected, and completely uncontrollable. Could it be that I have indeed crossed the long river of time and arrived at the end of the world, countless years in the future?
The existence of the Immortal Carriage was learned from the top-secret files of the Virtual Derivation Computation Power.
However, the file given by the man in the trench coat was no longer valid; the time stamp of the experiments conducted inside was more than a hundred years ago.
However, at the end of the document, the man in the trench coat edited new content about the main character.
Although the man in the trench coat has not yet revealed information about his organization, he has only given details of the incident involving Wang Jin. Wang Jin is not a member of the man in the trench coat's organization, but the members of the demonic path exchange information with each other.
The demonic organization also needs to unite all forces that can be united in an attempt to liberate the ancient beings sealed within the celestial chariot and throw them into the war of resistance.
More than a hundred years ago, in the year 20669, the United Front, in alliance with multiple demonic organizations, launched an attack on the Void Calculation Research Institute, which was directly under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.
Not only did they obtain the research files, but they also caused countless recorded Relic chips to fall into the outside world. Although the Demon Investigation Bureau has special personnel responsible for their recovery, they are unable to recover them all.
Six years ago, in 20771, Wang Jin received a mission to steal the Relic chip that had fallen into the hands of a large corporation.
After the affair was exposed, although it was not found that Wang Jin had any connection with the demonic path, he was still charged with related crimes and imprisoned.
The real cause of Wang Jin's death was, of course, because the Demonic Investigation Bureau disregarded the law and forcibly searched his soul after he was killed.
However, the Relic chip had already been moved out, and Wang Jin himself did not know its whereabouts.
The methods used by the demonic organization are quite sophisticated. Often, those below them don't even know they are working for the demonic organization; they are simply attracted by the high rewards.
This saved Wang Jin's family from being implicated in the execution.
Wang Qing could probably guess why Wang Jin did that. No matter how talented he was, he was already at the late stage of Qi Refining by his senior year. But without resources and money, even with the highest aptitude, he couldn't cross that chasm. He must have taken the risk for his lofty ideals.
This was exactly the method the man in the trench coat used to control Wang Qing. He didn't provide any more information, but whether it was to incite Wang Qing's hatred or to threaten the lives of Wang Qing and his entire family, it was effective.
The demonic path is also ruthless.
A spy as outstanding as Wang Qing is extremely rare.
But Wang Qing didn't care about any of that.
Alas, the Jade Palace has crumbled and turned to ashes, and the great dream of the past life has ended a thousand years ago. [Mending Heaven Peak]
I thought the final battle at the Ancient Land of Patching Heaven Peak was just a little over a month ago, but unexpectedly, the mountains and rivers have changed a hundred times and the seas and mountains have changed a thousand times. The cause is not yet finished and the mystery of the past is still there. I will not dwell on the past but focus on the future. A promise can open the gate of eternity.
In the underground street.
Wang Qing locked up his motorcycle and headed to his destination to find Ali's friend, the so-called "Rap Master".
One of the reasons for searching for the Black Super Dream Card is to connect with the magic of magic.
The target has already been achieved ahead of schedule through the Purge Club.
However, the communicator he gave himself could only receive information in one direction, and the other party was just a contact person of average rank.
We cannot put all our eggs in one basket; we must continue to expand our information network.
According to the Heavenly Court, Black Chao Meng was the main channel through which the Demonic Path Organization brainwashed citizens in the makeshift hospitals.
Therefore, Wang Qing must make good use of this main channel.
I briefly read through the "Memoirs of the Buddha" file on the USB drive.
This person once made his law public.
Wang Qing also had similar considerations; the methods were the same, but the goals were completely different.
The goal is to become the super popular director of the Black Super Dream.
Five minutes later.
Outside the Hardcore Connection Center, the Talkative Master arrived as promised, standing next to a prosthetic charging station at the entrance.
"I've left a huge bruise on the informant's wife's face—in his three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment bought with a loan—my burning bull's heart—you have no chance against me!"
A member of the Ghost Clan wearing headphones is rapping a song whose meaning is unclear.
Wang Qing had a tactical black face and had long anticipated the low quality of the people in the enemy cabin, but his expectations were still too high, as they always managed to surprise him.
According to the latest population statistics of Cangzhou in 20777, humans account for 36% of the population of Cangzhou, which is actually quite high, accounting for one-third. The rest are alien races.
Ghost Clan —
In the old cultivation world, this race would have been used by Wang Qing to make medicinal wine. Their basic appearance is no different from humans, but their skin is generally purplish-black, their limbs are longer, they have sharp claws on their hands, and special horns on their heads. At birth, depending on the celestial phenomena, they will have different rune marks, which are natural tattoos that are helpful on the path of cultivation and are a kind of innate advantage.
"You're Ali's friend?"
Wang Qing doesn't really like so-called hip-hop. He also dresses in loose, baggy clothes, wearing oversized hoodies, the so-called high-street style, which is quite trendy.
"AKA, Rap Master~ My flow is like ten thousand heavenly soldiers~ sweeping across the battlefield~ You're younger than I expected~ It's truly astonishing~"
"Stop with the nonsense and lead the way."
"Mission accomplished! I'll get you everything you want! If you pay me enough, you're my dad!"
"I'm so fucking done."
Wang Qing raised his hand, ready to slap the man across the face.
"Wait! Hold on!"
Rega quickly retreated.
It was impossible for Ali not to talk back. Although Wang Qing only asked that he be a big client, Ali still had to remind him not to mess around and to just do business honestly. He said that no one could afford to mess with a small black-clad dream studio, let alone the entire underground street.
"Isn't this a normal way of speaking?"
The makeshift hospital truly showed Wang Qing the diversity of species. In the old cultivation world, where there were no conflicts of interest, people would have been easily stripped bare.
"I just need to practice more, go to any lengths, and conquer the barbarians on the path of rap."
"Rega said calmly."
Wang Qing's forehead creased with annoyance. "Still trying to rhyme, huh?"
The hard-to-reach transfer center was open, but Wang Qing had no interest in going in to exchange pleasantries with Mo Zhenxiong. This prosthetic doctor was only interested in maintaining a stable mindset, so he didn't want to put too much pressure on him and just wanted to provide technical support when needed.
Seeing Wang Qing remain silent with a poker face, Liejia wisely shut up and obediently led the way. The studio was in the underground street, not far away, but because of the crackdown on this line of work, the route was a bit roundabout and would take more than ten or twenty minutes to walk.
After squeezing into a narrow alley with Liejia, we wandered through a maze of passages and staircases. The studio was hidden deep inside, a true multi-story building, and was even set up with some enticing formations.
Wang Qing was multitasking, following Lie Jia while dealing with the messages on Feixin that were almost impossible to reply to.
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