The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

Boom!

Gu Xu's heart skipped a beat without warning.

It wasn't because of the tension I felt at the beginning in the eight regions.

It wasn't because of excitement.

Rather, it was a... indescribable sense of familiarity.

The feeling is like when you're looking in a mirror and the person in the mirror suddenly winks at you; or like walking in an empty wilderness and clearly hearing the breathing of another version of yourself.

The aura arrived abruptly and disappeared just as quickly, vanishing in a flash without a trace.

But Gu Xu was absolutely certain that it was not a misperception!

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing over the battlefield before him, over the barrier of the Silver Moon Realm, and looking towards a very distant direction.

That place... is not the East China Sea.

"What's wrong, my husband?"

The strange bride beside Gu Xu noticed Gu Xu's unusual behavior immediately.

Her red wedding dress was as vibrant as blood.

Her beautiful face showed a hint of concern.

She floated down and gently took Gu Xu's hand, feeling its icy touch: "Are there enemies?"

Gu Xu did not answer immediately.

He frowned slightly, and deep in his eyes, the purple nebula symbolizing the authority of the "Old Lords" slowly rotated, as if trying to trace the source of that aura.

But this aura was truly extraordinary.

It does not belong to any of the powerful beings Gu Xu knows, nor does it belong to any rule in this spacetime.

But...

It made me feel incredibly close to it, so close that it felt like a part of my body.

"Wife, what you just did..."

Gu Xu hesitated for a moment, looking at the ghost bride: "Did you sense anything strange?"

"A strange aura?"

The ghost bride tilted her head, carefully sensing her surroundings, then shook her head blankly: "Apart from the stench from that big guy, I didn't sense anything else."

"Didn't even you notice...?"

Gu Xu muttered to himself, momentarily hesitant.

As the Lord of the Old Ones, his perception is extremely strong!

Although the awakening period was short, the sensory abilities never faltered!

"And that direction..."

Gu Xu narrowed his eyes, quickly conjuring a map of the Divine Xia Empire in his mind. "It looks like... Tianqi City?"

That was his hometown.

It was also the place where he transmigrated, awakened, and changed jobs.

"never mind."

Gu Xu shook his head, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable flutter in his heart.

Since I can't figure it out, I'll stop thinking about it for now!

The most urgent task now is to clear the Silver Moon Realm as soon as possible.

Completed third job advancement!

Then I'll go back to Sherlock to see what's causing this unease in my mind!

Although he didn't know what the situation was like outside, Gu Xu had a feeling of unease, as if he would lose something important if he didn't go back soon.

"Maybe I've been under too much pressure lately."

Gu Xu took a deep breath and resumed his nonchalant demeanor.

"Old Black, Twitch, stop playing around!"

"Go all out!"

"It's time to go back and take a look..."

Gu Xu spoke the last sentence very softly, so softly that only he could hear it.

……

……

The Divine Xia Empire, Tianqi Province.

It was a midsummer afternoon, and sunlight filtered through the lush sycamore leaves, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

Tianqi No. 3 Senior High School.

It was during class time, even though Sherlock had issued a proclamation to the entire nation.

But as a high school, it was not affected!

Of course, the campus wasn't quiet, because Gu Xu was representing the Divine Xia Empire in the battle for the Silver Moon Realm.

The school organized a viewing of the live stream.

Therefore, at all times, one could hear students cheering for Gu Xu and shouting excitedly.

however.

It's right there on that tree-lined path leading to the senior high school building.

The once calm space suddenly rippled like a stone thrown into water, creating visible ripples.

sizzle-

That's the rules rubbing together, it's spacetime being distorted.

The surrounding air seemed unable to bear some terrifying weight, emitting a faint, mournful sound.

Followed by.

A hand wrapped in dirty bandages suddenly emerged from the void and gently pressed against the trunk of the old sycamore tree.

Like pushing open a door.

A tall figure dressed in a black hooded robe slowly emerged from the distorted space.

He was completely shrouded in a large black robe, obscuring his face; only a few strands of black hair hung down from the edge of the hood.

His hands were wrapped in those grayish-black shrouds.

It also appeared to be stained with some long-dried dark red blood.

This person did not deliberately release any aura.

But when he stands there, the light around him will unconsciously distort, as if he himself is a huge black hole, and even the laws of the world have to revolve around him.

"call……"

The man took a deep breath, seemingly greedily inhaling the unique scent of chalk dust and grass in the air.

"This is... Tianqi No. 3 Middle School..."

From beneath the hood came a slightly husky, yet magnetic, young voice.

"It's been... a long time."

The man slowly raised his head, his gaze greedily scanning everything around him.

The walls were mottled, the railings were peeling, and there was that familiar cafeteria in the distance.

Everything looked so old and worn, yet so... vibrant.

"At this time..."

The man stretched out his bandaged hand and made a grasping motion in the air, as if trying to grab something that was slipping away.

"That old man Chen Zhenyuan should still be guarding the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, right?"

"Old Master Wang Cang... should still be on Kunlun Mountain at this time, smoking his pipe and cursing as he guards that broken hole."

"And Sister Qiong, and that silly girl Jiang Shu..."

At this point, the mysterious man's voice seemed to tremble slightly, carrying an emotion that was suppressed to the extreme.

That kind of vicissitude and longing can only come from experiencing countless life-and-death separations and witnessing the vicissitudes of life.

"Minister Li, Old Zhang, Commander Zhou..."

One familiar name after another was softly uttered from his mouth.

Each name is like a key, unlocking his long-sealed memories.

"That's great."

The mysterious man withdrew his gaze, glanced down at his hands wrapped in bandages, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"At this point in time."

"You...are all still alive."

"It didn't become a name on a tombstone, nor a phantom in memories."

A gentle breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves on the ground.

The mysterious man pulled his hood down, concealing his face even more.

Instead of heading towards the bustling teaching building, he turned and looked towards the East China Sea.

There, a powerful surge of energy, capable of changing the very fabric of the world, was erupting. The man chuckled softly, "Old Ancestor Ye's final moment?"