The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

A large-scale family reunion immediately took over the live broadcast room.

A barrage of "My mom" scrolled by, pushing all the other comments into a corner.

Of course, some more rational people have raised doubts.

"Who do you think this unbelievably beautiful Willow Goddess is to the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

The words had barely left his lips.

The willow goddess in the picture suddenly turned her head.

Her gaze passed over the camera lens and landed on everyone watching the live stream.

The live stream chat suddenly went silent.

No matter where they were, all the viewers felt that those eyes were watching them.

He wasn't looking at the camera.

It's about watching them.

next moment.

Everyone watching the live stream felt a chill run down their spine.

Nima.

Here comes another ruthless person who can spot them even through a screen!

"Someone is spying on us."

Liu Shen raised her right hand.

"Does it need to be erased?"

As soon as she lifted her fingertips, countless willow branches sprouted from all around the picture.

Willow branches climbed up the lens, and the emerald green leaves quickly obscured the projection.

The entire live stream feed began to distort.

The Desolate Emperor reached out and pressed down on her wrist.

"No need."

"One of our own."

Liu Shen glanced at him.

The willow branches that had tangled around the camera lens finally retreated, and the blurry live stream footage became clear again.

In the live stream, the barrage of comments that were frantically proclaiming kinship just moments before vanished completely.

The Desolate Emperor released his grip and turned to look at the underground palace.

"It is not convenient for me to take action right now."

"Please, Goddess Liu, help me revive them."

"it is good."

Liu Shen walked to the grave that had been kicked open.

She looked down at the red and black coffins in the underground palace, and a small willow tree, no more than half a foot tall, appeared in her palm.

The willow tree did not take root in the soil.

Tender roots hang in mid-air, and nine willow leaves radiate a rich emerald light.

At the tip of a willow leaf, a drop of emerald green liquid slowly condenses.

As soon as that drop of liquid appeared, the flowers and plants blooming on Lingshan Mountain all bowed down.

The dim golden light around the Desolate Emperor also stabilized somewhat.

"despair."

Green liquid dripped from the tips of willow leaves.

It was not blocked by the coffin lid.

The water droplets passed through the underground palace seal, the vermilion coffin, and the dark black coffin, splitting into half in each of the two coffins.

A fine green light spread outwards along the grain of the coffin.

In the blink of an eye, both coffins were covered with glowing willow branch patterns.

A dull tremor came from deep within the underground palace.

"Thump."

The first sound was very soft.

Few people in the live stream could hear it clearly.

"Thump!"

The second sound rang out.

That was the sound of a heart that had long since stopped beating against the chest again.

Inside the black coffin, the dark matter remaining on the withered bones began to surge.

They rushed toward the coffin, only to be blocked by the intertwined willow branches.

Emerald flames burned along the black veins, and the decaying bones regained their luster, with veins growing out from between them.

Then came the recovery of flesh and blood, skin, and even the soul.

"Bang!"

The coffin lid shook violently.

Before the camera went completely off.

"Pfft!"

A skeletal hand, still growing flesh and blood, forcefully pierced through the coffin lid and emerged from the black coffin!

[The Father of All Races - The End]

This time, the projection went completely dark.

Above Nanjing Wuzhong High School, only a faint glimmer of light remained at the edge of the sky.

No one spoke on the playground.

Many students were still looking up, waiting for the skeletal hand that had pierced through the black coffin to move again.

But the video did not continue.

Yan Cong looked down at his hands, his knuckles clenching tighter and tighter.

Su Xiaoxiao stood beside him, the jade bracelet on her wrist touching his sleeve.

She didn't offer any comfort or say anything; she simply pulled his hand into her arms.

The live stream room behind the canopy remained silent for a long time.

Until the first comment slowly floated by.

【Dimer】

"Is it over...?"

"Although the ending was happy... why do I feel like something's not quite right?"

The One Who Reaches the Unity of All Paths

"Perhaps, Old Master Yan's life was too full of resentment."

"We expect him to be like a god of war, breaking through all conspiracies and schemes."

"But... ironically, Ancestor Yan had no choice from the beginning, and even his later rebellion was part of Heaven's plan."

"In the end, he was just like us, unable to live the life he most wanted."

"well……"

The comments section fell silent for a moment.

Even if Yan Cong is eventually saved by the Desolate Emperor and the Willow God, the things that have already happened will not disappear.

Aikun rested his chin on his hand and watched for a while.

He closed the folding fan, tapped his palm, and spoke with a smile.

"My darlings, have you all finished watching?"

"How is it?"

"Compared to Old Master Yan, don't you feel that your life is actually not so bad?"

"Forehead……"

[Time Nightmare]

"Okay, Old Master Yan is indeed a tiny bit more miserable than me."

Inside the Wuzhong School in Jinling, Yan Cong raised his head.

What does "亿丢丢" mean?

"I'm already in such a miserable state, and these bastards are still comparing themselves to me?"

Several students from Class 9 glanced at him.

Ye Chen raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"fine."

"Aren't you alive now?"

"The grave mound was even kicked open by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, how impressive."

"roll."

Yan Cong slapped his hand away.

The oppressive atmosphere on the playground finally dissipated a little.

In the sky, Ai Kun also changed his sitting posture.

"alright."

"My dears, this episode is coming to an end. Do you have any questions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the comment section instantly came alive again.

[Spider Transmission]

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"We only have one question: When! When! We'll dig out the Desolate Emperor!!!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"I'm so frustrated watching this! I want to see the Desolate Heavenly Emperor unleash his fury!!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"..."

Ye Chuhao's eyelids twitched slightly.

Xingyao, clutching her diary, secretly looked up at him.

Dig it out?

The class monitor is still alive and well.

The same barrage of comments quickly filled the entire projection area.

Aikun's lips twitched.

Seeing that the comments were about to get out of control, he quickly raised his hand.

"Oh, my darlings!"

"What do you mean by 'digging up the Desolate Heavenly Emperor'?!"

"They're not dead at all!"

He paused suddenly as he spoke.

"Oh... I forgot, only the Holy Master died."

Inside Jinling Wuzhong.

On the playground.

Swish!

Everyone in Class 9 turned to look at Lu Changming.

Lu Changming's face immediately darkened.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm not dead yet!"

Yan Cong stroked his chin and muttered to himself.

"Just because you're not dead now doesn't mean you won't be in the future..."

"Yan Cong!"

Lu Changming roared, and Yan Cong immediately hid behind Su Xiaoxiao.

The Q&A session on the celestial screen continues.

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"Then when will you release information about the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

"Down……"

Ai Kun had barely uttered a single word when the comments section was already buzzing with responses.

"Next issue??"

Small paths form a forest

"I just knew you were a good streamer! I knew I hadn't followed the wrong person!"

"A good anchor wouldn't go back on their word, right?!"