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

"..."

Aikun held his forehead.

"Although it's not next issue... it's not far off."

"Now, we have also unearthed the token that the Desolate Emperor left for the Holy Master."

"only……"

Aikun held up two fingers and gestured a short distance in front of the camera.

"The things he left behind in this world are far too few."

"But that keepsake contained far too much information!"

"The most advanced servers in China have been overwhelmed dozens of times, and they've only managed to analyze a tiny fraction of the data."

"Based on the available information, we can be certain of at least one thing."

Aikun stopped smiling.

"The power of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor did not come from our world."

The chat in the live stream paused for a moment.

Inside Jinling Martial Arts School, Ye Chen, Lin Fan, Zhuge Wangye, and others looked up at the same time.

"Not our world..."

"Taoist priest, do you know what that means?"

Ye Chen frowned and looked at Zhuge Wangye.

Zhuge Wang, tossing his coins, also frowned deeply. "Could it be that he cultivated his strength in another Ruins?"

"But that shouldn't be the case. That level of strength is difficult to cultivate even on our own land, let alone in those shattered small worlds..."

"Tsk..."

"I don't understand... I don't understand..."

Xingyao quietly raised her head and looked at the class monitor beside her.

Ye Chuhao sat on his flying sword, still as lazy as ever, without any change.

[Never Heard a Poem About Heartbreak]

"???"

"What does that mean?"

"Our world? Haven't we always been in the same world as the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

Aikun extended one finger and waved it from side to side.

"Use your brains and think about it carefully. You are all legendary figures in the same class."

"Why is it that Ancestor Yan is so weak that his life can be controlled by the Heavenly Dao, while the Desolate Emperor is so strong that he can make his superior bow down!"

"Such a large gap in strength is abnormal to begin with."

"The information deciphered from the token also proves that the Desolate Emperor once cultivated in another world."

"As for what kind of world that is, and what the Desolate Emperor experienced there..."

Aikun spread his hands.

"Still being analyzed."

"However, we have compiled a title related to the Desolate Emperor."

Upon hearing that they could extract advance information from Ai Kun, the previously quiet comments section became active again.

"What???"

"Say it!"

"Don't keep us in suspense, host!"

Aikun rested his chin on his hand and smiled mysteriously.

"That title is called—"

"I love drinking animal milk the most!"

"???"

The Lone King of Songjia Village

"Wait, host, don't run away, explain yourself clearly."

"Loves drinking beast milk?! The Desolate Heavenly Emperor? Wait... how are they connected?!"

The audience that followed fell silent.

People in the world aren't much better off.

No matter how they thought about it, they couldn't connect the Desolate Emperor, who trod on the heavenly laws and reversed life and death, with the phrase "loves to drink beast milk".

On the flying sword.

Xingyao subconsciously looked down at herself, then nodded seriously.

Then, the second person carefully wrote down a line of text.

[The class monitor's new title: Loves animal milk the most.]

No wonder the class monitor doesn't dislike drinking my nn.

Ye Chuhao: "..."

He held up two fingers, trying to close the page.

Xingyao immediately hugged the diary to her chest and shrank back warily.

On the sky.

Aikun spread his hands.

"Even the host doesn't know; the data is being analyzed right now!"

"what……"

"Dame ah!"

"What you said is as good as saying nothing at all!"

Aikun looked at the wailing in the comments section and tapped the table with his folding fan.

"alright!"

"If you don't have any other questions, the streamer will end the broadcast!"

[Damn it, it's so hard to come up with a good name]

"I have!"

What is the relationship between the Willow Goddess and the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?

Upon hearing this question, Xingyao immediately straightened her back.

She gripped the hem of her dress with both hands, staring intently at the sky.

The woman I just saw was much more mature than her in terms of figure, appearance, and temperament.

And then there's that weird title of class monitor...

Xingyao looked down at herself, her lips tightening little by little.

On the sky, Aikun answered quickly.

"It's unclear at the moment."

"But based on the available information, it is closer to a master-disciple, guide, or protector relationship."

"As for the speculation about Daoist partners, no relevant information has been analyzed yet."

Xingyao relaxed her shoulders.

She lowered her head and added a sentence to her diary.

[Sister Liu Shen: This is a senior figure who is suspected to be the class monitor; they can be respected.]

Ye Chuhao glanced at it, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Ai Kun, however, had already raised his folding fan and pointed to the next comment.

"Next!"

The One Who Reaches the Unity of All Paths

"Host, what's with the 'people from later generations' recorded in the video just now?"

"Does this mean I can pilot my mechanical body and wield 12 platinum-gold throwing knives back to become the commander?"

Aikun has entered a rapid-fire Q&A mode again.

"That is indeed true."

"We are using the technology provided by the ancient dragon kingdom's android that has been passed down from ancient times to conduct time travel experiments."

"However, mechs, weapons, and other physical equipment cannot be brought back to the time of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom."

On the high platform of Jinling Martial Arts School, Ye Long raised his head.

"We can't bring the mecha back..."

He had seen the previous videos.

When those descendants were first born, they had no cultivation.

Their only way to advance seems to be by killing enemies.

What if they were responsible for providing the weapons?

What will we get?

A continuous stream of soldiers who are fearless and can grow rapidly?

This has potential!

Ye Long looked up at the sky and made a note of the question.

In the live stream, Ai Kun had already waved his hand.

"Next."

【User78911391】

"Where did Ancestor Yan go after he was resurrected?"

"Not sure, next!"

【User78911391】

"Wait, host, there's more! Our Dragon King... how come he's really turned into a real dragon?"

Ai Kun did not skip it immediately this time.

He stroked his chin, considering it for a moment.

"That doesn't count as truly transforming into a dragon."

"To be more precise, it was the Dragon King who overdrawn his own strength to forcibly condense the form of a true dragon, but did not truly possess the godhood and destiny of a true dragon."

"You've seen it too."

"After he devoured the 20% of the monster, he immediately closed the spatial entrance and did not continue to participate in the battle."

"Let's revisit the top-secret video that was released a few days ago."

"The Dragon King sits on his golden throne and has not left it for five thousand years."

Aikun bent his finger and tapped the table.

"What he suppressed was most likely the group of beings from the Ruins who escaped into the Abyss of Fallen Gods back then."

[@The Passing Walnut Chef]

"Did the Dragon King pull it like that?"

"Suppressing a group of deserters."

"Um……"

Aikun shook his head.

"First of all, it's not the Dragon King."

"If he were to leave the Golden Throne now, all 20% of the beings from the Void would rush into Blue Star. Do you all think we can stop them with our current strength?"

He gave the answer directly without waiting for the audience to respond.

"It can't be stopped."

"We are currently only a Level 2 civilization."

"Once those beings escape the Abyss of Fallen Gods, given the current size of Earth, their appearance would be enough to cover the entire world in an instant."

The mockery in the comments section disappeared.

Ai Kun continued:

"Secondly, there are reasons why the Dragon King's foundation was damaged."

"Didn't we say before that the restored Alliance of Gods destroyed the Dragon King's Palace?"

"At the time, we guessed that the Dragon King might have asked other students in Class 9 for help."

"However, when we were organizing the Holy Master's information later, we discovered..."

Aikun opened his folding fan, the fan covering half of his face.

"That kid didn't call out to anyone at all."

"He went off to fight the Alliance of Gods all by himself!"

"The most outrageous thing is—"

"He actually won!"

On the playground, Yan Cong turned his head to look west.

At this moment, Long Aotian is still forcibly breaking into the Mountain of Gods in North America.

The past and the future are gradually overlapping.

Aikun's story continues.

"But the Dragon King has just defeated the Alliance of Gods, and the group of fugitives from Guixu have also returned."

"Those rotten angels and demons, you all should still remember them, right?"

"Remember!"

【Slightly bouncy buds】

"Is the streamer trying to say that the Alliance of Gods attacked the weak and then the strong, only to run into the Dragon King, whom they had already defeated?"

"right!"

Aikun nodded.

"The Dragon King had just finished a great battle with the Alliance of Gods when he ran head-on into the creatures of the Void who had escaped back."

"The subsequent process will most likely involve the Dragon King continuously unleashing its power, and then unleashing it again."

"After several bursts of power, he forcibly erected the form of a true dragon, lured away a group of monsters, and finally suppressed them all under the Abyss of Fallen Gods."

"The price was that his potential, foundation, and soul were all severely damaged."

"Otherwise, given the Dragon King's original talent, he should have had even more dazzling performances later on."

The comment section was silent for a few seconds.

The audience members who had been mocking the Dragon King for "pulling" remained silent.

Inside Jinling Wuzhong, Yan Cong took out his phone and glanced at it.

9:30.

Old Long didn't reply to...the message?

Could it be that after he fought desperately against the Alliance of Gods inside and won, he actually encountered those monsters?

Yan Cong frowned, then put his phone back in his pocket.

In the sky, Ai Kun unfolded the folding fan again.

"alright."

"Any other questions?"

"It's gone!"

"It's gone!"

"Please end the broadcast now!"

"Host, please remember to analyze the information on the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

"I want to see the movie where I love drinking animal milk!"

Ai Kun's lips twitched again as he looked at the last comment.

"OK."

That concludes today's live stream.

"The host once again hopes to see you again next week..."

He paused for a moment, and the smile on his face faded considerably.

"The ones who remain in our live stream are still you."

The live stream screen began to shrink.

Before the screen went out, Ai-kun waved his folding fan at the camera.

"My dear friends."

See you next week.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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