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

"well……"

"To be honest, I don't feel that much sadness."

"It's possible that we knew in advance why this outcome would occur."

"It just made me feel a little depressed."

"besides……"

"You damn streamer, you really deserve to die!"

The viewers in the live stream were outraged.

After Ai Kun was successively beaten by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, Old Ancestor Ye, and Immortal Lord, the deterrent effect brought by his identity as the Heavenly Dao had already been largely shattered.

Now, seeing His disheveled appearance, the crowd was not afraid at all; instead, they cursed Him even more fiercely.

But gradually, some people noticed something was wrong.

In front of the projector, Ai Kun, with his messy, frizzy hair, gripped a tattered folding fan tightly in both hands.

He didn't look back at the comments.

He just stared at the projection, his expression tense, seemingly more concerned about what would happen next than the viewers in the live stream.

In the projection, heavy rain is pouring down.

Jiang Liyu was still leaning against Ye Chen's tombstone.

She stroked the face in the photo again and again, her throat already hoarse from crying, but the tears wouldn't stop.

Viewers cannot perceive any change in the visuals.

The more nervous Ai Kun was, the more curious they became.

"???"

"What's the big deal?"

"Isn't this the whole plot He orchestrated?"

"that is."

"Now I understand why that scoundrel designed such a disgusting plot."

"I guess it's mostly so that both Elder Ye and Sword Immortal Jiang can live to see our era."

"And is that extreme grief meant to keep them from losing their way during this long period of time?"

"Or to give them a compelling reason to keep getting stronger."

"The person upstairs is right!"

"Hearing this makes me want to slap that jerk of a streamer even more."

"Unfortunately, I lack the ability..."

"Sigh... If only the Desolate Heavenly Emperor could appear at this moment and beat up that dog of a streamer in that dimension."

"What are you thinking about?"

"That's a piece of history from the past, like a video recording. What happened when it was filmed is what it will be shown on screen."

"How could anything have changed..."

"Holy shit!!!"

"Wait—! Look!! There, there, there…"

"Has the Desolate Heavenly Emperor arrived?!"

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the projection.

Under the torrential rain, the sky and earth darkened.

In the depths of the rain, a glimmer of golden light suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the rain stopped in mid-air.

The next moment, the raindrops were upside down and returned to the clouds along their original trajectory.

"this……"

Li Xiaoran's eyes widened, and she only managed to utter one word.

The golden light had already spread out.

"Buzz—"

A golden ripple swept across the heavens and earth.

The familiar stillness of time and space reappears.

The raindrops stopped.

The wind stopped.

The traffic, lights, and even the rolling clouds in the distant city were all frozen in this moment.

The entire projected world fell silent.

"I knew it..."

"Shh...don't talk, just keep watching..."

The chat in the live stream quickly thinned out.

The vast majority of people held their breath and stared intently at the projection.

The golden light receded.

A tall, slender figure appeared behind Jiang Liyu.

Jin Hui obscured his face, leaving only the outline of his long hair and ancient robe.

But that reassuring aura already revealed the identity of the person who came.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

He once again transcended time, appearing in this history that should have been unchangeable.

The Desolate Emperor bypassed Jiang Liyu and arrived at the tombstone.

He glanced at Ye Chen in the photo.

After a moment of silence, he looked down at Jiang Liyu, who was kneeling in the mud, her eyes unfocused.

The Desolate Emperor raised his hand and reached into his robes.

The audience's hearts were in their throats.

The next moment, he pulled out a pair of... pink bear-themed underwear??

The live stream fell into a brief silence.

The Desolate Emperor paused for a moment.

He looked down at what was in his hand.

Then, expressionless, he stuffed the bear underwear back into his pocket, as if nothing had happened, and took out a pure white handkerchief from inside.

"???"

"???"

The audience was initially incredulous, and some even experienced a collapse of their understanding.

What followed was an overwhelming wave of discussion.

"What the hell?"

"Pink bear underwear?"

"Damn it? Could it be that the Desolate Emperor is having an affair with Sword Immortal Jiang behind Ancestor Ye's back?"

"Are they having an affair?"

"Who would have thought that Jiang Jianxian, such an ethereal and pure-looking person... would actually wear pink bear underwear?"

"This contrast... isn't it a bit too much?"

"Is that the main point?"

"The important thing is that there are cows here! Cows!"

"What can we do? The blond-haired guy is the Yellow Emperor; even if the victim doesn't want to, they have to put up with it..."

"That's great. Even if the wild dog milk with a (permanent) shelf life expires, I bet I won't forget that the Desolate Emperor will pull out a pair of pink bear underwear from his pocket."

"+1"

"+1"

In the scene, the Desolate Emperor seemed surprised to have pulled out such a thing.

But his pause lasted only half a breath.

The next moment, he squatted down in front of Jiang Liyu and handed her the handkerchief.

"Here, wipe your tears."

The usual laziness was gone from his voice.

All that remains is the composure and patience that the younger generation can rely on.

Jiang Liyu looked up in a daze.

When she saw the face of the Desolate Emperor clearly, the deathly stillness in her eyes was washed away by tears once again.

The next moment, she threw herself into the arms of the Desolate Emperor, like a child who had finally found someone to rely on, and burst into tears.

"**!"

"Ye Chen is dead..."

"Ahhh... I didn't recognize him yet."

"I even cruelly hurt him when I left..."

"Waaaaah..."

"**、**……"

"That Xiao Ai lied to me!!!"

The Desolate Emperor did not push her away.

He supported Jiang Liyu's back with one hand and held a handkerchief in the other, wiping away the rain and tears from her face.

"Don't cry."

"I'll get revenge for you."

After speaking, the Desolate Emperor raised his head and looked at the camera.

Those eyes pierced through the projection, transcending countless years and dimensions, and landed outside the screen.

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

"You two."

"Get your ass over here!"

His voice wasn't loud.

The tattered fan in Ai Kun's hand cracked open with a "snap".

"Here it comes!"

Xiao Ai nimbly jumped off the table.

Its entire body transformed into a round ball and crashed into the projection with a "thud".

Aikun gritted his teeth.

He glanced down at the tattered fan in his hand, then looked at the Desolate Emperor in the projection.

Forget it.

Anyway, I don't have much face left.

To save the world.

For the greater good.

Losing a little face is nothing.

Thinking of this, Aikun rolled into the projection as well.

The previously empty live stream room suddenly became empty of two figures.

In the projection, two figures, one large and one small, rolled out of the vortex one after the other.

Xiao Ai continued rolling and crashed directly into the feet of the Desolate Emperor.

It rolled twice on the ground before transforming back into a little girl and hugging the Desolate Emperor's leg.

"Um... um..."

"You must know... all of this was forced upon me by that old man, Deng."

It held the Desolate Emperor tightly with one hand, and pointed to Ai Kun, who had just rolled out of the vortex, with the other.

"I was also...forced to do it..."

Xiao Ai's voice grew softer and softer.

"Whoosh—"

A hand suddenly reached out.

Jiang Liyu tightened her grip, grabbed Xiao Ai by the neck, and lifted her off the ground.

"Little...Ai!"

"Little Fish...it's me, Little Ai...I'm Little Ai from Class 9..."

"They're on our side!"

"That's the real me... the one you saw before!"

"That old man forced me to do it!!!"

"Enough with the nonsense!!!"

Jiang Liyu got up from the Desolate Emperor's embrace.

She tossed her hand and flung Xiao Ai high into the air.

The sword technique was completed in the next instant.

"Buzz—"

The dark clouds that had been covering the mountaintop suddenly churned.

Thousands upon thousands of cyan sword energies gathered beneath the clouds, their sharpness all locked onto Xiao Ai in mid-air.

"cut!"