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

The black tide in the projection has disappeared.

But the image of Ye Chen dragging his twin swords and charging alone into the darkness still lingered in everyone's minds.

Five thousand years.

Torn apart time and time again, it rises again and again from the shadows.

Even death has become an unattainable luxury.

The live stream remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until the first comment scrolled across the screen that the emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally broke free.

Cheng Ran: "I can't take it anymore..."

"My tears were like a dam that had been opened—they burst forth unexpectedly, and there was no way to stop them."

【逸鸢zzz】: "Add one!"

"Waaaaah..."

"One by one... why did all our ancestors suffer so much..."

"Depend on!"

【A Lonely City, a Cold Dream】：

"A double torture of body and spirit, the people who yearn for freedom the most are trapped in the same place, unable to be free for five thousand years, (bursts into tears)."

【Handsome Feather】: "I think I understand now."

"The reason the streamer did that to Ye Laozu and Jiang Jianxian was to give them something to look forward to."

"Otherwise, Ancestor Ye Chen would have to persist for five thousand years!"

"Including the two thousand years that Jiang Jianxian has already experienced, he will have to endure another three thousand years."

"If they didn't have something in their hearts to hold them up, they simply wouldn't have made it to that point."

[French netizens commented: "Sigh, looking at the original ending, they didn't even make it to our time."]

"Luckily, the squad leader is like a father to me, always there to protect me."

The sadness didn't last long; the comments section quickly found an outlet.

"Hey streamer, come out here!"

[Smash Your Door]: "Where is Ancestor Ye Chen trapped? Go and rescue him, hey!"

"that is!"

"That's enough! I don't want him to suffer anymore!"

"Hey streamer! Stop pretending to be dead and come out!"

The screen is constantly refreshing with text.

What started as an inquiry has since escalated into a condemnation.

Amidst a barrage of criticism from the comments, the extinguished sky finally flickered twice.

Ai Kun slowly appeared on the screen.

After such a long time, he has finally returned to his original appearance.

The large hole in his chest healed, and his hair, which had been messed up by Jiang Mingzi's talisman, was neatly combed back into place.

However, he was noticeably slow to sit down, his right hand bracing against the edge of the table, and he held on for a couple of breaths before letting go.

"save?"

Ai Kun rolled his eyes.

"The causal relationship is constantly changing."

"How do we save them?"

"What do you mean? Speak like a human being!"

The comments section immediately responded.

"The anchor probably means..."

【Winter Rain in the Ancient City】: "Every word we say now could lead our ancestors from five thousand years ago to make a different choice."

"Their fate has long since deviated from the original history and become a mystery."

"Even someone as powerful as a streamer probably doesn't understand these kinds of things that are beyond their control."

Ai Kun looked up at the comment and nodded slightly.

"This darling is right."

There's an old saying that goes something like this.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and one is hidden away."

"The first one is the variable."

The folding fan twirled gently in Ai Kun's palm.

The image of the black tide, which was originally frozen in the sky, quickly shrank and transformed into countless intersecting golden threads.

Some of the silk threads extend back five thousand years.

Some of the threads split halfway through, giving rise to new branches, eventually tangling into an unrecognizable turbulent current.

"Now, we are creating variables."

"Every time the sky reveals a piece of old history, your ancestors may make new choices."

"One choice changes everything, and everyone's fate will follow suit."

Aikun raised his folding fan and tapped the constantly splitting golden threads.

"Only when all the history that needs to be revealed is revealed, and those who need to make choices make their choices, will these turbulent causes and effects come together again."

"Only then will new results truly emerge."

【Star•Ember】: "Then what are we waiting for!"

"Hey streamer! Hurry! How about we stay up all night tonight!"

"Let's get to the top of the list!"

"Let's have a good listen!!!"

"..."

Aikun's eyelids twitched twice.

Before he could even speak, the comments section was already stirring things up.

"Add one, add one!"

"That's what I think too!"

"Snap—"

The folding fan snapped shut with a sharp sound.

"Alright!"

"You really think it's easy to travel through time and change history?"

Aikun tapped the table with his folding fan.

"First, we need the tokens left by your ancestors for the Holy Master as a starting point!"

"Secondly, each revelation consumes the essence of the original being!"

When he said the last sentence, his voice was noticeably raised.

The dense barrage of comments in the live stream paused for a moment.

[The One Who Unifies All Paths]: "Ahem...it's not impossible..."

"Ha...the person upstairs is speaking the truth."

【Autumn's Departure】: "Let's feel sorry for the streamer..."

"No matter how bad a dog is, he still gave his all for this world."

"Thank you for your hard work, streamer."

"Thank you for your hard work, streamer."

"Thank you for your hard work, streamer."

"..."

The same four characters quickly filled the sky.

Those who were urging for more updates and demanding that Ai Kun stay up all night are now uniformly commenting "Thank you for your hard work."

Aikun's hand holding the folding fan froze in mid-air.

He stared at the comments for a long time, and the disdain that had been on his lips slowly disappeared.

A moment later, he turned his head to the side and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye.

"You bunch of brats..."

"Just like them."

The voice was very low, and the viewers in the live stream couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did the anchor say?"

"Were they secretly cursing us?"

Absolutely!

"The dog streamer was so moved by us that he cried!"

Aikun immediately turned around and held the folding fan in front of him.

"Why are you crying?"

"I merely had a bit of karma get into my eyes!"

A chorus of boos immediately filled the screen.

Aikun did not continue arguing.

He put the folding fan back on the table and smiled again.

"alright."

"That concludes tonight's live stream."

"The next live broadcast will air in a month."

"ah???"

"A month?!!"

【薪尘0717】: "Wait, wasn't it always a week before?"

"Hey streamer, what...where are you going?"

"Could it be that he's really weakened?"

[Shadow Really?]: "Everyone... wow, do you think the host will tell all the stories by then?"

"So it was cremated into relics, right?"

"Damn! You don't believe me..."

"No way..."

"Host...you, say something?"

Aikun did not answer immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the barrage of comments.

"What are you burning?"

"Your streamer is a bad guy. Haven't you heard the saying that good people don't last long, but evil people live on for a thousand years?"

"Don't worry, even if you die, I'll still go and offer incense to you!"

[Kenjing]: "Screw it, that dog of a streamer's mouth is all it takes to get what he wants!"

"I almost felt guilty!"

"Ha ha……"