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

The man stopped wiping the stove.

At the far end of the fried rice stall, next to the offering table, hangs a dusty, gray compass.

The compass was covered with years of stubborn soot that couldn't be wiped off.

There is a new crack in the very center, extending from the center all the way to the outermost Twenty-Eight Mansions scale.

The crack appeared seven days ago.

Late that night, a phantom of a fox suddenly rose into the sky above Future City, obscuring the sun.

It bears some resemblance to the blood fox mentioned in the sky.

The thing looked down at the entire city, opened its mouth, and laughed wildly downwards.

"I'm finally out!"

"I'm not dead!"

"Hahaha……"

The laughter lasted only a few breaths.

The ancestral compass on the altar flew out on its own.

The compass dial spun rapidly, its multicolored halo enveloping the fox's illusory form and dragging it into the compass.

Immediately afterwards, a plume of black smoke rose from the plate.

The fox's afterimage went completely silent.

The compass, having exhausted its last remaining strength, fell from the sky and cracked open.

The man walked to the offering table and raised his hand to wipe away the grease and soot clinging to the edge of the compass.

"Do you know what this thing is all about?"

The burly man shook his head, biting his spoon.

"have no idea."

The man lifted the spatula and pointed to the ancestral tablet behind the compass.

The burly man looked in the direction he was pointing.

There are only six characters on the memorial tablet.

[Eternal Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Dharmas]

"Wow!"

The burly man suddenly stood up, his knee slamming against the edge of the table, nearly spilling the fried rice onto the floor.

He ignored the pain, his eyes wide open.

"No, boss!"

"Were your ancestors celestial lords?"

He carried the fried rice around the small table and circled the man halfway around.

His gaze swept from the round-framed glasses to the faded Taoist robe, and then to the oil-stained cloth shoes on the other person's feet.

The burly man's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"That's not right."

"The Immortal Lord is so handsome, how come you are so ugly?"

"..."

The man tightened his grip on the copper coin spatula.

"Is it possible that we just come from the same lineage?"

"oh."

The burly man took the plate and sat back down.

"Then shouldn't you participate even more?"

"Since the country can find things from 5,000 years ago, maybe it can also help you find your sect's lineage."

"Don't you want to revitalize the sect when the time comes?"

The man stared at the memorial tablet.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.

"After that catastrophe, the mountain gate, the scriptures, and the altar were all gone."

"This is the only magical artifact left by our patriarch."

"What kind of legacy can be found here?"

hum!

The communicator on my wrist suddenly vibrated.

The man looked down.

His previously calm expression suddenly changed.

He took off his round-framed glasses, carefully wiped them twice with the corner of his shirt, and then put them back on.

The text on the communicator did not disappear.

"Oh my god..."

The burly man immediately came over with the fried rice in his arms.

"Boss, what did you see?"

The man stared at the golden dragon pattern at the top of the notice, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times.

"I've been chosen."

A semi-transparent screen is projected onto the surface of the communicator.

[Dragon Kingdom Cross-Time and Space Strategic Joint Command]

[Confirmation Letter of Qualification for the First Batch of Cross-Dimensional Descendants in "Multiverse 2.0"]

[Invited Person: Simu]

[Personnel Batch: First Advance Sequence]

Candidate ID: A-0044

[Reviewed jointly by the Chinese military, Bureau 749, the National Extraordinary Heritage Management Center, and the production team of "Myriad Realms 2.0".]

[Your possession of relics related to the Three True Paths of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom has been confirmed, and you possess basic experience in talismans, formations, and handling anomalies in the Void Returning Realm, meeting the selection criteria for the first batch of cross-dimensional beings.]

Please complete the biometric verification within 24 hours and report to the local Dragon Soul Project Recruitment Center with any relevant personal belongings.

Failure to confirm by the deadline will be considered a voluntary waiver of eligibility.

Would you accept the draft?

【whether】

The burly man slowly put down the fried rice.

He looked at the screen, then at the memorial tablets on the altar.

"Taoist Master..."

"Your sect may not have truly been severed yet."

The man did not answer.

He looked up at the offering table.

The dim light fell on the six characters: "Changshi Wanfa Xianjun" (常世万法仙君).

The communicator's confirmation countdown has started ticking.

【23:59:58】

【23:59:57】

The man raised his finger and pressed "Yes".

hum!

Golden dragon patterns lit up inside the fried rice stall, and the scene was then covered in golden light.

Five thousand years ago.

Jinling Wuzhong.

The backyard of the Dragon King's Palace.

Zhuge Wang also withdrew his gaze from the sky, shook his head, and clicked his tongue twice.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Old Ye's future looks bleak."

The students from Class 9 sitting in the backyard did not respond.

Lin Fan leaned against the stone table, pondered for a long time, and then spoke:

"Prime Minister."

"So, what do you think we should do next?"

Zhuge Wang also looked at him.

"What? What should we do?"

"Don't pretend."

Lin Fan frowned.

"You know what I'm asking."

Zhuge Wang also stroked his chin, not answering immediately.

Lin Fan continued:

"In the original cause and effect, Ye Chen had to kill Jiang Liyu in order to fully activate the Shadow Monarch and the Slaughter System."

"Jiang Liyu's original body is trapped two thousand years in the future again."

"But now, their entire story has been exposed by the heavens."

"Ye Chen found out who his master was, and Jiang Liyu also recognized Ye Chen."

"How can we possibly thrust that sword into the Imperial Study now?"

"How did Jiang Liyu end up two thousand years in the future?"

Luo Feng frowned as he listened.

"If the preceding cause and effect are not connected, the subsequent system cannot be fully unlocked."

"What's going on between them...?"

Zhuge Wang also spread his hands.

"The file is dead."

Lin Fan smacked his lips.

"Doesn't that mean that after the Sky Canopy was exposed, Old Ye and Little Fish's potential was actually limited?"

"It would have been better if it hadn't been exposed at all."

"No, no."

Jiang Mingzi smiled and raised his hand, his fingertips changing into hand seals.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Jiang Mingzi said:

"Have you all forgotten?"

"Just now, the class monitor personally intervened and changed the futures of Ye and Jiang once."

Luo Feng's brows remained furrowed.

"Was that just a futuristic image captured by the sky?"

"What does changing the direction of a video clip have to do with this dead file?"

"What I mean is..."

Jiang Mingzi's smile deepened.

"Since the class monitor can allow Ye, who was in her second life, to enter her first life, he can also help the two people who were originally unable to meet to complete the causal loop."

"Then he might have a way to untangle this knot for you two."

The backyard was quiet for a moment.

Lin Fan stroked his chin.

"Should we ask the class monitor to help?"

"Wouldn't that diminish the class monitor's essence?"

"No."

Zhuge Wang suddenly stood up, turned around and walked towards the dormitory building.

"Since the Desolate Emperor can reflect back the history of the dead separately, it means that he has extremely high authority in this space-time."

"Rewriting the complete cause and effect of the outside world may come at a price."

"Adjusting the two people he personally rescued, and allowing a broken cause and effect to take a different path, may not necessarily require disturbing the main body outside the world."

"Speak like a human!"

Lin Fan frowned.

Zhuge Wang also raised his hand and made two gestures in front of him.

To put it simply...

"The class monitor is now essentially an administrator."

"We're asking him to fix the quest chain for two characters, not to restart the whole world."

Lin Fan watched Zhuge Wangye's retreating figure and couldn't help but sigh:

"You smart people have such good brains."

"But where are you going now?"

Zhuge Wang also stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, straightened his Taoist robe, and his expression immediately became serious.

"The class monitor possesses unparalleled cultivation, yet he willingly conceals his imperial title and disguises himself as an ordinary student in Class Nine."

"During that time, they turned the tide several times, protected our lives, changed our karma, and sheltered us from the wind and rain."

"But I am blind to its value."

"Not only did they fail to understand the class monitor's good intentions in time, they also took the class monitor's protection for granted."

Zhuge Wang also raised his hand in a bow, his tone becoming increasingly sorrowful.

"Whenever I think of this, I feel deeply ashamed, and I cannot sleep at night or eat."

Therefore, I have come to the dormitory to apologize in person.

"I will ask the class monitor for further instructions regarding the arrangements for Ye Chen and Jiang Liyu."

The words fell.

The Qimen formation plate beneath Zhuge Wangye's feet instantly unfolded.

hum-

His figure vanished from the spot.

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized what was happening and his eyes widened.

"OK!"

"What do you mean by apologizing in person?"

"That bastard has already defected!"

"Grass!"

The students from Class 9 exchanged glances.

The next second, the entire backyard was in complete chaos.

Long Aotian was the first to transform into a golden dragon and soar into the sky.

Dozens of beams of light simultaneously shot towards the faculty and staff dormitory.

"Zhuge Liang is indeed a king!"

"Stop right there!"

"Even surrendering has to be done according to the class seating order!"

"Whoever arrives last will be held responsible for the whole class's mistakes!"

In the backyard of the Dragon King's Palace, only overturned stone benches remained.

And the top floor of the dormitory building.

Zhuge Wang was already standing outside the door and rang the doorbell.

"Class monitor!"

"This humble Taoist priest has come to apologize!"