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

The comments section paused for a moment.

This time, no one urged them or asked any questions.

Because nobody can understand it.

Why did Ai Kun suddenly disappear when the Desolate Emperor questioned the warriors who fought to the death?

At the time, audiences around the world were eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

As a global live broadcast, viewership should have been paramount.

Cutting off the screen when the audience's emotions are at their peak is tantamount to pushing the hype into an abyss.

No streamer would do something like that if they had any brains.

Cute Kun has just disappeared.

And it disappeared without any warning.

On the screen, countless viewers stared at Ai Kun's pale face and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Aikun remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.

"Everyone... should have heard of Bureau 749, right?"

The words fell.

The live chat froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a few scattered messages appeared.

[749 Bureau? It really... actually exists?]

[That 749 Anomaly Containment Investigation and Research Bureau? Really? Isn't it just something rumored out of thin air?]

[Host... What's wrong with Bureau 749? They've come knocking on our door?]

Aikun nodded.

This time, his face no longer held that usual playful smile.

"right."

"The director of Bureau 749 came to see me in person."

"The anchor was invited over for tea just now."

The chat went silent for a moment.

Countless viewers felt their scalps tingle.

They vaguely sensed that what was about to be revealed might become the first crack in the new era.

And now, everyone watching this live stream will become a witness!

"So...what do they want from you, streamer?"

Finally, an audience member asked this question.

Aikun did not answer immediately.

His fingers hovered over the holographic keyboard, hesitant to touch it.

Half a second later.

He opened the background file, and in the upper right corner of the file, there was a line of small red text.

[Bureau 749 Top Secret Files]

Aikun looked at the line of text, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Before the host answers, please watch a video first."

"This video was recently provided by Chen Ping, Director of the 749 Bureau."

His voice was lowered slightly.

"The person appearing in the video is very likely the legendary figure we revealed in the first episode—"

"Dragon King".

"Long Aotian!"

The moment Ai Kun finished speaking.

Both contemporary and future audiences alike were given goosebumps.

The same thought exploded in their minds at the same time.

Five thousand years?!

"The Dragon King has lived for five thousand years?!"

"He...is not dead!!"

Jinling Wuzhong.

Yan Cong held his phone tremblingly; the chat window on the screen was still lit up.

Long Aotian had just replied.

Oh, even passing dogs get smacked? Does that mean when I get back, the class monitor will dare to slap me across the face?

Yan Cong's reply was also posted below.

[That's hard to say; he might tear your mouth apart before you even have a chance to laugh!]

Yan Cong stared blankly at the two lines of text.

next second.

"Aww!"

He yelled and shoved the phone directly into Ye Chen's face.

"Splat!"

The phone slipped from its hand.

Ye Chen's gloomy face was revealed.

He slowly raised his head, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Yan Cong..."

"You little bastard, you really want to die today, don't you?"

Yan Cong awkwardly laughed and took half a step back.

"Haha... Old Ye, Old Ye, you know I'm a coward, I'm afraid of ghosts and pain."

"Isn't it because I suddenly heard that the old dragon hasn't died for five thousand years?"

"What if he turns into a zombie and bites me? That would be so creepy and painful!"

Ye Chen took a deep breath.

He ultimately did not continue to argue with Yan Cong.

Because this guy wasn't completely lying this time.

In the known martial arts system today, the Land Immortal Realm is the apparent pinnacle.

However, the lifespan limit for terrestrial immortals is only about a thousand years.

Even if one uses all the rarest and most precious materials and employs all the secret methods to prolong life, this limit will not exceed 1,296 years.

This number is an ironclad rule built up by various powerful forces using the days of countless powerful individuals who died.

Records from ancient times to the present.

Without exception.

The later-era anchors on the screen said that their deputy class leader, Long Aotian, had apparently crossed this line.

From the present world.

They lived to live in the world five thousand years in the future!

What exactly happened in all of this?

"drop!"

Above the sky.

Ai Kun silently opened the video, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Instead, a violently shaking video of the scene was shown.

The screen is dark.

The noise was jarring.

In the distance, a black beam of light pierced through the sky, as if it were about to tear the entire sky apart.

"Report! Report!"

A young and hurried voice came from the screen.

"I am Tang Lin, the leader of Team Three, Bureau 749!"

"I have entered the mythical-level Ruins of Demise—the Abyss of Fallen Gods!"

"Repeat it!"

"I have entered the mythical-level Ruins of Demise—the Abyss of Fallen Gods!!"

Tang Lin was breathing heavily.

The camera shook several times before finally managing to focus on the front.

The image appears to be corroded by some force, with fine, snow-like noise.

Immediately afterwards, a desolate wasteland appeared in the blurry image.

It was a vast, endless expanse of gray-black land.

The wind blows from the depths of the wilderness, yet not a sound can be heard as it passes.

Because there is no grass here.

There are no trees.

There were no living creatures there either.

On the ground, there were scattered broken bricks and tiles, broken stone pillars, and weapons that had been corroded and turned black.

Every few steps, you can see a corpse half-buried in the dust.

The corpses were in various positions.

Some maintained their charging stance.

Some were curled up on the ground, as if they were trying to grab onto something before they died.

Some of the skeletons still had rotten black uniforms hanging on them.

The golden dragon on his chest had long since faded.

Even after five thousand years, the audience can still recognize it.

That's the symbol of the Dragon King's Palace.

Other skeletons were draped in hooded robes.

On the back of the robe, there is an angel with its wings folded.

However, the angel was already soaked in dark red blood.

The wings looked as if they were stuck to the fabric with blood, and the once sacred pattern now only had an indescribable chill.

Tang Lin's camera panned across the scene bit by bit.

No one spoke.

No one in the live stream dared to send any comments.

As they gazed upon the desolate wasteland, it was as if they were witnessing a war remnant buried for five thousand years, being slowly dragged out of the dust.

suddenly.

Tang Lin's camera slowly rose.

The next second, everyone's pupils contracted simultaneously.

A palace was suspended in the sky.

A cluster of palaces hanging upside down!

Beneath the gray sky, dilapidated Western palaces stood one after another.

The entire structure was in a state of disarray: the spire was pointing downwards, the columns were broken, and the dome was shattered.

Those buildings looked as if they had been forcibly uprooted from the earth by some force and then nailed upside down into the sky.

They hung there quietly.

Silent and dilapidated, yet it carries a sense of oppression that transcends time.

The perspective zooms in further...