You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

Time passed quickly; two days had passed since the game "National Fortune" sent out the Chosen One.

However, there has been no news about the national fortune game for a long time.

It's been like this ever since we sent all the Chosen Ones out of that dead galaxy.

Lu Feng stared at his phone screen listlessly, which displayed a game interface.

pesticide.

"Bro! What are you doing? Can't you see we're in a raid?"

"Dude?! You should just play support then!"

Lu Feng stared at his phone, which was completely stuck on buffering...

The phone wasn't very good to begin with, and with Lu Feng's own body heat... the phone in front of him was now completely frozen, like a PowerPoint presentation.

"What a crappy phone! It can't even play a game."

Lu Feng looked at the character "Yao" in the mobile game in front of him.

Fingers frantically tapped the screen at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

His teammates' messages kept popping up in the public chat, one after another, like someone banging a gong in his ear.

"Support???"

"Did you get stuck?"

"Why are you standing there without moving???"

"Why does this Yao look like a PowerPoint presentation? Is it some kind of 0-frame assist?"

Lu Feng knew he was stuck; his phone was so hot it was practically hot enough to fry an egg.

The phone's heat dissipation couldn't keep up, and the frame rate started to drop after the third minute of a game, turning into a slideshow by the fifth minute.

Lu Feng was too lazy to explain and just wanted to finish the game quickly before logging off.

Just as he was trying to get Yao to use her second skill at a rate of one thousand times per second.

A familiar voice rang out.

[The national destiny game is about to begin. Attention all surviving chosen ones, teleportation countdown: 60 seconds]

"???"

"Why did they have to come so late, and so early..."

Lu Feng looked at Yao on the screen, who had finally managed to perch on her teammate's head...

As the countdown began, my finger froze in mid-air, and I didn't tap it again.

Lu Feng thought again, "My teammates started cursing at me three minutes into the game, so we've probably already lost. It doesn't matter whether I AFK or not."

He sent a message.

"I'm hanging up, something came up."

"You should have at least told me before you went AFK, thank you!"

Lu Feng looked at the message and thought about it.

"You're welcome."

Then I quit the game.

The phone screen went dark.

【3】

【2】

【1】

Golden light began to envelop Lu Feng's body.

Lu Feng opened his eyes.

There was a breeze, a gentle, warm breeze, carrying a scent he wasn't quite used to.

Lu Feng stood there, not far from his feet, a section of ancient stone railing weathered smooth and warm.

He raised his head.

He now stands on a wide street, with towering buildings on both sides, their eaves slightly upturned, and layers of gray-blue tiles stacked one on top of the other.

The buildings were not tall, but they were intricately detailed, with exquisite patterns carved on every pillar.

"here it is?"

He looked around; the buildings in the distance glowed with a pale gold in the morning light, and the outlines of those buildings whose names he didn't know stretched out in the sky.

In the distance, there were sounds of water, bells, people talking, and people laughing, like a city functioning normally, only the way it functioned was different from what he was used to.

"A celestial boat?"

……

Inside the Shence Mansion, Jing Yuan was sitting behind a desk, holding a scroll of documents in his hand. He stopped after turning a page.

His fingers were still resting on the edge of the paper; he didn't turn the page any further. He lifted his gaze from the document and looked out the window.

He didn't speak immediately, paused for a moment, and then put the document down.

Fu Xuan stood in front of him, holding a report that had just been presented to him. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a subtle pressure, as if the air had suddenly become heavier.

She paused, then looked up in the direction Jing Yuan was looking.

"Fu Qing."

Jing Yuan spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft.

"General!"

Fu Xuan answered a little faster than usual.

"You felt it too?"

"Yes."

Fu Xuan placed the report on the corner of the desk.

"It's the aura of an Envoy, and... it's very unfamiliar."

Jing Yuan did not respond immediately.

His gaze was still fixed on the window, in that direction, as if he were confirming something.

After a few breaths, he spoke, his tone neither nervous nor tentative.

"Since you're here, you're here. Luofu is so big, it can accommodate your presence."

Fu Xuan looked at Jing Yuan, then looked away, picked up the document again, turned to a page as if to continue reading, but his fingers remained on the edge of the page.

"Aren't you going to check it out?"

Jing Yuan smiled slightly, but the smile was faint.

"If he's going to see me, he will. If he's not going, my going to see him... might not be of any use."

He turned a page of the document.

"Besides, there are other things to attend to on Mount Luofu right now."

Fu Xuan paused.

"But, if he..."

Fu Xuan's words were interrupted by Jing Yuan.

"Fu Qing. I know, don't worry."

……

In the live stream room of the Dragon Kingdom on Blue Star, everyone was stunned the moment the camera switched over.

"Where is this?"

"It seems to be... some ancient city?"

"It feels like our ancient times."

"Did you see that ship in the sky? It flies without any propulsion?"

"I took a screenshot, and when I zoomed in, I saw that there were characters on those buildings, unlike any script we know."

Bingbing stood in front of the camera, her gaze shifting from the big screen for a moment before returning to it.

"Dear viewers, judging from the architectural style and the ships floating in the air, this appears to be a highly developed civilization that has retained its traditional features."

Liu Zhiguo pushed up his glasses, his voice a little hoarse, as if he were quickly searching through the database in his mind.

"The patterns on those buildings... I've never seen them before... They're not variations of any known ancient civilization, nor are they the futuristic styles common in science fiction; they're more like..."

He paused for a moment.

"An independently developed aesthetic system."

……

The wind from Xingchahai, carrying moist air and the distant clamor of shops, brushed across the bluish-gray stone path.

Not far away, several figures were standing beside a stone arch bridge.

A gray-haired girl was leaning over the bridge, peering into the water below, seemingly curious about everything.

Standing next to her was a pink-haired girl who was taking pictures of a starship landing in the distance, muttering something to herself.

Beside them, a bespectacled man with a composed demeanor had his brows slightly furrowed.

Opposite them, a fox-woman was waving a folding fan and talking to herself with a smile.

She was slender, and the downy hairs at the tip of her tail swayed gently in the wind.

"...So, although Lord Yukong is stern in words, he has a soft heart."

"Alright, thank you very much for showing me the way, Miss Tingyun."

"You're welcome. It's my honor to be able to help you, my benefactors."

The fox-woman "Tingyun" smiled as she closed her folding fan, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

The gray-haired girl turned her gaze away from the bridge and was curiously looking at the buildings in the distance when the pink-haired girl next to her tugged at her sleeve.

"Hey, look at that person over there, they're really weird."