As Mysterious Visitors continued to appear, the entire world seemed shrouded in a veil of mystery. Every corner was filled with unknowns and speculation, placing everyone inside a giant, enigmatic labyrinth where every step could lead to a different destiny. While continuing their reconstruction work, Yan Xiao and his companions were also striving to uncover the true identities of these Mysterious Visitors. They knew all too well that beneath this seemingly calm surface lay a potential crisis capable of subverting the world—a crisis akin to a volcano slumbering underground, ready to erupt at any moment and drag the world once again into endless darkness.
Yan Xiao tracked the direction in which the mysterious figure had previously vanished. His pace was firm and swift, each footstep sounding like the beating drum of fate. The Golden Spear in his hand emitted a faint Yaoyang Sacred Glory. Though weak, this light served as a beacon in the misty environment, illuminating the path ahead for him like a firefly guiding adventurers through a dark cave. He traversed patch after patch of ruins—skeletons left behind by ancient civilizations, steeped in the vicissitudes of time—and crossed ravines filled with mysterious fog that seemed to conceal countless secrets. Sharp as a cheetah tracking its prey, he missed not a single clue. The scenery along the way flashed past his eyes like a revolving lantern, yet he remained entirely unfocused on distractions. He knew that this tracking might…
Chapter 139