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Home > Fantasy > The Path Toward Heaven > Chapter 938

Chapter 938

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The ascendants thought that Jing Jiu was dead.

In the next moment, the heaven and earth in various places in the universe had suddenly changed.

The lake surrounded by the snowy mountains was no longer quiet, and its color had grown much darker.

The Leviathan rose up at an unimaginably high speed, creating huge waves.

Boom!!! The huge bubble that looked like a zero was broken.

The huge Leviathan leapt out of the water and flew toward the setting sun in the sky above the snowy mountains with a pair of wings.

Cao Yuan didn't move an inch even though he was hit by the lake water, like a Buddha guarding the dike.

Looking at the giant bird flying into the sky, a warm smile appeared on his face.





In the distance was the famous planetary-level factory of the Scorpion Nebula, emitting red flames that illuminated the whole galaxy. It was even more eye-catching than a real star, and resembled the hellish scene in the religious oil paintings.

The Joyous Monk stood barefoot on the Grand Nirvana in the dark and cold universe. The distant flames illuminated his handsome face, and the flow of the particles caused his monk robe to heat up.

Looking at the burning planet, the young monk displayed a bewildered expression.

The red numbers on the melting mineral planet had suddenly dispersed; what did it mean?





There were three hundred light screens in the spacious and large command room of the battleship, representing three hundred small battleships.

Sitting in the large black command chair, Chen Ya looked at the images on the light screens expressionlessly. Sensing that the countdown that had lasted for dozens of days had ended, he clenched his right hand reflexively.

According to the calculation of the Grandmaster of Aoyama and that person, today should be the day that Jing Jiu woke up or died; but why hadn't anything happened?





The seawater washed the sandy beach incessantly, changing its color.

The sun had already sunk into the ocean, replaced by the gentle and beautiful full moon.

The monkeys in the forest started shouting cheerfully instead of fearfully. They climbed down the trees bravely and came to the sandy beach. They picked up the coconut shells and threw them into the ocean. They wanted to teach their opponents a lesson when the sun was not up.

The words formed by the coconut shells on the sandy beach were gone.

"He didn't wake up," the Grandmaster of Aoyama said as he opened his eyes slowly, looking at the universe.

Zhuo Rusui asked while scratching his head, "What has happened?"

Normally, if something that was destined to happen didn't happen, it must be a certain force that changed the inertia of everything in the universe.

How powerful was the power that could resist the impact of the Inherited Heaven Sword and the entire human civilization?

"He's with Snow Girl."

The Grand Master of Aoyama pulled his severely shrunken legs out from the sand, and walked into the cave with the help of Zhuo Rusui.





The sun also set over the grassland.

The flock of sheep returned to the sheepfold. Naturally, there was no more information, and no numbers could be seen.

Zhao Layue's gaze left the grassland and went all the way north. Her gaze fell on the hot spring in the mountains and she suddenly raised her eyebrows.

Ran Handong and Jiang Yuxia had been paying close attention to her. Sensing the change in her energy, they knew that Jing Jiu should be fine. They felt relieved and sat down on the chair with their legs feeling weak.

Zong Lizi stood up and looked at Zhao Layue at the edge of the cliff, asking in a trembling voice, "Is he alright?"

Ada was woken up by her sudden movement. He felt quite annoyed, wondering how that guy could be alright and what they had been worrying about lately.

Looking at the young woman in the bathrobe by the hot spring, Zhao Layue said expressionlessly, "She didn't even calculate where the Emperor was; so she is fine."

Ran Handong was bewildered, wondering why Jing Jiu called him the Emperor when he hadn't been the emperor in Zhaoge City.

She didn't think that Zhao Layue was referring to someone else, because she couldn't think of anyone else who could make her show her respect except for Jing Jiu.

Zong Lizi was the source of the story, so she knew more about it. "Are you talking about the Queen Snow Girl?" she asked in surprise.

Zhao Layue didn't turn her head around, as she pressed, "When did the Queen become the Queen?"

Ran Handong realized who the Emperor was by now. She couldn't help but say with a smile, "Many readers on the forum call her the Queen Snow Girl."

"She is the Queen Snow Girl; who is qualified to be the emperor?" Zhao Layue retorted.

Ran Handong and Jiang Yuxia eyed each other, thinking what she said was true.

Even if they had the answer, they couldn't tell her.





The steam from the hot spring warmed the young woman's eyes and brows, wetting the flowery bathrobe.

She held up the ceramic cup, smelling the aroma of the strong liquor and sensing the cool sensation by her lips; but she didn't drink the liquor.

This was a cup of celebratory liquor.

Jing Jiu wasn't awake or dead, and she hadn't fulfilled the last wish of god, so she couldn't drink it.

She put the ceramic cup back on the wooden plate slowly and pushed it with her fingertip. The wooden plate drifted toward the hot spring, disappearing into the milky fog.

Since what was supposed to happen didn't happen, something else must have happened.

She was truly curious about it. Unfortunately, she couldn't maintain her curiosity for a long time due to her ability to calculate and collect information. Soon, she understood what had happened.

It seemed that the Snow Girl was different from what people had imagined. She didn't go to the Sea of Dark Matter and stayed in the human society with Jing Jiu.

The Great Compassion Monk was a stubborn person, so he couldn't have thought of this.

Thinking of this, the young woman felt it was quite interesting. She reached out her hand to bring out the star map, in an attempt to find out where the handsome young monk was at the moment. However, she suddenly found something wrong with the star map, raising her eyebrows slightly.





Though there were many planets in the universe that were not included in the astronomical numbers of the Federation of the Milky Way, it didn't mean that there were no inhabitants on them, like the Buddhist land of the Great Compassion Monk and the Gentlemen State ruled by the descendants of Ceng Ju.

Some planets looked desolate, devoid of atmosphere, green trees, traces of human activities, or even signs of life; but it didn't mean that there was nothing on them.

There was such a planet in a distant region with the Main Planet of the Federation of the Milky Way as the middle line and the Haiyin Nebula.

The surface of the planet was covered with fine sand and gravel, and it was exceedingly cold. However, there was a large space with a constant temperature in the deep part of the planet, separated by a super alloy as thick as ten centimeters. In the meantime, there were many signal channels that were the most abundant and difficult to be disturbed by the cosmic rays, receiving the signals from all over the Federation of the Milky Way and sending them back.

Normally, with so many signal channels, it was impossible for this planet to become invisible in the universe, but few people in the Federation of the Milky Way knew about its existence until now.

The central computer of the Federation of the Milky Way was placed here.

The green mechanical characters were dropping down on the huge virtual light screen, looking like a waterfall.

The alarm kept ringing in the vast underground space. The sound was not ear-piercing, but it sounded as deep and deep as the ringing of a bell.

There were no workers here. The alarm was not meant for the humans, but for the young girl. … …

An explosion had taken place on the planetary industrial base outside the seventh warped hole of the Scorpion Tail Nebula a few days ago, and a new space crack was forming.

Some cocoon breakers were leading a small fleet to do the melting work there.

The melting work had failed a moment ago, because a violent explosion had taken place on the planetary industrial base. The space crack took shape in three microseconds and expanded to three hundred and ninety-three meters in seven seconds.

This was the largest space crack the humans had seen since the Stargate Base was attacked by the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter a few decades ago.

More terrifyingly, the other side of this space crack was not the surface of the Sea of Dark Matter, but the bottom of the ocean.

… …

… …

The Scorpion Tail Nebula was neither the political center nor the economic center of the Federation of the Milky Way, nor the center of belief, but it was the transportation center and the center of heavy industry.

In the vast universe and the boundless space, there was a transportation center because there happened to be many entrances and exits of the warped passages in this part of the galaxy.

It was for this reason that the Federation of the Milky Way began to develop this part of the Milky Way deeply, building planetary-level mines and industrial bases. Even from a long distance, the fireballs bound by the gravitational field and the raw liquid ores that were gradually layered from the inside out could be seen. As a result, there was a famous proverb that illuminated the dark scorpion tail not only by the light of the permanent star, but also by the tinder of the human civilization.

Pah!!! The dark blue flame was extinguished. Hua Xi walked into the living room with the pot in her hand. She pinched her slightly cold earlobe with her scalded hand, but found it was too slow. As such, she grabbed Cold Cicada and rubbed it.

She lifted the lid of the pot and scooped the pumpkin porridge into a bowl. "Are the eggs ready?" she yelled at the kitchen.

Jing Jiu walked in with an egg in his hand, water dripping down from his hand.

Cold Cicada jumped onto the egg and danced twice. The boiled egg that had just come out of the pot had cooled down to a suitable temperature, and the shell of the egg had become easier to peel off.

After eating the eggs with the pumpkin porridge, Hua Xi went to wash the bowls. Jing Jiu sat by the window and resumed playing the piano. The snowflakes were drifting in the air outside the window, and the sunlight shone down. His face was not as breathtaking as before, but it was still a beautiful scene.

The whole universe thought that Jing Jiu would wake up and die that day; but he was unaware of it and lived his life as usual.

The Snow Girl was the only one who knew what the morning sunlight meant that day; she felt very proud of it.

The representative of god and Aoyama were both qualified to be her opponents; but she had won this round at least for the time being.

Her life had changed a bit after all. For some reason, the interest classes in the Administrative Service Center had all been suspended. It seemed that the Mistress Eve was quite busy as well. She hung up the phone in a hurry after telling them to wait for the notification from the government.

The problem was that the TV screen that Cold Cicada had picked up from the garbage heap had never been turned on in this house. Jing Jiu and Hua Xi didn't see the information being broadcasted on the TV screen, so they had no idea that the government had issued a level four warning, asking all the residents to stay at home and not to go out without permission, and to get ready to evacuate in an orderly manner.

Jing Jiu stayed at home, playing the zither, playing chess, and drawing.

The Snow Girl didn't read a book, looking at the outside of the window; it was unclear what she was thinking.

Standing by the window in the next room, Hua Xi said softly while biting a flower in her mouth, "I have a feeling that something will happen today, but I don't know what it is."

It seemed that she had forgotten that she had told Cold Cicada the other day that she was a little girl abducted by Jing Jiu. She continued looking at the outside of the window in a daze while supporting her small face with her hands.

Cold Cicada crouched on the windowsill, thinking that there was nothing to see outside the window, because the scenery here was far inferior to that in Aoyama.

The scenery outside the window was indeed ordinary.

There were courtyard walls, birch trees, and a few other residential buildings not far away.

There were also sunlight and light snow.

But if one looked far enough, they would see the old walls full of scratches and the basketball court that had suddenly become deserted.

A bit further away, they would see an old-fashioned cold pagoda.

A bit further away, they would see the white clouds that were much cleaner than before.

Behind the clouds was the space.

It was the universe.





On the same night.

An explosion took place in the universe.

For the universe, this explosion was not worth mentioning, but it was very important for the human society. The central computer sent out an alarm of the highest level, making the young woman in the bathrobe by the hot spring furrow her eyebrows.

When the explosion took place, 720 had already finished its dinner. The Snow Girl snapped her fingers, and the lights in the various buildings illuminated the birch trees and the neighboring residential buildings. Jing Jiu was playing the piano by the window. His long fingers suddenly stopped playing, and he turned his head to look at the outside of the window, saying, "It's so bright."

The explosion in the distant galaxy looked like a firework blossoming in the night sky; it was quite beautiful.

Jing Jiu closed the lid of the piano, picked up a pen and paper, and began to draw. He wanted to draw the firework he saw.

But the lines under his pen were still too stiff. It looked like a color picture had been remade into a black-and-white photo, and there was really no artistic feeling.

He looked at it with the help of the starlight outside the window, and was not very satisfied. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a man named He Zhan who was very good at drawing.

He turned to look at the Snow Girl, wanting to ask her if she knew this man, and found that the Snow Girl was also looking at the location of the explosion outside the window.

"Do you also think … the explosion … is beautiful?"

The Snow Girl thought that it was just some lines formed by the splashing of molten metal liquid. What was so beautiful about it?

Hua Xi finished washing the dishes and listened to Jing Jiu's conversation. She walked to the window and looked out, but found that the night sky was as calm as usual, and there was no explosion.

The big explosion that took place in the Scorpion Industrial Zone was indeed powerful, but it was still far less than a supernova explosion. It was not even qualified to be compared, and it was difficult to be observed by the naked eye. More importantly, the industrial zone was at least a few dozen light years away from this planet. It would take at least a few decades for the people on this planet to see the fireball formed by the explosion.

However, Jing Jiu and the Snow Girl did not know why they were able to see it after the explosion.

An alarm suddenly sounded in the neighborhood, and then the TV screen that had not been turned on for a long time automatically lit up, and began to play the government's emergency notice.

Jing Jiu did not care about this, and continued to look at the starry sky outside the window with the Snow Girl, the pencil in his hand continuing to slowly scribble on the paper.

Hua Xi turned to look at the TV screen and saw the announcer reading the notice. She also saw the scene of the emergency meeting on the small screen, and with some surprise, saw Miss Eve in the corner of the meeting room.





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