At this point in the story, the rest of the story was very simple. Baiyi floated in mid-air like a deity, the pages of a golden magic tome that was pinned to his chest slowly flipping through the pages as he sent the survivors out one by one. First was the injured, then the rest.
Baiyi could have sent everyone out at once, but that would have ruined the show, right? Throughout the process, Baiyi did not forget to control the reactions of the outside world, creating a sense of tension, as if a terrifying presence was slowly approaching. Coupled with the trembling of the ground and the gradual collapse of the castle, the survivors had one last taste of life and death. They all begged Baiyi to send them out first.
The Great Sage Baldy and the Cleric Walker were the last to stay. Even after everyone had left, the two of them bowed deeply to Baiyi, expressing their gratitude. At that moment, the ceiling began to crumble.
"See you again," Baiyi said calmly. Baiyi said calmly as he escorted the last two survivors out of the room. Then, the entire space quieted down, and the collapses around him stopped. The energy outside the room disappeared as well, and Baiyi was the only one left in the room. Only the last part of the show was left.
Baiyi snapped his fingers, and the run-down basement suddenly transformed into a luxurious palace. There were giant stone pillars, neat staircases, and a throne at the top. Other than the fact that there was no one in the palace, it had everything one could wish for.
"It's not that different from what I remember, right?" Baiyi muttered under his breath as he dragged his battered body to the throne. He looked down at the empty hall and sighed. He felt a little lonely.
"That's it … That's good …" he muttered to himself. Golden light spots began to gather in his right hand from all directions, gradually condensing into the shape of a book, and the space outside began to truly collapse. This time, it was no longer an act.
The Book of Servitude was the only thing that kept the dimension alive. Now that Baiyi was about to retrieve it, the dimension lost its support, and it began to crumble under the influence of the Laws.
"All in all, it was a worthwhile trip, wasn't it?" Baiyi looked at the book in his hand, which was slowly materializing. The dimension around him was getting smaller and smaller, and he concluded calmly. After all, his script had come to a successful conclusion. There were no loopholes, and no one would notice anything amiss. All the survivors would sing his praises and see him as a true savior.
Of course, that was except for those who would write a chapter about it.
When Baiyi returned to Isythre, he chose a remote landing spot, completely opposite of the entrance. There were no other survivors around, and that was exactly what he wanted. He knew that there would be a lot of troublesome things coming his way, so he wanted as little as possible. After all, he did not have the heart to help people clean up after themselves.
Night had fallen, and the surroundings were pitch black. It was convenient for Baiyi to avoid the other survivors, so he returned to the palace in a low-key manner. The three barbarians were already waiting for him there, each of them carrying a big basket of corn in their arms. Baiyi did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Exchanging corn with a fellow villager again?" he asked.
"No, there's no one in that village anymore. We brought the corn back …" Huskar said proudly.
Baiyi was speechless. 'You've just gone through such a huge event, one that will go down in history books and change the course of history, and yet you're still in the mood to steal corn from your own people? Are you guys being careless, or are you guys out of your mind? '
"Forget it, forget it. Hurry up and get the sheep back. We need to go," Baiyi said.
"Where to?" Huskar asked.
"Home. Now that this is over, you guys can go back and tell your ancestors that I have the item, and that I will always cherish our friendship. Tell them not to worry," Baiyi said. "Anyway, I don't have time to explain. Get in the car."
"Oh, okay …" Huskar scratched his head in confusion, but he did listen to him. He whistled for the war sheep to come to him, and he quickly put on a flying backpack for the sheep before flying away with Baiyi.
When they reached a desolate wasteland, Baiyi parted ways with the barbarians. Before he left, Huskar forced a few pieces of corncobs into his mouth. The barbarians could fly to Harrogath with Cuckoo the Snow Eagle leading the way. Baiyi, on the other hand, found a small town and teleported back to Arfin City via a portal.
When he stood in front of his house, it was almost time for the little ones to take a bath and go to bed.
As soon as he stepped into the yard, the Jawflower pounced on him like a puppy, trying to make out with him. He kicked the Jawflower away, and when he entered, he saw Little Mia, who had just finished her bath.
The little fellow's hair was still wet, and she was still wearing that pure white nightgown, revealing two round and smooth shoulders. Her feet were bare, and she looked at him with some surprise. Then, she hurriedly threw herself at him and hugged him tightly.
"Aww … You're finally back, Mr. Hope!" Mia said sweetly.
'Heh, little girls are so clingy!' Baiyi patted Mia's head contentedly, and then he lifted her up and rubbed his mask against her soft cheeks.
He could tell that the flow of time in that dimension was almost the same as the outside world, so there would not be any heart-wrenching scenes like him coming home to find Mia hugging someone else's child to greet him.
"Huh? The wounds on your body … "Mia noticed the wounds on Baiyi's body, and her face paled. She thought that Baiyi had been through some kind of terrible battle.
"Don't worry about it. It's just a small injury," Baiyi said casually. He carried Mia to the sofa and put her down. At that moment, the other children noticed his return, and they all came down from upstairs. They gathered around him and asked him about his trip.
Baiyi said that it was late, and he needed to sleep, so he brushed them off with a few perfunctory words. Then, he sent them back to their rooms, leaving only him and the Archmage in the living room.
"Did everything go well?" The Archmage asked in a low voice.
Baiyi nodded. He opened his right hand, and a large black book appeared out of thin air. It looked very ordinary, like the kind of book that could be found anywhere in a second-hand book market.
"I can't believe you chose such a low-key design. It suits your style." The Archmage nodded. "Well, at least I got it back. That's good. That's good. Now, I'll hand over the last of my treasures to you."
Baiyi felt a little sad at the Archmage's words. He was just about to say something when the Archmage interrupted him, "Alright, alright. You've had your fun. It's about time for me to head back. Let's talk about the rest over there. Remember the card draw game you promised me, and get me more Saint Quartz … "
All the sadness from before was gone …
After that, the two of them returned to the underground laboratory. Baiyi withdrew his secret technique, and the militia armor that had lost its support fell to the ground. Two storage pouches fell out of it.
Baiyi picked up the pouches and saw that there were only two coppers left. He turned to the Archmage, who had just returned to the Void, and asked, "These two pouches contain more than fifty thousand gold coins. How did you spend it all in just a few days? What have you been doing? Did he gamble or play a mobile game? Or is Steam on sale again? "
"Why don't you get me a phone first?" The Archmage snapped. "You unfilial apprentice! What's wrong with using your money? You know who I am, I need to be ostentatious, and I have so many adorable children with me. Of course, my expenses are high! I'm saving the rest for the children's pocket money. Not to mention, you've earned quite a lot of money, but why doesn't Mia have much pocket money? "
The little girl's pocket money was a hundred gold coins a month, which was a hundred times more than the average child. If this was considered little, then Baiyi had no idea how much he should give her. Besides, why would he give her so much? Other than using it to buy pretty clothes and short skirts, she had no other use for money.
"Sigh … Forget it. Let's not talk about these trivial matters for now. There's something more important to do," Baiyi said, and then he sent a clip of his memories to the Archmage.
After watching Baiyi's actions, the Archmage pondered for a moment and said, "I can't believe you messed up a proper inheritance ceremony like this. Looks like I've really underestimated you. Still, it's not that bad. What about the three captives? Did you get any useful information? "
"The Warrior and the others are dealing with them. They should be back soon, right?" Baiyi said.
The Archmage continued to draw cards as he waited. Every ten-hit combo was over in a second, and there was no sign of an SSR. Just as he was beginning to suspect that Baiyi had deliberately lowered the rate of SSR drops to mess with him, the Cleric Walker sent him a message.
It turned out to be bad news. When the old cleric confirmed that Baiyi was indeed Saint Joel, the idol he worshiped on the wall, he had suffered a severe mental trauma. The old cleric had lost his mind, and all he could do was cry and laugh like a madman. It seemed like there was no hope for him to get any useful information from Baiyi.
"You piece of sh * t! You can't even do something as simple as this?! " Baiyi was furious. The old cleric was from the Church, and the Voidwalkers' biggest enemy was the Church. The Church's information network was the most important, and yet the Cleric Walker had messed it up.
"What else can I do? I'm in despair, too! " The Cleric Walker said innocently. "I even told him how to untie the knot in his heart, but he wouldn't listen. What else could I do?"
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