Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 1021 - 704: Painting?_2
At this moment, in their "sight" or "perception," it seemed as if a gigantic, translucent "scroll" phantom appeared, covering part of the sky!
On the scroll, thick smoke, a gloomy sky, distant shadows, the scars on the earth, ruined walls...
Every detail is astonishingly similar to the reality they are in, as if it were a reflection of the real world or a script already written.
And at the core of the scroll, the most captivating is still that human figure, upright and steadfast, stepping out from behind the ruins with its back to all the spectators.
This figure is merely a silent silhouette or backside in the scroll, yet when it appeared in this desperate reality, it seemed to carry a kind of indescribable, frozen "power."
The tumultuous spiritual energy surged seemed to pause, the screech of the Bug Race, the roar of the Beastman, the murmurs of the Demon, seemed all momentarily muted or lowered by this suddenly appeared "scroll" phantom.
"What... what is that?!" Someone pointed at the phantom in the sky, exclaiming.
"A painting? A picture? How could it..."
"The scene in the painting... is just like here..."
Confusion, shock, bewilderment replaced pure despair, rising within countless hearts.
And at this moment, the figure that had always turned its back in the scroll, moved.
He seemed to sense the myriad gazes projecting from outside the scroll, mixed with despair, pleading, confusion.
His steps did not halt, still stepping forward resolutely, but his upper body turned around slowly, with a calm and clear posture.
The side face first, with a firm outline.
Then, the complete front.
As that face fully revealed in the scroll phantom, and through this mystical resonance, appeared to all survivors at Ming Pearl Port instantly—
Time, seemed to truly stop.
In the old city, Morphie suddenly widened his eyes, the battle knife with a curled blade clattered to the ground from his hand, yet he was completely unaware, just stared fixedly at the phantom in the sky, lips trembling, unable to utter any sound.
That face... the face he knew so well, revered like a deity, yet wished day and night to replace!
Within the Spiritual Ability Guild tower, Kiro Lan's hands maintaining the barrier fell weakly, she raised her head blankly, gazing at the nearing back-turning figure in the scroll phantom, her pale face suddenly lost all color, then replaced by a kind of disbelief, mixed with tremendous delight, endless comfort, and deeper shock, flushed red.
Tears, unexpectedly poured out, blurring her vision, but she still stared at that face intently.
Master... it's Bai E!
In the council command center, the speaker suddenly sprang from the slumped chair, knocking over the table before him unawares.
Ethan and other officials opened their mouths wide, as if witnessing the world's most incredible miracle.
That face... although young, although seems unchanged since it left in legends, but contained within it the kind of unique temperament that has gone through vicissitudes, seen through illusion yet resolute as before, and... those very same features as in the legends!
It's him! It's truly him!
The Bai E, only existent in legends and fragmented communications, believed to have long perished!
He unexpectedly... appeared in a painting predicting the current disaster?
Moreover, at this moment, the painting... became alive?
At the port area, battling soldiers and surviving citizens saw it too, some recognized the face depicted in old posters or tales, expressing doubtful cries.
Even those slow-witted Beastmen seemed to sense some unusual aura, their offensive slowed, some blankly raising their heads to the sky.
On the sea surface, the mass of coagulating darkness also fluctuated, emitting a deeper, angry, and wary silent screech.
Under all focused gazes, Bai E in the scroll phantom, seemed to not only turn around within the "painting."
His gaze pierced through the boundary of scroll and reality, calmly and profoundly sweeping over the crying, burning, collapsing city below, every face, whether familiar or unfamiliar.
His eyes lacked the tension of first arriving at the battlefield, lacked panic facing desperation, only a calmness after perceiving everything, and a relief of "what is meant to come has finally arrived."
As if the apocalyptic scene before him, terrifying enough to shatter anyone's heart, to him, is merely... a scroll long foreseen, destined to be altered by him.
Following this, a more shocking, completely overthrowing the understanding of reality moment occurred!
The figure existing in the illusory scroll, unexpectedly... stepped forward!
This step was not a continuation of the scene in the painting, but... stepped out from the "painting," into "reality!"
As he stepped, the scroll phantom rippled violently like a stone disturbing the calm water surface.
His figure, in this ripple, separated from the two-dimensional "painting," from virtual into reality, carrying an indescribable, as if traversed endless time and space, faint ripple, clear and actual, appearing mid-air outside the Spiritual Ability Guild tower at Ming Pearl Port!
Not an illusion, not a projection.
But truly tangible, flesh and blood, or you could say, an existence with overwhelming spiritual energy, as solid as reality!
He still wore that simple, seemingly unchanged dark combat attire, figure upright, black hair slightly fluttered in the tumultuous airflow caused by various explosions and spiritual energy chaos.
On him, there was no dazzling light, no deliberate oppressive aura, yet merely standing there, as if became the absolute center of the whole chaotic, hopeless battlefield, a kind of invisible, reassuring sense of "Order," began to quietly spread with his appearance. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
The battlefield, momentarily frozen due to the scroll's appearance, now fell into a deathly silence.
The screech of the Bug Race ceased.
The roar of the Beastman quieted.
The frenzied scream of the out-of-control Spiritual Ability Users eerily lowered too.
Even the squirming darkness on the sea surface seemed to become cautious and slow.
All beings still possessing rationality, whether human, Bug Race, Beastman, or that high-dimensional dark existence, turned their "gazes" to that suddenly appeared figure, supposed to be far in the Star River.
Kiro Lan, through the shattered tower window, gazed at the air, that familiar to the bone figure from behind, tears gushed like a breached dam, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift, that's the ultimate joy of surviving despair, faith rekindled.
Using up her last ounce of strength, she spoke to the equally dumbfounded, post-disaster purified squad members beside her, with a hoarse but incredibly firm voice: "Look... it's Master... he's back..."
Morphie, in the ruins of the old city, clenched his fists tightly, nails deeply dug into the palms, yet feeling no pain.
He looked at the figure in the air, chest heaving violently, all fatigue, failures, unwillingness, transformed at this moment into boiling hot blood and almost throat ripping shout.
He wanted to shout aloud but found himself too excited to utter a sound.
The Speaker and Ethan, among others, utterly petrified, their brains unable to process this information beyond their understanding—
Prophetic painting? Person stepping out of the painting?
Bai E, presumed missing or even dead, returns in such a manner?
This... is this truly a miracle, or some higher power they cannot comprehend?
Bai E hovered in mid-air, gently lowered his head, his gaze first landing within the tower window below, on the pale face, tear-streaked but with a radiant smiling girl.
His gaze softened for a fleeting moment, nodding subtly.
Then, his sight swept over the ravaged city below, those horror-stricken yet due to his appearance reignited with hope citizens, swept over the direction in the distant old city where Morphie stood.
Finally, his gaze fixed on the southeast sea surface, the ceaselessly surging, emitting a nauseatingly evil aura darkness...
