Central City.
A vast world tree stands here, with thousands of dazzling crystal branches hanging down, like a huge glittering work of art.
This is half of the World Tree Seed left by Ijulaire. After overcoming the crisis, she gave half of the World Tree Seed to Zhai Xing to help Zhai Xing breed nutrients. However, the World Tree here cannot dominate. It is just a nutrient tree and a decoration, and must be controlled by the World Master.
Under the World Tree, there stood a young man with blue hair and a shawl. He had a handsome face and a bohemian smile. The crystal earrings on his ears reflected the light, and there was a layer of dark purple mist surrounding him.
Several children surrounded him:
"Brother Wuyi! Can you show us the cool fog of death?"
"Brother Wuyi! I heard that you were an eyewitness to the century disaster. Can you tell us about those terrible scenes?"
The blue-haired young man raised his index finger and shook his head with a smile:
"Brother Wuyi has to hold a meeting. Please wait for a while."
Back then, when the four high-dimensional powers were in a three-way confrontation, Wuyi and the Ninth Seat had always kept a low profile. They had originally thought that they would wait in the wings, but they had not expected that the Eighth Seat would be gone in a flash, and the Seventh Seat and the Lord of the End of All Things were also kicked away by Su Mingan. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Ninth Seat suggested that Wuyi stay in Zhaixing, perhaps there was still a chance.
Wu Yi actually didn't care about any opportunities. He didn't care about anything. He had already completed his sister's revenge. He had no desires, no love or hate. He stayed and became a street urchin, doing nothing all day with the ninth seat.
He had no ambition at all and thus made it to a high-level position, but he knew that he had no chance of getting the ninth seat anymore. After all, this was a world created by others.
Wu Yi walked into the conference room. Deputy Realm Lord Su Mianbao, "Emperor of the Sea" Lu, "Psychologist" Yi Song, "Angel of Dawn" Lin Yin, "Angel of Holy Judgement" Anthony, "Lord of Illusion" Ward... were all here.
These big shots, who could shake the world with just a stomp of their feet in the outside world, all sat here quietly.
"Realm Master... is really awake?" Wu Yi smiled.
Before he could finish his words, he saw a man walking up to him.
Suddenly, all doubts no longer needed to be stated.
The classroom suddenly became quiet.
The man had loose black hair, and was wearing a simple white gown and black trousers. He was holding a black long-handled umbrella, and was as clean as a piece of white paper. The room light dotted his bony hands, and there were some traces of lines on the back of his hands.
He walked in the light, as if he was the light itself.
Everyone lowered their eyes slightly, and then slowly raised them.
A black cat landed on his shoulder and licked its furry paws.
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