Chapter 46 (Terminus of Dawn and Dusk, Part 2): Is It Uncertain?

November 2031, Rocket City, Bright Nation

Michael Max is universally recognized as the world's most imaginative frontier technology leader, his innovations dazzling across a myriad of fields. At first glance, his pursuits seem unanchored, the various projects lacking an organic unity. Besides the well-known Icebay Space Technologies, Nikola Electric Vehicles, and Star Array Satellite Communications, Michael sighed, then continued to operate the Scale-Dropping device, repeating over and over the instant deployment, retrieval, and redeployment.

At least, for now, as he comprehends the present, he truly cannot imagine what might unfold at this very moment. Mo Zining stood atop his Mo Disk, smiling as he gazed down upon the entire Sealed Sea from the heavens above.

The capital city of Eastern Heng lies over a thousand kilometers from the Ghost City of Koran. Traveling day and night, they arrived by dusk on the fifth day at the town nearest to Koran Ghost City.

Mu Ruchu took no offense; the corners of her lips curved faintly, having decided that once he finished speaking, she certainly would not leave. Those sacred medicines were by no means easy to find—if they were, it wouldn’t have taken so many years to discover a single one.

“No,” Jin Guangyan’s face darkened again. She actually wanted to be someone else’s assistant?

After speaking, a trace of yearning flickered in Tian Shu’s eyes as he lifted his head toward the direction of the sinkhole.

Qing Rang sat to one side, not disturbing their discussion of business. The Prefect of Yanling, a man of discernment, kept his words brief, allowing the reunited pair more time together. As he left, the guards promptly delivered their meal into the tent.

In truth, whenever the time came, the Long Gate would step forward in this era to accomplish those things that could bring them the greatest change.

Ling Dongwu could hardly speak; her heart pounded violently, each beat crashing painfully against her chest, making it impossible even to breathe. Beads of cold sweat welled on her forehead. She bit her lip, her face ashen.

They were still a step too late. By the time they reacted, the once magnificent ten-zhang gate had already exploded in an instant, disintegrating into countless fragments that vanished before the thunderous storm.

This was a brutal battle. From the midnight raid in the Year of the Dragon until night fell the next day, Zheng Lun, outnumbered, crushed Helan Yuan’s army. Helan Yuan was slain on the spot, most of the Xian clan perished, and the remaining battered soldiers fled north.

Xuan Ran, with Xiao Yingyue’s hand in his, smiled as they strode onto the platform. “Let the contest begin,” the emperor commanded after taking his seat with Xiao Yingyue.

Li Xiao nodded, saying nothing more. He let the past rest where it belonged; all he could do was march forward with Emperor Xiong, singing boldly, seeking life through death.

Lu Xiao had searched the mountain ravine for his curved saber several times but never found it. Though he never spoke of it, Chen Nian guessed the saber must be precious to him, not merely a weapon. Ultimately, it was her fault he lost the saber, and Chen Nian felt deeply guilty.

It was only now that he realized—ever since Rose had been with him, she had been continually hurt, falling ill again and again, always suffering.

Countless black arrow feathers rained from the sky; in the blink of an eye, fewer than a thousand troops remained behind Leiyu.

Ling Dongwu’s defiance from the night before had vanished. Her clothes torn, she could hardly run naked, so she had no choice but to don the intricate layers of dress.

Two of the youngest-looking faces had carefully tidied themselves, blending in with the crowd as they slipped into the school.

Out of forty-five granaries, half were affected; more than ten had completely collapsed. Together with the Left Guard of Tianjin, Cheng Qing and his men managed to rescue over twenty-five thousand shi of grain.