Chapter 1357
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Great Wall of Daxia.
The Kunlun Mirror broke through the misty fog, silently approaching Daxia. Through the haze, the silhouette of the Miracle Wall could vaguely be seen on the distant horizon.
“Finally going home.” Baili Pangpang stretched lazily.
Lin Qiye, his ears wrapped in white cloth, also let out a long sigh of relief when he saw Daxia in the distance. A tide of fatigue washed over him, and the tightly wound nerve finally relaxed.
From [Utopia] to the Proxy meeting, to [The King’s Treasury], and then to Asgard afterward… Lin Qiye had been rushing through the mist for too long. The sense of crisis between life and death constantly loomed over his heart, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted. He hadn’t felt it before, but the closer they got to Daxia, the stronger this feeling became.
Seeing the Daxia border in the distance, Lin Qiye felt an unprecedented sense of security.
“Someone is approaching,” said the Queen Mother of the West standing in the center of the Kunlun Mirror. Her eyes narrowed as she suddenly turned to look in a certain direction, divine power beginning to surge within her body.
Not just her, but Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Zhou Ping also looked toward the distance, ready to act at any moment.
Lin Qiye’s heart skipped a beat.
Surely nothing unexpected would happen when they were already at Daxia’s doorstep?
Lin Qiye and the others followed their gaze and saw a petite figure floating in the air outside Daxia’s border, seemingly hesitating and wandering.
“Looks like a Norse god, one that slipped through the net?” Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel, his voice gradually turning cold.
“Wait!” Lin Qiye recognized the figure’s face and suddenly spoke up,
“I… know… her…”
As Lin Qiye’s muffled voice sounded, the many Daxia gods who were about to rush out stopped in their tracks.
In the distance, Skadi also noticed their approach. When her gaze fell on Lin Qiye among the crowd, her reddened eyes once again welled up with tears…
“Lin Qiye!” Skadi propelled herself forward, rushing quickly toward Lin Qiye.
“Skadi, why are you here?”
Skadi chokingly explained the cause and effect of everything, but Lin Qiye couldn’t hear clearly. Only with the Queen Mother of the West directly transmitting the message to his mind did he understand Skadi’s meaning.
“That’s good… come back to Daxia with us.” Lin Qiye looked at the now sobbing Skadi, his expression somewhat complicated.
The sacrifice of Verdandi and Urd had secured the continuation of the “future,” which might be a good thing for the now-extinct Norse mythology…
Of course, this also meant that Jialan could be saved.
Nearby, Cao Yuan sighed as he watched the gradually approaching Daxia border.
“Old Cao, what’s wrong?” Baili Pangpang asked, puzzled.
“We’re about to return to Daxia, but we still haven’t found the [Ark].” Cao Yuan shook his head. “With something unfinished, it feels like something’s missing…”
“Old Cao, don’t tell me you have OCD?” Baili Pangpang clicked his tongue. “The [Ark] disappeared in Heaven, even if we wanted to find it, we wouldn’t know where to look… Maybe Michael has already found the [Ark] and is preparing to bring it back to Daxia?”
Just as the two were conversing, a voice suddenly came from beside them.
“[Ark]? Heaven?” Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, then lightly tapped his sword case. A small square box fell into his palm.
“Earlier, when passing through a sea area, I somehow entered an abandoned divine country, which should be the Heaven you mentioned, and found this thing there… Take a look, is this what you’ve been looking for?”
Seeing this box, Baili Pangpang and the others couldn’t help but gape…
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Daxia.
Cangnan City.
The setting sun cast a pale golden light on the Peace Affairs Office sign. The bustling street was filled with people hurrying home.
“Ding dong—Welcome!”
The crisp electronic sound startled Su Zhe, who had been dozing off behind the counter.
“Um, we’re closed. Please come back tomorrow if you need anything,” Su Zhe said while yawning.
He glanced at the door and suddenly froze.
A fierce gray dog stood at the glass door, making low growling sounds that seemed extremely aggressive.
Behind the fierce dog, a black-haired girl entered through the door in the pale golden sunset. Her gaze swept across the shop, her eyes revealing memories and faint sadness.
“Wait, you look familiar…” Su Zhe carefully examined the girl’s face, scratching his head vigorously, feeling he had seen her somewhere before.
The girl scanned the surroundings, her gaze falling on Su Zhe. After a moment of silence, she asked:
“Who is the captain of Squad 136 now?”
“It’s Gan Yangyu…” Su Zhe blurted out instinctively, then came to his senses. “Are you also a Night Watcher? Which squad are you from?”
“Gan Yangyu…” The girl murmured this unfamiliar name, the disappointment in her eyes growing stronger.
“…I see.”
She turned and walked out the door.
Watching the girl and dog disappear at the end of the road, Su Zhe suddenly had a flash of insight. He rushed to the framed photo hanging on the wall and carefully examined it.
“It’s her?!” The face in Su Zhe’s mind overlapped with a face in the album, and he exclaimed, “She’s Si Xiaonan?!”
A former member of Squad 136?
Countless thoughts flashed through Su Zhe’s mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth and rushed out through the office door!
He chased after the gradually disappearing figure, leaving the urban area. The buildings around became increasingly sparse, and the environment gradually became desolate. By the time Su Zhe came to his senses, he had already reached a deserted suburb.
Meanwhile, the girl’s figure had vanished.
“Isn’t this near the Night Watchers’ Cemetery?”
Su Zhe recognized the place. Following his memory, he passed through the cemetery gates and gradually went deeper…
Finally, he found the girl’s figure again among a cluster of tombs.
In the amber sunset, golden fallen leaves danced in the air.
The girl sat alone in the cemetery, holding a tombstone in one hand, while forcefully carving something on its surface with the other.
Crystalline tears slid down the tombstone’s surface. As a gentle breeze passed by, her black hair floated lightly…
Faintly, a soft voice reached Su Zhe’s ears.
“Leng Xuan… we’re home.”
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On the bed,
Bragi’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
The rich floral fragrance entered his nostrils, quickly bringing his consciousness back from haziness. He stared blankly at the familiar wooden cabin ceiling above him, then suddenly sat up from the bed!
“This is…” Bragi looked around, seemingly confused.
He looked down at himself, wearing clean and neat robes that clung to his skin. A subtle fragrance wafted from the fabric, giving him an inexplicable sense of peace.
Bragi stood up, not bothering to put on shoes, and rushed to the door, his footsteps thumping on the wooden floor.
With an old creaking sound, the wooden door opened.
Whoosh—!!
A gentle spring breeze, mixed with refreshing floral scents, rushed up to Bragi’s face.
His golden hair danced in the fragrant wind as his handsome face looked bewilderedly at the endless sea of marigolds before him.
Countless pale yellow petals rose with the wind, like a golden wave, sweeping around Bragi before scattering up into the azure sky…
He saw a graceful figure in the flower sea, and his pupils contracted!
In the sunlight, amid the pale golden sea of flowers,
A gentle woman in a snow-white dress slightly turned her head. Those beautiful eyes looked at Bragi, smiling into a pair of crescent moons.
“We meet again… Bragi.”
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