When Fantasy Becomes Sequence

When the fantasy sequence arrives, miracles and hope are no longer out of reach—they will be as accessible as morning dew. The void suddenly tore apart, and a deep space crack stretched across the sky. A hand as white as jade reached out and gently stroked the ferocious scar on Feng Fengyu's chest. The fingertips trembled slightly, as if confirming a piece of dusty pain. "It turns out... This injury is actually left here." Before he finished speaking, a strange and ancient wave swept the entire place. It was not coercive, but it was heart-shaking. Even the strong ones ranked in "Sequence Five" did not dare to look directly at the changes taking place in the center of the battlefield. Immediately afterwards, a figure stepped out of the crack. His arrival unexpectedly caused a violent rejection by the will of the world - the color of the world changed, and the laws were distorted, as if the entire reality was resisting his existence. The man in black stands in the wind, his clothes flying like ink flames. He lowered his gaze and landed on Feng Fengyu's wound. He scanned the devastated battlefield and finally settled on Qian Jueying who was lying on the ground. No words are needed, everything is clear. He spoke in a deep voice into the depths of the crack, his tone as firm as iron: "Don't worry, sister-in-law... Leave the rest to me." As soon as he finished speaking, he vaguely caught a glimpse of the familiar figure on the other side of the rift - the familiar figure nodded gently, lowered her eyelashes, and a drop of crystal-like teardrop slipped quietly, turning into a stream of light in the void and dissipating without a trace. The man in black was shocked! ——The last time I saw her cry was "that time". And that time, he personally... Released "him". ........... The beautiful shadow disappeared silently, and the cracks slowly closed.