Chapter 1116: Chapter 67: The Last Ticket to the Ark

The Real World and the Outer Dimension are not connected like soap bubbles on the surface of water.

Instead, they overlap, interweave, and merge with one another.

It’s like on the same traffic-jammed road during evening rush hour, there are eighteen-hand Xialis worth a few thousand bucks and luxurious Porsche sports cars worth millions.

Inside the driver’s cabin of the Xiali, the hundred-year-old floor mats are soaked with Li Qun cigarette ashes.

On the passenger seat of the Porsche, there are the stockings left behind by the previous girl and lipstick by Yves Saint Laurent.

The sorrow and joy of people do not connect with each other.

But under the red light, everyone is equal again.

On the vast desolate land, an old monk with his head bowed slowly and steadily removes a gemstone ring from his finger.

Tiny specks of starlight sparkle within the large gemstone, as if it holds an entire galaxy.

With a crisp crack, the gemstone shatters.

“Barbaric.”

The old monk sighs softly.

In just these few short minutes, over half of the rings on his hand had cracked.

Yet, the invisible connection still hasn’t been severed.

The piercing killing intent that penetrated through made his finger bones tremble involuntarily.

If he wanted, he could of course leave now.

But he was unwilling.

This was the final ticket.

The Joshua People have been searching for the Messiah. According to ancient scriptures, one day God will send the Messiah to descend into the Mortal World, saving those who fervently believe in him, while unleashing the apocalypse to punish those heretics who do not revere God.

The Messiah has not been found, yet the steps of the apocalypse are already approaching.

In recent years, a belief, almost heretical and blasphemous, began circulating among the Joshua People, where some believe that the ancient Eastern Empire is the Promised Land God has bestowed upon them.

There lies the ark.

An ark that could carry the faithful through the apocalypse to the other shore.

The aged prophets were unmoved, but the young people were anxious, hastily embarking on what they called a pilgrimage.

They devised numerous plans, using all means and forces, but ultimately all ended in failure.

The ancient Eastern Empire was unwilling to accept the people of God and offer their land.

Now, with the return of the Four Seas Commerce Guild, the last remaining spaces on the ark are about to be filled.

As an ancient wise king of the Joshua People, Solomon clearly realized that time was running out for his people.

The fishing tactics of that iron-handed female monarch made the Joshua People utterly detest her, paying a huge price for it. Every time hope appeared before them, it was merely bait thrown out, intermingled with hooks smeared with deadly poison.

These pagans are truly wicked.

The Seventy-two Demon Gods have already suffered over half casualties, and those remaining are too incompetent to handle significant responsibilities. Reluctantly, Solomon had to come personally, seeking the last glimmer of hope amidst despair.

And that is Xu Huange.

A descendant of the Empire Ruler, whose body carries the bloodline of the Eastern Divine Dragon. At her birth, a meteor streaked across the sky, birds over the Nevada Mountains sang in unison, and even the ancient creatures of the Deep Sea were startled.

Prophecies foretold that she would become the future heir of the Eastern Empire, the navigator of the Doomsday Ark, leading humanity to the other shore as the supreme sage.

But she is still young and, according to Eastern traditional customs, she needs a wise mentor to guide her growth.

In terms of wisdom, who could compare to the legendary King Solomon? He once led the ancient Kingdom of Joshua to its peak glory, although in his later years, issues with the harem… well, let’s not talk about those.

After all, this girl is practically an Imperial Princess, perfectly meeting King Solomon’s harem standards. Already budding and as lovely as morning dew, who knows how incomparably beautiful she might become with time.

To gift her with wisdom, show her love, and receive her baptism, isn’t it wonderful?

Such a perfect disciple, in Solomon’s view, no one other than himself is qualified to be her mentor.

As for whether her guardians agree or not… they must agree, or else why would they let such a young child wander out alone?

Old Europeans know not to let their beautiful children play outside, or else, they might accidentally run into perverts who could change them into men, women, or bulls.

Solomon certainly does not want to give up, but the young warrior in front of him gives him a headache.

Like a stone from a latrine—foul and stubborn.

The People of Ming were not like this before.

Either they were gentlemanly moralists who carried a supercilious attitude of the Heavenly Dynasty, easily beguiled by sweet words.

Or they were insidious scoundrels, minds full of the anger of losing the dignity of the Heavenly Dynasty, using every conceivable means to dig pits and fish.

But this time, they’re not fishing.

They just put the child out in broad daylight, waiting for one to prepare mentally with difficulty, only to smack them with a slap and say ‘get lost.’

When I want to reason, why don’t you reason?

What the hell is this!

The air seemed to heat up, the terrifying killing intent drawing ever closer.

Both rings on the old monk’s left fingers shattered simultaneously.

A thick iron chain suddenly pierced through the dimensional barrier, crashing onto the ground behind the old monk.

In the swirling dust, the chain tightened suddenly, a powerful counterforce dragging the battered Ghost King, ripping through the dimensional barrier into this desolate world.

Maggots were already crawling all over the gigantic body of the Ghost King, gnawing at the riddled bones.

Yet the stern-faced woman in black robes remained seated on the throne atop the Ghost King’s head, raising a bright yellow Amber Coffin in her hand and smashing it down towards the old monk’s head!

Witch.

One of the three Netherworld witches, who strangled the Messiah in the cradle.

A pained expression involuntarily appeared on the old monk’s face.

How could you be in cahoots? Does the opposition of justice and evil, light and darkness, life and death not exist?

Seeing that there were hardly any gemstone rings left in his hand, he turned his hand to fetch a golden, gem-encrusted scepter from behind him, and struck it heavily to the ground.

A golden beam shot straight into the sky, clashing with the descending phantom of the coffin.

The terrifying collision unleashed a force capable of destroying the world, and the spreading shockwaves instantly shattered the incomplete laws of the Outer Dimension to pieces.

The fake sky and earth crumbled simultaneously, the entire dimension shattering like a mirror fallen from height, with Solomon wielding a scepter and Xia Yubing riding the Ghost King falling into the endless void.