I just want to be stable, I was hung up and became a Valkyrie

"no!"

……

"Neither here."

……

"still none……"

……

Shen Qian stood alone in the sky with flashes of thunder and lightning, his brows furrowed.

"Where will King Jiangling put his great emperor characteristics?"

In less than a day, Shen Qian had traveled to all possible places based on all the literature records related to King Jiangling's life.

From Wolong City, the hometown of King Jiangling, to Mowu, his former alma mater, and even some relics where King Jiangling had trained in his early years, Shen Qian had already looked through them all.

He did not believe that he had not found it, because although the system had fallen into deathly silence, as long as it could get close to King Jiangling's emperor characteristics, Shen Qian would definitely be able to feel the resonance after having collected the other four emperor characteristics.

Boom!

The sky above our heads suddenly showed signs of tearing. In the endless flashes of lightning, a demonic shadow covering the sky seemed to appear. He was looking down at the earth indifferently, as if he would swoop down at any time and destroy everything.

A trace of helplessness flashed through Shen Qian's heart.

With the continuous operation of the Nine-turn Divine Refining Formation, even if it takes a lot of time for the Witch King to digest the essences of those top princes, it will not take more than a day.

When the Witch King comes to earth completely, it will be the real end of the human race.

Now, according to Shen Qian's estimation, there are less than two hours left at most.

The last batch of fire seeds of the human race have been transferred to another planet through some means left by the Nine Kings. Although this move is not very meaningful under the lock of heaven, it can at least make the princes of the human race not so desperate. .

Shen Qian did not delay any longer, and with his last glimmer of hope, he came to the former residence of King Jiangling.

This was the first place excluded from Shen Qian's plan.

Because according to normal logic, it is definitely impossible for King Jiangling to put such an important thing in the place where it can be easily found.

It's just that Shen Qian has searched everywhere else, and this is the only place left.

The former residence of King Jiangling is located on the outskirts of Beidu and is still well protected. After all, as the head of the Nine Kings, the former residence of King Jiangling is also a place of fascination for all warriors and has always been regarded as an important cultural reserve.

Even at this time when the human race is in danger, there are still warriors from the mountains and seas standing guard.

Shen Qian did not alert the guarding warriors and quietly went inside to investigate. Unfortunately, he still could not find the slightest trace of the emperor's characteristics.

But in a hidden study, Shen Qian saw many old photos of King Jiangling when he was young.

One of them is of King Jiangling and his teacher. The background looks a bit familiar. But comparing it with Shen Qian's vast memory, he couldn't find where he had seen it before. He guessed it was somewhere inconspicuous. Shen Qian could still feel familiar, but it was because of his mental power that was different from ordinary people.

Drip!

The message on the bracelet rang. Shen Qian lowered his head and saw that it was a message from Wu Dinghou. According to satellite monitoring, the Nine-turn God Refining Formation in the universe had begun to show signs of shrinkage.

Because time was tight, Shen Qian could only ask other princes to pay attention to the Witch Emperor's movements. At this time, a message came from Wu Dinghou, which meant that the Witch Emperor was almost successful.

"The projection of the Witch King can be seen with the naked eye and will come at any time... If nothing can be done, Shen Qian, you can escape alone. With your ability, if you just run away, the Witch Clan may not be able to do anything to you."

Shen Qian put away the bracelet without saying a word, looked around the former residence of King Jiangling, and then disappeared from the place.

……

Jingcheng.

Since the start of the war, the small town that used to be full of fireworks has now become a lot more desolate. Fallen leaves are swirling on the streets, and the occasional pedestrians passing by are also in a hurry and look scared.

Especially today, the weather system that usually covers all abnormal weather seems to have begun to fail. The sky above our heads is dark, with thunder and lightning flashing from time to time. Even if ordinary people are not aware of the existence of the Witch King, they can still feel the extremely depressing atmosphere. There was something unusual in the air.

On the 99th floor of the Babel Tower, Shen Liang was still sitting on the luxurious sofa, somewhat unaccustomed to it, and was trying to search for channels that could be watched on the TV. Unfortunately, no matter how he adjusted it, the TV was all white.

"I can't even watch the news channel anymore..." Shen Liang muttered.

"I don't see what's weird about it. I asked you, can you get up and help me? You want me to clean such a big house by myself?"

Next to her, Wang Xiaojuan complained with a broom.

"What do you know, you woman? In the past, no matter how we fought, at least the news channels would not be shut down. Now there must be something wrong!"

Shen Liang reprimanded subconsciously at first, and then quickly put on a smile before Wang Xiaojuan's expression suddenly changed, "Ahem, don't disciples from the Dao Palace come up to clean it every day? Why do you have to do it yourself?"

"How can outsiders be as careful as doing it themselves?" Wang Xiaojuan snorted, "Look, I cleaned up by myself today and swept out a lot of dust..."

Shen Liang was about to put down the remote control and step forward to help, but someone was faster than him.

"Ah...Auntie, let me come."

"I'm here to help, Aunt Wang, go and have a rest!" As a soft and pleasant voice sounded, two more figures appeared in the living room.

One of the women was wearing a Taoist robe that was incompatible with modern times. It was obviously a loose style, but it was bulging up. The other figure was dressed in a JK ponytail, revealing her white thighs, showing off her youthful vitality.

Seeing the two women appear, Wang Xiaojuan, who originally had a stinky face, suddenly smiled like a flower, "Hey, I can do it by myself, you don't need to help me, there is some fruit I just cut on the table, go and eat some!" "

Ji Ruoshui and Huo Ling'er looked at each other. Although they didn't talk, they were not as awkward as when they first met. One of them took Wang Xiaojuan's broom, and the other brought a mop, and started cleaning silently.

On the side, Wang Xiaojuan was handing out fruits and asking for help. She was at a loss, but the smile on her lips kept growing.

"Before, I said I would break Shen Qian's legs, but now I am smiling happier than anyone else... Ha, woman!"

Shen Liang, who was sitting on the sofa, muttered, took out a magazine from the side and started reading it. Just as he opened the page, he paused again. He looked at the dark sky outside and sighed softly, "That brat." , I don’t know what’s going on now…”

Following Shen Liang's line of sight, Shen Qian stood quietly on the balcony, watching this scene silently.

However, neither Ji Ruoshui nor Huo Ling'er turned a blind eye to him even if they passed by him, and did not notice his existence at all.

Shen Qian stood quietly like this for a few minutes, until the corners of his eyes were a little moist and he was about to lose control of his figure, then he took a step forward and disappeared from the Tower of Babel.

"what?"

Ji Ruoshui, who was concentrating on mopping the floor, seemed to notice something. When he looked up, he only saw an empty balcony and slightly swaying curtains.

……

The top floor of Tongtian Tower.

Shen Qian's figure appeared out of thin air, and the cats and dogs running among the flowers and grass on the open-air platform just raised their heads and glanced at Shen Qian before continuing to play.

Suddenly, Shen Qian seemed to have returned to three years ago. The man in white was still sitting at the end of the top floor, looking at him with a smile.

"There is no time, teacher, I tried my best..."

At this moment, on this empty platform, Shen Qian, who had always been calm enough, finally showed his fatigue.

Above the head, black clouds were pressing down on the city. With Shen Qian's terrifying mental power, even without raising his head, he could penetrate the endless clouds and see the figure that was constantly expanding in the universe.

The fully resurrected figure of the Witch King has reached a height of thousands of miles. Every meteor or meteorite touched by his stretched limbs instantly turned into nothingness and merged into his body.

The Witch King has actually completely devoured the souls of all the princes and completed his final awakening. Now he is recovering to his peak period by continuously absorbing all the energy in the universe.

Even so, Shen Qian could only watch helplessly, because even a weak emperor could not match him at this stage.

During this process, the Witch King is slowly moving in the direction of the earth, which is why his projection above the earth is getting clearer and clearer. When the Witch King touches the earth, this planet that has been used by countless human ancestors The blue planet we protect may not be able to hold on for even a second, and will be annihilated into dust in the long river of time.

In Shen Qian's mental perception, there was only maybe less than 10 minutes left.

At this time, above the blue planet, Wu Dinghou's figure had quietly emerged, followed by one after another. The figure that used to be able to cover the sky and the sun, but now looks extremely small under the horror that is slowly approaching in the distance.

Behind the blue planet, a looming dark warship has set sail. The ark, carrying the last fire of human civilization, is wandering towards the unknown depths of the universe.

But the ones in charge of everything on the battleship were only a few young mountain and sea warriors, and all the princes of the human race chose to stay and coexist with the homeland where they were born and raised.

Finally, he lowered his head and glanced at the land beneath his feet where he grew up. Shen Qian was about to leave for the starry sky when something suddenly moved in his heart.

"I have peeked into the teacher's past, and I already know that the teacher is not actually a native of Jingcheng. He has survived since ancient times and claimed to be a Jingcheng native after the disaster. He has lived here since then and even built the Babel Tower... "

"Back in the Earth Center City, I remember someone told me that the reason why Marquis Jingcheng was in the south was because Duke Yanshan lived in the north. There was an irreconcilable conflict between the two, so this pattern was formed..."

"With the teacher's magnanimity, how could he escape for such a reason... If the teacher settled in Jingcheng just to wait for me, it doesn't seem to make sense. Is there a deeper reason?"

In a flash of inspiration, the photo he saw at the former residence of King Jiangling came to Shen Qian's mind again.

As Shen Qian walked to the edge of the top floor, the entire Jingcheng was automatically reflected in his mind. Whether it was high-rise buildings or alleys, every detail was clearly visible.

"That photo was taken from..."

Shen Qian finally turned his attention to the Jingcheng Museum.

His mind was shaken, and he finally understood why the background of the photo looked familiar, but he couldn't seem to find anything that matched it in his memory.

Shen Qian moved, and in the next moment he had crossed several kilometers and appeared at the entrance of Jingcheng Museum.

There was a statue standing here, which was vaguely the face of Marquis Jingcheng. Shen Qian changed the angle and made a mental gesture. If he moved the statue and restored the building in front of him to the time when the foundation was still being laid, it would be exactly the same as when the foundation was being laid. The background of that photo matched.

In other words, the Marquis of Jingcheng and the King of Jiangling took a group photo here when this museum was first established.

For Shen Qian, the Jingcheng Museum also has extraordinary significance. After all, this is where he got the system, and it was also the beginning of his rise as a border town boy.

His life changed from here.

"Why did they leave a group photo here?"

Shen Qian seemed to realize something and walked towards the museum. (End of chapter)