Su Changxing was planning to go out, but then he remembered that he was covered with the plague virus, an even more terrifying plague virus, which would be absolutely fatal to those people outside.

"How am I any different from the Source of Plague now..."

Su Changxing felt somewhat helpless; he couldn’t just knowingly go out and harm people with the plague virus on him.

If he walked around in Maelon, this city might fall and completely become a vast sea of plague.

"No, I can’t go out. It’s not my fault that I’m ugly, but going out to harm people would be entirely my fault..."

Su Changxing took out the Bronze Mirror from the Pocket Galaxy, contemplating whether to directly go to the Ninth Dimension from here.

"The plague is dangerous for these people, but it should be okay for High-level Players."

He comforted himself, thinking that if he could handle it, then surely the other high-level players could too.

After all, in terms of time, he could only be considered a novice player at most.

Moreover, the plague should have weakened a lot from the Source of Plague to him.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and with the number of Black Coins enough after killing the Source of Plague, he could head to the Ninth Dimension.

[Would you like to go to the Ninth Dimension]

This time the message wasn’t on the phone but was spoken directly by a gentle female voice in his ear.

This voice came from the broken Bronze Mirror in his hand.

It startled him, almost making him drop the mirror to the ground.

"Can talk?" Su Changxing questioned.

No one answered.

This was probably an idiotic AI.

Su Changxing pondered for a while longer and felt there weren’t any flaws. "Go."

As soon as the words fell, black lines appeared on the mirror, becoming increasingly dense, and as he had seen before, dense black eyes appeared on it, protruding out.

Su Changxing only felt his scalp tingle, a natural physiological reaction he couldn’t suppress.

Suddenly.

A pitch-black, slender hand reached out from inside, unexpectedly grabbing his collar, with a strange power, pulling him into the mirror.

With a crisp sound, the Bronze Mirror fell to the ground, rolling ceaselessly until it hit the rubble and stopped.

Su Changxing’s figure was no longer there.

...

A great mass of something like black paint churned in front of his eyes.

This seemed like a vast sea, filled with such things, and he was advancing rapidly in this sea with an incredible speed.

Some sound reverberated in his ears.

It seemed like singing.

But it was unclear what was being said, what was being sung.

As if there were many people, yet it also seemed like there was only one person.

Su Changxing realized that his senses were in a disordered state, unable to distinguish reality from illusion, with the images in his mind mixing with what he saw before him.

The singing in his ear gradually brightened, still gentle, singing something, sacred and solemn, like a mother’s embrace, leaving only a sense of peace.

Countless white spire-like structures appeared in the distance, then nearby.

Like milk, shadows well-defined, clouds floated overhead, carrying the golden sunset reflected from the water’s surface.

He felt very small, with a gate that was ten times, a thousand times, ten thousand times larger than him. Around him were faint shadows of people, the same size as him, looking at those structures, standing on a water surface as calm as a mirror.

Su Changxing felt out of place with this world, full of filth, fearing he would taint it.

"Where is this?"

Su Changxing looked confused, walking forward with his head bowed, following the people around him.

The others were the same, dressed differently, carrying various things, heads bowed, not daring to look directly at this grand world.

Everyone just walked forward like this, not knowing what the purpose was, not knowing where they should go.

It felt like a long time had passed, longer than ten years, yet shorter than a second.

A simple question suddenly appeared in Su Changxing’s mind; why was he here, walking forward with these people?

Why?

He repeated this question in his mind over and over again.

It was probably a very important question; he never did meaningless things.

Very abruptly, he stopped, carefully observing the surrounding environment. In front was a gigantic, white stone gate, the upper half lost in the clouds, the lower half passing through the soft sunset.

[Celestial Gate...]

"True Knowledge" barely provided such simple information, yet just this little information led his imagination astray.

Everything here was serene, as silent as the water’s surface below, without ripples, reflecting the sunset and the stone gate.

Except...

Su Changxing glanced at the two corpses fallen beside him, showing symptoms of the plague, withered and dead, lying motionless on the ground.

One of them wore cloth and leather armor with a bow and arrow on his back, while the other wore glasses and a suit, looking like an office worker.

Two black screened phones lay beside them.

"I didn’t do this on purpose, I swear." Su Changxing froze in place, blinking.

He hadn’t expected these High-level Players to be so fragile, unknowingly killed by him.

Probably earlier, everyone had fallen into a state of unconsciousness, including him, so those two players had no resistance to the plague and died inexplicably.

While feeling immensely sorry, Su Changxing noticed the other people still continued forward, towards that huge stone gate, the Celestial Gate.

It seemed as if everyone but him had fallen into an unconscious state.

Why?

Su Changxing pondered, and with a principle of not wasting, picked up the two phones from the ground, plundering the Points from them.

For High-level Players, these basic rules were the same.

Over ten million Points, and more than a dozen Black Coins; not much, but not too little either.

For him, Black Coins were particularly hard to acquire.

"What to do now, follow them along?"

Su Changxing looked behind him, finding a completely different scene, clouds as far as the eye could see, spires standing among them, a sky glowing with cyan and blue light.

He discarded the two bodies beside him into the Pocket Galaxy, simply for disposal; killing indiscriminately was probably frowned upon anywhere.

Su Changxing followed far behind the crowd, feeling this might be the Ninth Dimension, utterly oblivious to the passage of time, as though time had frozen, stood still here.

Nothing changed where others walked, except a long series of black footprints floated on the water behind him, standing out starkly.

Like a child with muddy hands smudging a grand and beautiful painting, it was regrettable.