Chapter 410

At this moment, Chui Xue had just woken from her dream. She had dreamed that time had carried her back to the past, and that she had seen many childhood memories.

Suddenly, she dreamed of the spot where she had accidentally fallen, and then she jolted awake.

This place was a ruin, all houses long abandoned. It looked utterly desolate, with not a trace of any living thing.

Chui Xue only faintly remembered seeing a box in the courtyard, so she had gone to investigate out of curiosity.

She had pondered for a while, still not understanding what had happened, when a beam of light had sucked her in—and when she woke up, she was here.

Chui Xue rubbed her head, still slightly sore from the impact, and struggled to stand up.

"Is anyone there! Luo En, Sister! Can you hear me?!" Chui Xue shouted loudly.

But the surroundings were eerily silent, with no one responding to her—not even a whisper, so unnaturally quiet.

By the end, Chui Xue was too exhausted to keep shouting.

On the other side, Long Juan had been sucked into a desert. At this moment, she hadn't even had time to wonder what had happened.

There was nothing here—not a single tree, only endless desert.

Fortunately, though Long Juan was prideful, she wasn't delicate. Her stamina was decent, so after wandering the desert for half a day, she wasn't yet exhausted.

Moreover, she was clever: alone, she calculated east, west, south, and north by the sun's current position, then set off toward where trees were most likely to be.

In the desert, with nothing around and extreme heat, one's strength drained fastest—she had to get out, or her life was in danger.

Long Juan remained calm despite it all. Though she still didn't know why this had happened, she knew clearly she couldn't panic.

So she kept walking steadily in the direction she had determined.

Meanwhile, Luo En had tried to stop himself during the absorption by the box, accidentally injuring himself and getting hung up on a tree.

After waking, Luo En found himself high up—but because he'd been hanging so long, he tried stretching his limbs, and immediately fell off the tree.

"Damn, that hurt! What the hell is this place?!" Luo En groaned in pain.

As a man, Luo En had indeed been sucked into the relatively better location among the three.

This place was just a grove of trees—not overly dense, so it didn't look too bleak.

The other two were a desert and a ruin.

Luo En stood up and slowly surveyed the area. Since this was another timeline, he worried now that Long Juan and Chui Xue might have been scattered into other dimensions.

If that happened, the three of them would struggle to meet. Even in one timeline it was hard enough—if they were separated, they'd truly be on their own.

Luo En wandered around, but for now, he had no idea what to do.

After walking an unknown distance, Luo En himself felt tired. He thought—he couldn't just keep wandering aimlessly; he needed to figure out why this was happening.

At this moment, Luo En wished someone kind would appear to give him guidance.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded.

"Hmph, you think you're so strong? This is a timeline I crafted specially for you—see if you have the wit to escape!"

The voice belonged to the God of the Universe. He had previously lost to Luo En and still harbored resentment; he hadn't expected to trap him again so quickly.

Luo En heard this and immediately flew into rage: "Hey, if you're mad at me, come at me directly! Why drag in so many others? Are you really the God of the Universe, reduced to such tricks?!"

Luo En said this hoping to provoke a reaction, to make the voice reconsider.

The voice replied: "A contest must test all aspects—this is one of them. This time, I will make you lose—or force you to beg on your knees!"

With that, the voice faded slowly away.

Now Luo En finally understood: this was a living trap. He had become someone else's prey.

"Damn, are you kidding me? What's this got to do with me? Is it a crime to be too strong?!" Luo En kept asking—but no voice answered him.

He could only roll his eyes and keep walking.

Since this was a fabricated space, there must be a flaw somewhere. Luo En believed that if he found it, and if Long Juan and Chui Xue joined forces, they could break free.

Thinking this, Luo En quickened his pace.

After walking a long, long time, Luo En began to faintly sense Chui Xue's aura.

But because the space was so vast, the aura was extremely faint—he could only sense it sporadically.

Each time he sensed it, he rushed toward the direction. If he found one person first, finding the other would be easier.

Chui Xue was never particularly powerful; now she sat alone, pitifully, on this ruin.

Night fell, and around her, crows and insects began croaking.

She had planned to rest for the night among the rubble, but after thinking it over, she feared wild beasts—so she decided to find shelter from wind and rain.

But this was only a ruin, so she had to enter houses on the verge of collapse.

After walking for a while, Chui Xue finally spotted a relatively intact house and hurried inside.

But Chui Xue didn't know that inside lay a danger she could never have imagined.

Trembling, she approached the dilapidated house and cautiously opened the door.

Suddenly, a flock of crows burst out, cawing with a mournful cry.

This terrified Chui Xue—she was now trapped between entry and retreat. If she went in and encountered danger, it would be disastrous.

Yet she couldn't overcome her fear, so she leaned against the wall, frozen.

For Long Juan, night was even more dangerous—she risked dehydration in the desert, and at night, she could no longer discern the desert's movements.

Meanwhile, Luo En had been walking steadily outward from the grove, gradually reaching the ruin.

He spotted footprints and immediately examined them—he was certain: these were Chui Xue's prints.

Clearly, Chui Xue had passed through here, leaving these traces behind.

He had no choice but to follow them.

Because it was night, the temperature had dropped sharply. Chui Xue couldn't endure the wind outside any longer. After thinking it over, she decided to go inside—at least she could escape the wind.

So, gathering her courage, she muttered to herself: "Better to be eaten by a beast than freeze to death. Forget it—whatever comes, I'll deal with it. I'm going in!"

With that, she slowly pushed open the door. The interior was pitch black—she noticed nothing as the walls were covered with resting blood bats.

As Luo En was about to reach Chuixue's position, someone decided to interfere secretly to prevent him from finding her so easily.

A tear opened in the sky, and a brilliant beam of light flashed out—Erlang tumbled out from within.

Luo En stared in shock at Erlang lying on the ground.

Erlang was equally confused—how had he ended up here? He had merely seen a box, curiosity drove him to poke at it, and before he knew it, he was inside.

When he saw Luo En, Erlang immediately adopted a fierce, defensive posture.

"How did you get here? What trick are you playing now?" Erlang glared at Luo En with bloodshot eyes, as if this were a trap set by him.

Luo En was even more bewildered—he still didn't understand how he'd been pulled in himself, so how could it possibly be him?

Luo En could only sigh helplessly: "Me? A scheme? Do I look like that kind of person? I don't even know what's going on."

Unfortunately, though he truly didn't know, Erlang wouldn't believe him.

Immediately, Erlang lunged at him.

Luo En had no desire to fight right now—he only wanted to find Chuixue as soon as possible—but Erlang refused to let up.

"Buddy, let's fight later—right now we need to figure out how to get back! This isn't the time to fight!" Luo En dodged while shouting at Erlang to stop.

But Erlang paid no heed—he suddenly surged forward with even fiercer attacks.

Seeing that Luo En truly had no intention of fighting, Erlang accelerated his pace, yet Luo En still ignored him completely.

Erlang felt himself being disrespected.

At that moment, Luo En sensed Chuixue nearby again—he no longer wanted to waste time.

"I'll say it one last time: I'm leaving right now!" Luo En's anger was plain to see, but Erlang still didn't realize it.

Erlang thought Luo En had finally been provoked, so he sneered smugly: "Want to leave? Then walk over my body."

Seeing how insolent Erlang was, Luo En decided to stop holding back.

Luo En gathered his strength into his rear hand, and as Erlang drew near, he threw a punch.

Erlang slid backward several meters. "Hah! So you finally decided to fight, huh!" Erlang clutched his chest and said.

"I said—I don't want to fight. Don't force me," Luo En said coldly.

Luo En turned to leave, but Erlang reached out to block him, refusing to let him go.

This time, Luo En truly lost patience—he concentrated all his power into one punch and sent Erlang flying.

"Hmph. You forced me. Have fun on your own!" Luo En muttered under his breath as he watched Erlang's retreating figure.

After dealing with Erlang, Luo En hurried toward the ruins.

At that moment, Chuixue crouched in a corner, hugging her knees and shivering. The cold here was intense, colder than outside—though there was no wind.

Chuixue could no longer bear it; her whole body began trembling. Her willpower told her the outside was better.

So she immediately stood up and stepped out, following the faint moonlight.

Because it was pitch black, Chuixue couldn't see what lay beneath her feet, so she could only walk by feel.