Chapter 988 348: Anchors, Pathway to the Old World

The words of the Master of Radiant Black instinctively made Han Zhan want to refute.

But in the next second, a dizziness from the depths of his soul overwhelmed his entire consciousness.

Han Zhan could only watch as the Master of Radiant Black approached him,

then, like divided cells merging back into one,

He began to gradually fuse with himself, merging... until finally becoming one.

At this moment, Han Zhan's consciousness turned dim, like the faint starlight in the cosmos that might extinguish at any moment, flickering uncertainly.

The consciousness belonging to the Master of Radiant Black was taking dominance.

He awakened a seed buried deep within Han Zhan's sea of awareness.

This is the final trump card of the Master of Radiant Black!

When Han Zhan's consciousness became unclear, about to be fused and annexed,

he recalled a question once asked by Dawn Number One.

"What is an anchor point?"

"With each anchor point event, as the trigger, witness, and participant of the anchor point event, where is the true anchor point?"

"It lies within your heart."

Dawn Number One, the Cosmic Will of the Second Cosmic Era, He must have recognized Han Zhan and identified himself with Pangu's appearance.

That's why He used the name of Dawn and the means of collecting anchor point events, allowing one anchor point after another to take root in Han Zhan's heart.

Then in the Pot World, He let Himself enter the River of Eternal Darkness, experiencing the feeling of causal disjunction, activating the anchor points rooted in the heart.

So it turns out, Dawn Number One had predicted everything long ago!

Han Zhan's thoughts flashed by,

in this moment, his consciousness that was on the verge of dissipating suddenly became solid and gradually expanded!

"I am Han Zhan."

"I am myself, not anyone else."

As one thought arises, countless thoughts open up.

Countless memories transformed into countless anchor points, causing Han Zhan's consciousness, originally chaotic like a vortex, to gradually cease its rotation.

It became stable.

Firm as a rock, unshakable.

Even the River of Eternal Darkness could not strip away Han Zhan's causality in this state, let alone the Master of Radiant Black.

His plan could only ultimately fail.

But even with the brief fusion, Han Zhan learned more truths through the Master of Radiant Black's memory in reverse.

—He and the Master of Radiant Black were indeed, truly the same person!

The face of the Master of Radiant Black, identical to his own, was being forced out of Han Zhan's body by the anchor points within.

The familiar face, seen countless times, now showed an unprecedented ferocity, seemingly struggling, unwilling to part from Han Zhan.

This caused the face to become twisted and blurred, like a terrifying ghost in a soul state.

The power of the anchor points was undeniable at this moment.

The Master of Radiant Black's attempt to assimilate Han Zhan's consciousness could only bow in defeat in the face of such power.

"Im... possible..." The voice of the Master of Radiant Black came intermittently, full of unwillingness, "Absolutely must not... fail..."

The light of the anchor points within Han Zhan shone even brighter,

the failure of the Master of Radiant Black was just a matter of time, unable to reverse the decline.

At this moment, the face of "Han Zhan" on the Master of Radiant Black suddenly showed a determination and ruthlessness.

His previously intermittent speech now became coherent and clear.

"We are one, we are one! You cannot stop it."

"Since this is the case, then let's do it again!"

Do it again?

What does do it again mean?

While Han Zhan was still pondering the meaning of the Master of Radiant Black's words, He was completely forced out of the body, and as His words fell, He suddenly transformed into a whirlpool of pitch-black color.

The whirlpool connected with the last remaining point of the River of Eternal Darkness behind, as if leading to a deep, unknown passage.

The whirlpool unceremoniously swallowed Han Zhan, who had not fully regained his self-awareness, whole.

He disappeared.

Only the remnants of the Master of Radiant Black's voice echoed faintly in the vast, empty cosmos:

"Old World..."

"May you awaken from it."

…

"Another nightmare, it seems I can't keep pushing myself with Ghost King gaming."

Han Zhan opened his eyes wearily, rubbing his forehead.

In front of him was an ordinary, cheap rental room with only a few simple pieces of furniture.

The urgent sound of knocking on the door echoed, followed by the voice of his roommate with whom he shared the apartment:

"Han Zhan, you didn't stay up all night gaming again, did you?"

"Come out quickly, don't forget what day it is today!"

What... day...

Han Zhan was dazed for a moment and suddenly clapped his head.

Today is his grand wedding day!

"Damn, I'm going to be late!"

Realizing this, Han Zhan hurriedly opened the wardrobe and rummaged through a bunch of cheap short-sleeved shirts to find a barely decent suit to wear.

Only then did he open the door and walk out in a hurry.

As he passed by his hesitating roommate, he patted the other's shoulder, "Thanks, Xiao Zhong."

"Don't forget to come to the wedding feast later."

Xiao Zhong nodded, saying nothing more.

"By the way, let me borrow your electric bike!"

From the entrance, Han Zhan's voice came, and before Xiao Zhong could reply, he heard a "bang," as the door to the rental room was closed again.

Wait a second, you've taken my electric bike, how am I supposed to get to the hotel?! Xiao Zhong looked at the closed rental room door, opening his mouth.

On the main road of Sea City,

all kinds of luxury cars jammed the main road, causing a serious traffic blockade.

Han Zhan rode his small electric bike with impunity in the bike lane, overtaking several elderly people driving at turtle speed.

While waiting at the traffic lights, Han Zhan, wearing a little yellow duck helmet, sighed.

The reason he couldn't even remember his own wedding day was entirely because this marriage was imposed on him by his parents.

As someone unwilling to be constrained by his parents, who went alone to the big city to make a living, Han Zhan was suddenly "informed" half a month ago that he would soon enter the marital palace.

And the so-called childhood sweetheart, the marriage partner, he couldn't even remember the name, and had a completely blank memory regarding her appearance.

Absurd and unreal.

Thinking about how he currently had no house, no car, no savings, being a standard "three-nothing" youth, he was about to marry a girl he had never met, Han Zhan sighed deeply in his heart: "Sigh, what a strange situation this is."

All the way thinking about these and more,

Han Zhan followed the mobile navigation, arriving at the given location.

Raising his head, he suddenly froze.

This glittering and splendid, obviously high-end hotel, is this really where his wedding is?!

Could it be a... mistake...

"Sir, we do not allow those dressed inappropriately to enter."

While Han Zhan was still sitting dumbfounded on the small electric bike, two security guards in suits walked over, reminding him.

"What counts as appropriate?" Hearing this, Han Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat defiantly asking.

"At the very least, you need a tie."

"You—" Han Zhan was about to say something when a crisp, pleasant female voice sounded behind him.

"Let him in."

A gracefully elegant woman in fancy attire approached Han Zhan, her gaze resting on him, her eyes smiling.

"Hello, I am your fiancée."

"Jiang Lingling."