Legend Management Bureau Chapter 408

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“Huh?!” Du Yu froze, staring at his own hands in disbelief.

Shiranui Jinjianglang slowly walked over from the side and patted A’xiang on the shoulder. “Xiao Xiang, haven’t I reminded you many times? Don’t call him by that name anymore, he will get angry.”

Only then did Du Yu notice that A’xiang and Jinjianglang were not looking at him at all. Instead, their gazes were fixed on a spot not far behind him.

An ominous premonition flared in his heart. He slowly turned his head and discovered that another person was still lying in the exact spot where he had just stood up.

It was another version of himself.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Shiranui Asuka’s lips trembled silently as she spoke. “Brother Jinjianglang, ever since Senior Du Yu killed Mahakala, he has become so strange… I don’t even know if I recognize him anymore.”

Du Yu was stunned. “Is this what happened after I killed Mahakala?”

He immediately sensed something was wrong. This didn’t seem to be his own timeline, but rather the timeline of the Saint.

A rare trace of sorrow appeared on Jinjianglang’s face. “Xiao Xiang, Du Yu lost. He lost completely. Perhaps he just wanted to escape all this, which is why he decided to assume a brand-new identity.”

After hearing this, A’xiang quietly wiped the tears from her face. “Then what should we do? Du Yu… Senior Saint sleeps like this every day, as if he’s running away from something…”

“If I were him, I’d probably sleep even more soundly,” a lazy voice chimed in from the side.

Not far away, Liu Ling was unsteadily leaning against the doorframe, holding a broken wine jug in his hand. “I have endless amounts of wine to drink now, but there’s no one left to drink it with me. How truly ridiculous.”

At that moment, the Can Kui Brothers walked in from outside with Xie Yujiao and Xiao Nian. Each of them was carrying a large bundle on their back.

“How was today’s haul?” Liu Ling asked casually.

“Xiao Nian and I walked all the way to the southernmost tip of the underworld.” Xie Yujiao set her bundle down and shook her head helplessly. “There wasn’t a single living soul. We only brought back some materials used for cultivation.”

A Can and A Kui also dropped their bundles and said, “It’s the same in the human realm. Because the ground began to collapse starting from Fengdu and Mount Tai, seawater poured in and triggered extreme climates. Survivors are rarer than a Heavenly Venerable. We brought back a few game consoles from the human world. The Saint once mentioned that he loved playing video games when he was alive, so we don’t know if this might cheer him up a bit.”

Jinjianglang, however, shook his head in despair. He gazed out at the sprawling ruins beyond the door and said slowly, “We’ve been searching for ten years. Are we really the only souls left in this world…?”

Standing off to the side, Du Yu continuously spoke to the group, desperately hoping to catch their attention.

But absolutely no one could see him.

“Everyone, there’s something I want to show you.” Jinjianglang hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. “I found it a few days ago, and it has left me feeling uneasy ever since.”

“Something?” The others looked at him in unison.

“Follow me.”

Jinjianglang led the rest of the group quietly out of the house, with Du Yu following closely behind.

He had too many questions.

Was this truly the timeline where the Saint resided? And what was Time’s purpose in showing him the Saint’s timeline?

But regardless, he wanted to find out exactly what the Saint had done.

He watched as Jinjianglang guided the group deep into the ruins of the Legend Management Bureau. All the equipment here had been completely destroyed. Jinjianglang paced around the rubble for a moment before locating a massive stone slab.

Forming a hand seal and chanting an incantation, he summoned the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and sent the stone slab flying away.

To their surprise, a hidden trapdoor lay beneath it, seemingly leading underground.

Jinjianglang stepped forward and turned back to the group. “I don’t know if this is a sign of hope or a harbinger of disaster, so I hid it first. I need to discuss it with all of you before making any decisions.”

With that said, he opened the trapdoor, revealing a staircase that led downwards, and slowly descended with the others.

The staircase was incredibly long; it took them several full minutes of walking before they reached the bottom.

What followed were layer upon layer of locked iron doors, though all the padlocks had already been cleanly sliced apart beforehand by the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.

The group finally arrived at the last room, and Jinjianglang slowly pushed the door open.

Inside, there was a Display Screen and several pieces of Descent Equipment. Miraculously, they were still operational.

And playing on the screen was a scene taking place inside a bus.

“Is that… Senior Du Yu?” A’xiang immediately spotted Du Yu sitting on the bus.

“What Legend is this?!” Jinjianglang stared at the equipment in confusion. “I have no idea who hid this machinery down here, but it might just help us change everything.”

“Change everything?” Seeing the equipment had sobered Liu Ling up quite a bit. “What are you planning to do?”

“We can go back to that day and find a way to stop Mahakala,” Jinjianglang declared with absolute conviction. “If we do that, the world we live in should return to normal…”

Hearing this, the group fell into a heavy silence.

Shiranui Asuka slowly stepped forward. She looked at Du Yu on the screen, her heart swelling with emotion. “Brother, even if we go back, we are still just us. We don’t even have a Voice Transmitter… Can we really kill Mahakala ‘perfectly’?”

Another wave of silence washed over the group.

It was a fatal question. If there had been a better way, they wouldn’t have ended up in this tragic state to begin with.

Though they knew they could kill Mahakala’s true body by entering inside him, the resulting explosion would still destroy the underworld regardless. It was a destined outcome.

Shiranui Asuka lowered her head and suddenly realized something was wrong.

There was something red smeared across the surface of the teleportation equipment. She reached out and swiped it with her finger, only to find that it was paint.

The paint was fresh. It hadn’t even dried yet.

“Huh?” Shiranui Asuka let out a confused cry. “Seniors, it looks like someone was just writing here…”

“Just now?!” The group was stunned. “Could there be someone else alive in the underworld besides us?!”

Jinjianglang closed his eyes to sense his surroundings carefully and suddenly noticed a problem.

He scooped up a handful of sand and dirt from the ground and hurled it directly into a corner of the room.

As the sand and dirt cascaded down, it seemed to cling to something, gradually outlining the shape of a person.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Immediately after, the incessant coughing of a young girl echoed from that very corner.