<h4>Chapter 2095: Chapter 2095: A Solitary Sail Vanishes into the Vast Blue Sky</h4>


    "Vincent Caldwell?"


    Julius Reed silently recited this name.


    It’s over.


    All memories are with Osher Reed.


    Osher Reed vanished within the Divine Realm,pletely irretrievable.


    Vincent Caldwell?


    A general of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?


    Something seems off.


    Back when the Temple was destroyed, Julius Reed’s alliance wasn’t yet called the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?


    What exactly happened?


    ording to the painting, the Divine Realm began to change gradually after suppressing the Nether Hall.


    Without bnce, the Dragon yer eventually became the evil dragon.


    Attempting to enve the world.


    In the end, Julius Reed intervened, destroyed the Temple, but couldn’tpletely eradicate it.


    This timeline ispletely wrong.


    Unless there’s an issue with this dossier.


    ording to the dossier, this ce once was the Nether Hall, or a part of it.


    The Nether Hall should be simr to the Temple.


    The dossier is very heavy, with faint spiritual power fluctuations atop.


    As for the Evil Qi, Julius Reed has a guess.


    Likely those things inside the Nether Hall turned into Evil Qi after being killed.


    And coincidentally, Vincent Caldwell used this Evil Qi to set up an array, reenacting the changes of that year.


    A leader of the Nether Hall was eliminated or suppressed, and with Vincent Caldwell short on time, probably couldn’t escape, hence left this dossier.


    If the dossier is correct, then it’s my memory that’s faulty.


    Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance...


    This was a term used when the Temple was about to be crippled.


    And the Temple’s suppression of the Nether Hall was much earlier.


    "Damn Temple!" Julius Reed cursed aloud.


    Had it not been for this damn Temple, he wouldn’t be forced to sever his memories, and those mixed with Osher Reed’s memories just happen to fall within the key nodes when the Temple was overturned.


    He needs to find that painting, inquire about the past.


    Regardless of truth or falsehood, it’s a reference.


    Shadow Kims and the others were all blessed by the Temple with destiny, giving them their current capabilities.


    Naturally, it’s impossible for them to know what happened before.


    Now even Julius Reed doesn’t know where to find someone he can ask.


    It seems he himself is the longest living.


    Walking along the road ahead.


    Walked for an unknown amount of time.


    A door appeared before him.


    Recalling words on the dossier, Julius Reed pushed open the door.


    "Why are you here?" He saw Shadow Kims.


    Shadow Kims had a few dead subordinates, everyone was dining.


    "How... how did youe out of here?" Shadow Kims dropped the kung pao chicken from his mouth onto the ground, shockingly cing down his chopsticks: "You here?"


    "I..." Julius Reed walked out the door, closed it, and discovered it was the room Darin had stayed in previously, with the painting hanging.


    "How could this be?" Julius Reed was very surprised.


    If so, entering this door equals entering the Nether Hall just now.


    Though for Julius Reed, with the Dragon King Ring as an invincible weapon, there’s no danger to life.


    If an outsider goes in, or Julius Reed isn’t aware of the Dragon King Ring’s effect, there’s still significant danger.


    Switch to Shadow Kims.


    Probably the entire crew would dine together.


    After all, even a bird could injure him.


    "Fancy a bite?" Shadow Kims gestured, immediately someone brought a dish over.


    Quite sumptuous.


    Since a funeral includes a feast, the chefs of the Funeral Alliance are very skilled.


    Those less skilled were already sent away.


    "I’m not in the mood to eat, you guys eat." Julius Reed sped his hands behind his back, looking at the painting on the wall.


    "Ilia Danvers didn’te?" he asked.


    "Ilia Danvers didn’t daree." Shadow Kims grabbed Julius Reed’s hand, pushed open the door.


    Before their eyes was a gleaming golden wall.


    Behind the wall, a group from the Funeral Alliance and the Martial Arts Association stood by a golden box.


    A master was always ready behind them.


    Even if Ilia Danvers came to kill, they had a way.


    "As the saying goes, no matter how great one’s martial arts, one fears the kitchen knife." Shadow Kims smugly introduced: "See that? This golden wall is incredibly solid. Inside are bricks, and outside isyered with gold. Anything from the Temple can’t approach."


    As he said this, he pointed to a button: "See that? I’ve wired the gold with steel wires. If Ilia Danversunches an attack, I just press the button. The steel wire generates a massive current, even the Yellow Emperor would be numb!"


    He pressed the button.


    Zhi!


    A crackling sound rang out.


    The Funeral Alliance members leaning against the golden wall were all electrocuted.


    Dropping!


    Someone’s rice bowl fell.


    "Pope, stop feasting. I’m fed up..."


    They had been dining continuously, literally unable to eat anymore.


    But with the death of theirrades, as members of the Funeral Alliance, not handling it properly was really inconsiderate.


    "Pope, can’t afford the gift money anymore." The Martial Arts Association folks were also looking grim.


    "It’s alright, it’s alright." Shadow Kims also awkwardly pressed the green button, disabling the current. "I’ll treat, I’ll pay."


    "An error." Shadow Kims said to Julius Reed: "But you see, at least it proves our stuff works, right?"


    "Celebrate the funeral with joy." Julius Reed nodded, giving a thumbs-up: "Truly your style."


    Ignoring Shadow Kims, he walked to the wall and took down the painting.


    However, there were many people in the room, and outside was the golden wall, very inconvenient.


    Thinking about it, there’s only one safe ce.


    The door.


    Going in, there’s no danger anyway.


    The illusion can only appear once, the dossier is already in hand, inside is just an empty room.


    He took the painting, walked to the door.


    ’Don’t go in! No!!!! No! No! Don’t go in!!!’


    "No!!!!!! No no no no no!"


    "Come back quickly! Stop!"


    "Don’t go inside!"


    "Danger!!!"


    "Stop!!!! Quickly! Quickly stop!!!"


    Julius Reed didn’t notice the words on the painting.


    He pulled the door open and walked inside.


    Whoosh!


    The door closed.


    "Finished..."


    The painting had only these two words.


    Julius Reed picked up the painting, saw the two words, very surprised.


    "What’s going on?" he asked aloud.


    "We are already dead. You died; I will also be made nonexistent by you."


    Finally, a sentence appeared on the painting.


    Then nothing else.


    "What’s this mess?" Julius Reed frowned slightly.


    This is the best ce, after he asks what he wants from the painting, he’ll leave.


    But no matter how he threatens, the painting didn’t react.


    It really seemed to have vanished.


    Just a in piece of white paper.


    "If you don’te out soon, I’ll really destroy you."


    Julius Reed revealed Nether Fire.


    "Ha ha." Two words appeared on the painting, full of sarcasm.


    Julius Reed felt something was wrong.


    He looked up.


    The ce was no longer the Nether Hall!


    No longer empty!


    Before him, the sun was setting.


    A woman was rowing in theke.


    On thekeshore.


    Willows waved gently.


    The rippling water, lone sails far away.


    The woman asionally let out melodiousughter.


    White cranes flew overhead.


    Sunset glowed at the horizon.


    "What a beautiful scene." Julius Reed bowed his head.


    The painting revealed a sentence.


    ’Wait for your end.’