When 'God' Decides To Start Over-Chapter 740 - 298: Cabin in the Rain

"What the hell is that?" Under the prolonged lightning, Li Xiu caught a glimpse of two eerie figures within the clouds, seemingly standing among them.

One in black, the other in white, their bodies resembling humans, but their faces were ghastly like fierce ghosts. The black-clad figure held a black rod, and the person in white draped a white cloth over their shoulder, peering down from the clouds, seemingly fixated on Li Xiu.

As the lightning flashed and disappeared, Li Xiu lost sight of them, but the images of those two creatures were etched into his mind, especially their eyes, much larger than a human’s, giving them an exceedingly strange proportion.

But that wasn’t the main reason they left a deep impression on Li Xiu; it was the expression in those eyes, cold, evil, and bloodthirsty, like beasts eyeing their prey, that made even Li Xiu feel uncomfortable.

Another bolt of lightning illuminated the clouds, and Li Xiu looked again at where those figures had appeared, only to see nothing there; the clouds were empty, as if there had never been anything.

Li Xiu frowned slightly, having no time to ponder, and continued to charge forward in the rain on the Masked Emperor.

The world seemed to be draped in curtains of beads, as Li Xiu accelerated continuously through the rain, pushing the speed of the Masked Emperor to its limits. The exhaust and Light Flame sprayed from either side sent the water splashing in all directions, and where the wheels passed, the water dispersed like unfolding lotus leaves.

Rumble!

The thunder above grew louder, the dark clouds seemed almost close enough to touch Li Xiu’s head, hanging thick and heavy, nearly ready to drip down.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in front of Li Xiu’s eyes. The black-clad, rod-wielding creature was now standing not far ahead.

With the rain obscuring his view, Li Xiu only noticed it when he was almost upon the shadow.

It was too late to brake; at such speed, and with the ground covered in water, turning would likely cause a crash, even with the Masked Emperor’s side flames for support.

Unable to steer and too late to brake, Li Xiu made a split-second decision; lifting his rear off the seat, legs slightly bent, hands pulling up, he made the Masked Emperor lift its nose and soar into the sky, leaping over the shadow’s head.

The motorcycle landed heavily on the ground, the wheels slipping and shaking uncontrollably, but Li Xiu clung tightly to the handlebars, forcing the Masked Emperor to stay upright.

But just after landing, Li Xiu’s face turned grim, as the white-clad creature, unnoticed, was standing right in front of him.

The Masked Emperor’s drop point was less than two meters from the white-clad creature, rushing towards it in an instant.

Despite Li Xiu’s reflexive abilities, he had no better solution then; the Masked Emperor hadn’t even stabilized yet, leaving no time for any adjustments.

Gritting his teeth, Li Xiu tightened his grip on the handlebars and aimed the Masked Emperor straight at the white-clad creature.

The anticipated collision didn’t happen; Li Xiu and his bike passed right through, as if the white-clad creature was just an illusion, not a tangible existence.

After passing through, Li Xiu instinctively turned back, only to find nothing where the white-clad creature was, just the relentless downpour continuing to fall.

Li Xiu frowned slightly, gritting his teeth as he rode forward.

After riding for a while, Li Xiu noticed something seemed amiss; despite the distance he’d covered, he hadn’t seen a single Sword Casting Workshop.

Along this route, he should have seen several Sword Casting Workshops; even if some were too far to see in the rain, one should have been on his way back, one he should have reached by now, but he hadn’t seen a thing.

"This isn’t right!" Li Xiu kept riding, his sense of distance and direction was keen; even with no visible references, he couldn’t have taken the wrong path, giving him an uneasy premonition.

After riding a bit further, not seeing any more black or white-clad creatures, Li Xiu stopped, retracted the Masked Emperor, and stood in the rain, observing all around.

According to his judgment, he should have reached the workshop location by now, yet there was nothing there.

"Could it be an Illusion Realm?" Li Xiu immediately dismissed that thought; with his Spiritual Sense, he would have recognized it if this were an Illusion Realm.

This definitely wasn’t an Illusion Realm, but for some reason, the Sword Casting Workshop, which should have been there, was missing.

"What on earth is happening?" Li Xiu looked up at the clouds sporadically flashing with lightning, watching countless raindrops fall from the sky and hit him, soaking his close-fitting clothing.

Crack!

Another thunderclap rang out, sounding almost directly beside Li Xiu’s ears, nearly deafening him.

Covering his ears, Li Xiu lowered his head, shaking the water from his face, but when he looked up again, he was startled; the white-clad creature’s ghostly pale face was right before him, nearly face to face.

Li Xiu pushed off sharply with his toes, exerting a powerful force to spring back three zhang (about 10 meters) away.