Chapitre 631: Chapter 631: Prophecy and the Spatiotemporal Coordinates Laboratory (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Passes)

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Main World · Westlank

Rodan time, eight in the morning, the early sun shone between towering mountains.

The roaring helicopter, carrying the gale, rushed over the lush forests, and scattered leaves crossed the boundary of trees and yellow earth, falling among rolling stones and sand.

In this area of crisscrossing primeval forests, there stood an abrupt flat area.

And in the very center of this flat area, a young man wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans with spectacles sat in front of an unfolded table, stirring the coffee in his cup all by himself.

The huge helicopter slowly landed on the flattest ground among the stones and sand.

A man with a gentle and refined appearance jumped down from the helicopter,

carrying a long wooden box in his arms, he quickly walked up to the table, "Although I've seen this place many times in photos, arriving here is still somewhat surprising."