The Psychic of Sky City
Two thousand years ago, the emperor slew the dragon in the wilds, ushering in the era of mankind. From that day forth, whenever evil dragons ravaged the land, heroes would always rise to answer the call. And so, as the years drifted by, the world of humans finally found peace. But at the turn of the century, the sudden and inexplicable emergence of superpowered individuals stirred unprecedented chaos. To contain them, mankind built sanctuaries in the sky—cities upon the backs of colossal dragons. Thus was born the Celestial City. On a certain spring day, Gongsun Ce, who had just entered university half a year prior, encountered a mysterious hunter claiming to be a Reaper of Law. "Wait, you can actually do something like that?!" "Of course. After all, I am a superpowered being." And so, a youthful tale of supernatural powers, campus romance, and comedic battles unfolds! (P.S. An alternative title, reminiscent of the earlier style: "It Seems the Superpowered Just Want a Peaceful Life in the Celestial City.")
The Psychic of Sky City
He found himself engulfed in mist, the world around him shrouded in shades of gray and white. Through the haze, he could barely make out ancient contours—shapes reminiscent of castles from a forgotten age, yet tinged with the audacity of modern artistry. It seemed that colossal structures were linked together, each crowned with a spire that pierced the heavens, each clad in the same pallid hue as the mist that surrounded them.
His mind was blank.
He could recall nothing, think of nothing, nor understand why he existed in this place.
The enigmatic mist curled at his feet, silent as it rose, clinging to his skin. With every tendril that wrapped around him, his body grew fainter; with every movement of the fog, his thoughts dulled further.
He remained oblivious to it all.
Squinting, he tried to see the scene more clearly, straining to pierce the fog and grasp its entirety.
At last, from the empty depths of his mind, he unearthed a shattered fragment of memory. By then, the gray-white had already crept up to his neck; most of his body was gone, leaving only a solitary head and half of his right arm suspended in air—a truly absurd sight.
"...Su..."
He murmured, raising his lone right hand and pushing forward.
Invisible power surged forth, cleaving through the sea of gray-white. Before him, a lucid pathway opened. On either side, the mist rolled and crashed against unseen barriers, unable to advance, retreating like waves breaking in vain against rocky shores.
His body regained solidity as the gray-white rec
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