The Great Universe is becoming increasingly bleak, and Lu Yu can barely feel the oppressive will of the Great Universe on himself.
The time-space wormhole in front of Lu Yu disappeared, and the Faceless Ones dispatched by his alter ego were almost entirely recalled.
Only two or three remained in the vast starry sky, searching for the remaining figures at the realm of the Saint Ancestor.
Lu Yu discovered that those Saint Ancestor realm figures who did not participate in the demon war generally had lower-mid level strength.
They were the sort who were neither lacking nor excelling.
Perhaps this sense of strength gave them the mindset that they could avoid battle and survive this catastrophe.
The more people gain, the more they fear losing it. They probably had this mindset.
Suddenly, Lu Yu turned his head to the side, as a time-space wormhole that had already closed reopened.
Out of the wormhole stepped a young man with white hair and purple eyes.
