Space-time began to fracture, and time once again flowed steadily.
The Little Bi Xi in the eggshell sensed the obscure sky and became fearful again—this was the Epoch Disaster!
They will die! They will die!
In the past, to avoid the dangers brought by historical insights, Lu Yuan would have had to leave, but this time he picked up a handful of sand from the ground, sighed deeply, and said, "In the depths of your heart, do you choose to stay here forever? I ask you sincerely."
"This is my last time coming here."
"I have tried many, many times, and you still have not broken out of the shell. My spiritual power is nearly exhausted, and I can no longer attempt it again and again."
"Before this spiritual body can no longer hold on, I will wait here."
"If staying in the eggshell is your final answer, then I will respect your choice and never come here again."
The ghostly wind howled furiously as the coldness relentlessly seeped into the depths of his soul.
