Luo Chuan felt that Yao Ziyan had been somewhat lazy lately. She seemed to have begun following the life creed of "do not do what is unnecessary; simplify what is necessary."
Could it be that he possessed some sort of salted-fish aura, the kind that could even affect gods?
Of course, Luo Chuan was more inclined to believe that her experiences in Dragon Country during this period had left Yao Ziyan struggling to accept them.
She needed time to properly process and understand it all.
After all, Yao Ziyan had been born and raised on Tianlan Continent.
To suddenly learn the truth connected to the world and still remain as calm as ever—her capacity for acceptance was already strong enough.
A passage leading to the System Space appeared.
Yao Ziyan watched Luo Chuan's figure disappear, then raised her head to look at the night sky again.
Countless stars dotted the heavens, their starlight brilliant and splendid.
How many years had this river of stars existed?
Since time immemorial, they had been there, watching the changes of the world while carrying the dreams and hopes of countless ordinary people.
And the one who had created all of this?
Where was she?
Yao Ziyan lay down and continued gazing at the stars.
Sleepiness washed over her, and she slowly closed her eyes.
A quiet, gentle, soothing atmosphere enveloped her.
Like an elder sister, and like a mother.
When Luo Chuan arrived in the System Space, what he saw was the daily scene that inevitably unfolded there.
Soul Lock and Black Scale were butting heads again.
Rolling black mist surged as insect limbs and octopus-like tentacles strangled and sliced at each other, tearing and severing their opponent apart.
Enormous eyeballs emitted gray deathly light, and everything in its path was utterly "killed."