"Mm."
Weisheng Moran said nothing more and turned to leave.
Leaving behind Huan Jingyuan's empty Astral God Origin, silent for a long, long time.
At last, he murmured, "Then... I'll live another two hundred years and see."
On the other side of the Mechdragon.
Li Tianming emerged from the Void Universe Astral Manifestation.
In truth, while she had been speaking with Huan Jingyuan just now, Li Tianming had been watching from nearby.
"How do you feel?" Weisheng Moran asked.
"You were right. My path to rise is not one of racial extermination. The Primordial Chaos Clan also has many friends of mine, and many people with good intentions. So long as they are willing to walk the same path as me, I'll give them a chance," Li Tianming said.
"Mhm." Weisheng Moran nodded, her eyes gazing at Li Tianming with a trace of infatuation. Perhaps it was precisely Li Tianming's ideals and courage that had drawn her in.
"Then I'll dismantle the barrier first," Weisheng Moran said.
"Thanks for your hard work!" Li Tianming gently caressed her cheek.
"It wasn't hard. Every day by your side has meaning," Weisheng Moran said softly.
"Touching!"
Li Tianming swept her up in his arms, his mood exceptionally good.
After all, they now had a two-hundred-year buffer.
Just as he was about to reward her, Silver Dust suddenly informed him, "Something, happened!"
"What?"
Li Tianming froze for a moment. The enemies on the Divine Tomb Throne had basically been wiped out, Huan Jingyuan had been persuaded, and Mo Yu Lingtian was leading the Thirteen Primordial Chaos Military Prefectures in swearing to follow him to the death. How could there still be trouble?
"What is it?" Li Tianming asked.
"Cosmic, warship! Yuanhao, people, arrived!" Silver Dust said in a cold voice.
"Fuck, what perfect