"Letting my mom carry this around with her—aren't you afraid she'll suddenly get the urge to blow up the River of Time? I'm telling you, my mom really would do something like that. No one knows a mother better than her son."
In Chen Luo's impression, there was nothing his mom wouldn't do.
"..."
"Alright, alright. I'm taking this." After greeting Little Nine, Chen Luo directly picked up the Time Source Crystal.
"Tsk, tsk. It really is a family heirloom. Even I wouldn't dare touch it, yet you can pick it up so casually. The World Consciousness is so generous. I really want to become an agent of the World Consciousness." Little Nine still could not suppress her envy.
To Little Nine, this Time Source Crystal was equivalent to the Primordial Purple Qi from mythological prehistoric tales.
In prehistoric novels, once saints obtained the Primordial Purple Qi and became saints, they essentially became puppets of the Heavenly Dao. Yet even so, no one was willing to give it up, right?
And being a puppet of the World Consciousness versus being a puppet of the Heavenly Dao—just hearing it, the former sounded freer.
Agents even had a chance to come into contact with things beyond the world. Wasn't that better than becoming a Heavenly Emperor?
Plop. Chen Luo tossed the finger-length, diamond-shaped Time Source Crystal into a cup of water.
"Tsk, so you do know how to use the Time Source Crystal." Seeing this, Little Nine was somewhat disappointed.
If Chen Luo did not know how to use it, perhaps she could have gotten some Time River Water as a freebie.
The usage of the Time Source Crystal was simple. To draw Time River Water with it, there was no need to make it into a container, because it itself was