Bao Zi thought Lin Zhen had been overwhelmed by grief and was talking nonsense.
After all, once a divine infant collapsed, death was inevitable. Let alone Lin Zhen, even a Dominator-level powerhouse present here would be unable to reverse it.
Bao Zi tried to persuade him. "Big Brother, don't be like this. We Martial Artists have lived for so many years and witnessed countless lives and deaths. Things like this are actually quite common."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhen suddenly rose to his feet and raised one hand high.
High above the sky, the massive Ten Thousand Ren Mountain appeared once more.
Around Lin Zhen, intense spatial energy began to surge.
The Quasi-Dominators who had thought the battle was over and had approached to offer congratulations, consolation, or curry favor with Lin Zhen had barely drawn close before they were forced back in disarray by this power.
Rolling spatial tides swept outward wildly.
Under the gravitational pressure of Ten Thousand Ren Mountain, a spatial domain was taking shape!
Bao Zi was not truly a child. Having lived for over four billion years, he had long become vastly experienced, and he knew that Lin Zhen possessed the ability to wield spatial energy within the Three Great Forbidden Zones.
This was Lin Zhen's unique ability. No one else could do it.
But Bao Zi felt it was meaningless. So what if he enveloped Kui Hua Hen's divine infant, which was on the verge of collapse, within Different Dimension Space? It would still collapse when it was meant to collapse.
Once a divine infant truly collapsed, no power could restore it.
Thus, Bao Zi shook his head and sighed heavily, thinking about how he should persuade his big brother once he failed.
But at that moment, something that shocked him happened.