At this point, there was no undoing it. They could only do everything in their power.
Su Hao was a relatively rational person. He knew that saying more now was useless; finding a way to solve the problem was what truly mattered.
But no matter how he calculated it, the conclusion remained the same: twenty years later, the giant planet would crash into the Cultivation Star, and the cultivation civilization would be extinguished.
Two paths lay before Su Hao. One was to stake everything on stopping the giant asteroid from striking the planet, even if it cost him his life. The other was to take Ashan and a few close companions aboard the unfinished Soar Spaceship, flee the Cultivation Star, drift rootlessly through the universe, and endure for decades or perhaps a century until their energy and supplies ran out and they perished.
There are still twenty years. That isn't short! Su Hao calculated inwardly. A great many things could still be done with the time remaining.
At a time like this, there was nothing to choose. He would not flee simply because he clung to those extra hundred years.
He had caused this world crisis himself. Though it could not be undone, he ought to bear some responsibility for it.
The emotions in his heart had faded somewhat, but that did not mean his bottom line was gone.
At worst, he would die. After countless years, he would be a fine man again.
So long as he could keep living, one day he would be able to crush every crisis and disaster aimed at him into dust.
I am still Su Hao. No matter what, I cannot disgrace myself.
They said a miserable life was better than a good death, and he agreed with that saying. But when truly