Venerable Tianxuan's question carried a trace of weariness and heaviness, yet concealed a final glimmer of hope. Like a stone cast into a placid lake, it sent layer upon layer of ripples through Chang Xiwen's heart.
He could not help turning to look at Chen Fei, as a faint yet stubborn flame of hope surged uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.
Although Chang Xiwen knew perfectly well that this hope was extraordinarily slim.
No matter how monstrous or gifted Chen Fei was, he was still only at the Mid-stage Sovereign Realm. Before a terrifying existence about to cross realms, whose strength was at the very least comparable to the Annihilation Venerable at his peak, Chen Fei's individual power was simply a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
But Chen Fei had gone to the Primal Continent, to the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds Training Ground, where the finest prodigies of All Heavens and Myriad Worlds gathered in legend.
That place possessed resources and methods beyond the imagination of Xuan Yu Realm cultivators.
Perhaps there truly was some method in the Training Ground that could resolve this Cataclysmic Disaster?
Under the complicated gazes of Venerable Tianxuan and Chang Xiwen, mingling anxiety, anticipation, and even the desperation of those struggling to survive—
Chen Fei slowly raised his head. His face still bore that reassuring steadiness and calm. His gaze swept over the two seniors before he finally nodded firmly.
"I do indeed have a method."
Chen Fei's voice was not loud, yet it was exceptionally clear and forceful, like lightning tearing through the heavy curtain of night.
"There really is a way?"
Almost the instant Chen Fei's words fell, Chang Xiwen's eyes lit up.
Even Venerable Tianxuan's dim face, darkened by his severe injuries, seemed to regain a trace of radiance.