At the pinnacle of the planes, theoretically the highest point of all heavens, nothing should have existed above it.
Yet, as Xiao Mo had said, the pinnacle of the planes was merely a name. This seemingly ordinary stone platform actually contained twice as many source points as the source point that transformed all heavens.
Kurumi completely relaxed. She no longer wanted to think about anything else.
If she won, becoming an eternal existence would be fine.
If she lost, then so be it.
Even if all of this was a script designed by the other party, it did not matter.
"Don't be nervous. This is just a little game. Even if you lose, you can still live here and quietly grow old."
Kurumi remained silent. Everything belonged to the other party. She was one of countless creations born after Mo Xiao had become bored beyond measure. Before her, two beings had arrived at the pinnacle of the planes. Obviously, both had failed.
She was the third.
From Mo Xiao's words, she could tell that even losers could live well here until they grew old. Kurumi did not doubt that. The moment she stepped onto the pinnacle of the planes without the support of source points, she became like an ordinary human, possessing only a hundred years of lifespan.
A hundred years? For either Mo Xiao or Xiao Mo, even a nap would last longer than that. Calling it the span of a blink would be giving "a hundred years" far too much credit.
From the perspective of luck, she had a fifty percent chance of winning and a fifty percent chance of losing.
But what would the result be...
"Xiao Mo, tell her the rules of this game."
Kurumi listened attentively. Mo Xiao had said it was "simple," but she