Within the Lord of Love's Golden Dream, Chu Ling's consciousness had been perfectly preserved. The Array Box was where she had been born.
And this place could be considered the Array Box's birthplace.
Gu Shen watched as that curled-up cluster of Mental Radiance was drawn into the Lord of Love's chest. The heart he had been holding finally settled, though only halfway, because he knew this was not over yet.
Just as the Lord of Love had said.
There were two ways to save Chu Ling. One was to create a second Deep Sea.
The second was to find a "body" that belonged to Chu Ling.
Because Chu Ling's consciousness had originated from the Lord of Love's gift, her mind was considered to share the same origin as the Lord of Love's. She could temporarily reside within this body, but what about later?
This body had already endured a thousand years.
For an extraordinary person to become a new leader, it was not enough to receive the Gospel Box's blessing. They also needed the recognition of the other leaders.
Chu Ling gave a bitter smile. Weak logic? Logic?
Mr. Turing had established eighteen seats.
"At the beginning of the disaster, a thousand years later, someone wanted to flee." The place where Chu Ling had survived for more than seventy years had become an oasis.
Within the Golden Dream, countless threads pieced themselves together, intertwined, floated, and condensed into a tiny bullet.
The extraordinary powers of this world would inevitably be severed by this sword. The Lord of Love extended her palm.
"The Gospel Box!" Whoosh!
Because there was only one Gospel Box.
"This thing was called the 'Gospel Box' in our time." Fleeing was for the sake of preserving their homeland.
Chu Ling froze.
But the Five Continents were now