The frail woman collapsed straight to the floor.
Li Qi was thunderstruck!
What kind of opening was this? Why not just have him born in a vocational school toilet?
Still, he could sense that his mother truly seemed terribly weak from caring for him.
She had given him life, and she had raised him.
Moreover, his surroundings were no illusion. He could determine that this spacetime definitely existed within the real universe. This was a "neutral zone," not something constructed by the demonic path.
Was it because the heart demons could not manage it?
Perhaps so.
Putting that aside, after Li Qi saw his mother fall unconscious, he immediately began saving himself.
Even if he really had been born in a vocational school toilet, he could not just wait to die, could he?
Besides, judging by his mother, she was probably only eighteen or nineteen.
Mm... she did not seem particularly educated either, and she had given birth out of wedlock, while her husband had died young.
Her lot in life was a little bitter.
No, that was wrong. She was his mother now. The one with the bitter fate was him.
A remarkably adult-like helpless smile appeared on Li Qi's little face.
He weighed his tiny arms and legs.
Standing up was out of the question. His muscles were too weak even to turn over; rolling around was difficult enough.
Then there was only one thing he could do.
That was—cry!
Li Qi sank his qi into his dantian, employed the breathing method he knew so well, shook sound waves, and adjusted their frequency.
The nature of sound waves was, in fact, the vibration of particles around their equilibrium positions along the direction of propagation. In other words, sound transmission was essentially the transfer of energy through a medium.