Inside the space bubble.
Old Jiang sucked in a sharp breath. "My god, Earth is about to collapse."
Bulin stared wide-eyed. "Old Jiang, you and that crow mouth!"
Old Jiang clicked his tongue. "No matter what, at least he can't keep destroying that high-dimensional summoning."
The Little Bear doll in Bulin's arms instantly turned into a brick and flew into the back of Old Jiang's head with a thud.
"Old Jiang! He can't keep destroying it because he's dead! Summon my ass!"
Old Jiang paid it no mind. "Don't panic, don't panic. I'm here. Let me take another look at that kid's futures!"
"Look at my ass!"
"Save him already!"
A brick appeared in Bulin's hand again.
Old Jiang grinned and held up one finger. "Of course we'll save him. But on one condition: from now on, Bulin, you can't call me Old Jiang. You have to call me Dr. Jiang."
"Quit talking nonsense, Old Jiang!"
Though Old Jiang said that, the bubble beneath their feet had already shot toward Earth at high speed.
Within the River of Time.
The figure with the universe behind him stood concealed in radiance, quietly watching the severed Liu Di.
He knew that the kid's consciousness had shattered. He was dead.
Yet the figure felt neither sorrow nor joy, devoid of any emotion. When humans tossed an empty beverage bottle into a trash can, how could they possibly feel any emotional fluctuation?
When one had seen through space-time, countless lives were but the flick of a finger.
Who would weep for a shattered speck of dust?
Let alone one Liu Di—even if Earth shattered, it would still be dust.
He slowly turned, preparing to leave with the universe beneath his feet.
"Eshi, stop right there."
A colorful bubble slowly descended, Old Jiang's long robe