At the edge of Peng Ge Continent.
The countless "glass shards" in Deep Space suddenly shattered and vanished. Deep space returned to its original state; space no longer manifested itself. There seemed to be nothing there but the void.
Liu Di woke from his flow state, and The Right Eye erupted with brilliant light.
Like an immortal entering meditation, a single thought had taken a year to contemplate.
Liu Di slowly turned his head.
Beside him stood a down-and-out scholar, his face covered in stubble, his body gaunt and skeletal. His clothes were wrinkled and caked with dust.
Perhaps because he had wept too much, the dirt on his chest had clumped into little lumps, hanging there like a bunch of grapes.
The ribs of his paper fan were covered in cracks as well, and the character "Literature" had split into pieces.
The scholar saw Liu Di awaken.
Like an old man who had squatted at the village entrance for a hundred years, his cracked lips began to tremble—more and more violently.
"Uh..."
A hoarse sound came from his throat, as though he had only a final trace of strength left. "Motherfucker, you finally woke up."
"You spent a whole year thinking. Fine, whatever. But you could've at least left me some food."
"I called you thousands of times, and you never heard me."
"Over the past month, I felt like I nearly died 666 times."
Liu Di stared at him. "Senior, stop pretending."
Fu Qing's body suddenly stiffened. He felt that Liu Di's eyes had changed. They seemed able to peer straight into one's heart, see through all falsehoods, and confront the essence of things directly.
Liu Di said, "Senior Fu Qing, I've seen the reproductive ability of your Titan Insectoid Race. You can produce tens of thousands of