Fu Qing, not far away, had been wrapped into a giant "mouse ball."
His screams grew fainter and fainter.
Holding three Space Urns, Liu Di looked at the Mole King beside him.
"Rizzaro."
"There's something I don't understand."
"You have a treasure in your stomach that can dig through space, but your tribesmen shouldn't have treasures in their stomachs. Why can they also tunnel through wormholes?"
"Fu Qing."
Liu Di paused. "My teacher said that your race once specialized in clearing paths for other creatures."
"Benefactor Liu Di."
"You don't know this, but I accidentally swallowed the Sacred Object bead while eating."
Liu Di froze slightly. "Hm?"
The Mole King said, "At first, I thought it was an impurity."
Liu Di: "Hm?!"
"But please don't be angry. That doesn't mean the Sacred Object isn't precious. It must have been guidance bestowed upon our race by the unseen cosmos. We are merely too foolish to comprehend it yet."
Liu Di frowned at the small bead in his hand. "What do you mean by eating? How could you eat something and end up with an impurity like this?!"
The Mole King swept his gaze over his people. "Our ability to dig through space relies entirely on eating. Let me calculate it. You arrived at just the right time."
The Eight-armed Mole's tiny eyes lit up. "It's been three thousand five hundred years. The time has come for our entire race to feed—today, very soon."
As soon as it spoke.
The Eight-armed Moles across the entire planet suddenly froze, and even the enormous mouse ball stopped rolling.
All the Eight-armed Moles seemed to be listening closely as they turned their heads toward the depths of the universe.
Liu Di also looked in that direction.
At that moment.
Magic Child received a special superluminal