After sorting through the chaotic thoughts in his mind,
Liu Di was left with countless questions.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over T8 in the sky before finally landing on T9.
T9 Continent was now close at hand. It was not very large, and the figure formed from black smoke nearly filled its entire surface.
From such a close distance, he looked like a stern, cold emperor seated upon a throne.
A moment later.
All the questions in Liu Di's mind merged into one final question—particles, consciousness, the universe... Liu Zhengqing, what exactly had you done?
Liu Di withdrew his gaze, his expression suddenly turning grave.
Taking Gu Fan's hand, he strode straight ahead.
"Liu Di."
Gu Fan slowed slightly, looking at the faintly visible red line beneath her feet. "You saw it too. Once those Death Warriors are disturbed, they unleash an invincible power. As long as they remain dormant, it's actually safe. But if we cross this line—"
Liu Di raised his head with a faint smile on his face, his gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of the 283 figures.
Then he lowered his head and glanced at Gu Fan, whose face was full of concern.
Magic Child also muttered in his mind, "Big Flying Ship..."
Liu Di chuckled. "Then let's go take a look at the spoils first?"
The two arrived beneath the tilted spacecraft. With a leap, they entered its interior through a crack.
It was very dark inside. Only the broken circuits occasionally spat out sparks, briefly illuminating the surroundings.
Shattered metal and fragments lay everywhere. A green liquid flowed from within the walls, growing thicker and thicker, almost freezing into icicles.
Gu Fan felt instinctively afraid.
But warmth flowed continuously from Liu Di's palm, calming her heart.
After passing through