Saint Ning Ye

A dazzling, multicolored river formed from countless array patterns gathered across the sky. Fragments of array patterns were continuously cut from the river, then pieced together into new array patterns.

The new array pattern broke away from the river and descended before Murong. This was merely one small array pattern within the Sea of Desire; afterward, there would be trillions upon trillions of composite array patterns.

Zhou Hao watched the array patterns flow around the spacecraft for a long while without coming back to his senses. Only when the two little ones, Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian, wanted to fly into the river of array patterns did he snap awake and hastily grab them back.

"Mom is busy. You can't go make trouble, understand?" he said earnestly to the two little ones, Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian.

Although going over there would not affect Murong's editing of the array patterns, it was still better not to run around.

The two little ones, Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian, seemed to understand. They obediently stayed by Zhou Hao's side and went nowhere, merely staring curiously at the river of array patterns above.

Seeing this, Zhou Hao smiled faintly and affectionately rubbed their heads with both hands. "Mm, now that's more like it!"

He brought Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian onto the spacecraft's deck, then activated the spacecraft and continued on their journey.

On a certain black-and-red plane,

"Damn it! The avatar I painstakingly raised is about to die at that woman's hands again!" Saint Ning Ye slammed his palm onto the armrest of his blood-red chair, instantly reducing the chair to powder.

Undying Ning Ye was also his avatar. It was precisely because Undying Ning Ye had died that he had painfully created another avatar. Yet this one had not even