Bai Yujun floated near the wind layer.
Gravity was nearly nonexistent. Her jet-black hair drifted wildly, and even her skirt had lost its weight.
She slowly turned around. She increasingly loved the riotous colors of living worlds, but unfortunately, after countless Meteor Showers fell, the land was a sight of devastation—dense scars large and small, along with ashes suspended high in the sky, blocking out the sunlight.
Even though Bai Yujun had dealt with the largest meteorite, she had still been too late.
The drifting dust would cast the world into a dim, frigid winter. Vast numbers of plants would die first, followed by all manner of living creatures dependent on green plants—animals, insects, including Water Creatures...
Bai Yujun did not want to watch living beings slowly die before her very eyes.
The Little Broken Ball World was growing.
As it constantly became larger, it needed more living creatures. The present moment was perfect.
Rather than turn a blind eye and watch the living beings that had escaped the Meteor Shower die off in huge numbers within a short time, she might as well do something to allow these lives, so scarce in the universe, to endure.
Perhaps many people believed there were so many worlds that the deaths of a few living beings meant nothing.
In truth, they were all wrong.
Bai Yujun, who had once drifted and wandered through the void, understood this well.
Compared to the endless void, worlds containing life were still far too few, like water sources in a desert—priceless beyond measure. Other powerful beings might not care, but Bai Yujun did.
She sighed wearily.
Above the heavens, it was quiet and cold. Her long hair and white dress floated as she silently waited for her heart to gradually cool.
She remained there for about