Zhao Han then asked the Seed of Narration, "You'll get the Source Crystal soon. Can you tell me how to save Uncle now?"
"Sure. Just ask Little Illusion," the Seed of Narration said casually.
"..." Zhao Han froze.
She was a little bewildered.
Something seemed off.
If that was the case, couldn't she have just asked Little Illusion for help from the start?
That way, all she needed to do was agree to lend the Strange Seed to Little Illusion. But now, she had borrowed a Source Crystal from Little Illusion for the Seed of Narration, and still had to ask Little Illusion again.
What else could she do? She could only awkwardly ask once more.
Fortunately, Little Illusion was truly magnanimous. She said generously, "That's easy. Just double the time you lend it to me for play. Also, you'll have to be the lead in future dramas."
Zhao Han understood. The other party intended to use an illusion to save her uncle.
But illusions worked best on ordinary people. Would they still work on a Strange Seed Grandmaster like her uncle?
Somewhere in the chaotic, dreamlike, multicolored Origin Realm.
A green Strange Seed was circling back and forth around a white Strange Seed.
Upon closer inspection, both Strange Seeds had a faint white thread extending from them, leading in the same direction.
"What do you want?" the white Strange Seed asked fearfully.
It sensed a power of destruction and devouring from the other party.
And the gap in strength between them was far too great. One was an adult, while the other was merely a cricket.
"I've always wondered: how do you prophecy-type fellows make predictions?" the green Strange Seed asked.
"Oh, it's simple. Some existence out there inadvertently leaks certain information, and we happen to pick it