Across the floating, desolate land, a figure lay on a rock. He rested his head on his folded hands, with an open History of the Roman Empire spread over his face...snoring away.
At that moment, a Void Origin Demon resembling a centipede quietly crawled over from the ground...Suddenly, the centipede-like Void Origin Demon straightened its body, reaching a height of fifty or sixty meters!
The person snoring on the rock was as tiny as an ant before the Void Origin Demon!
Just as the Void Origin Demon opened its sharp mouthparts and prepared to bite the person on the rock to pieces, a streak of golden light suddenly shot down from above!
At the same time, the man sleeping with the history book over his face extended his palm. His fingers formed a sword seal and gently swept through the air. The descending golden light seemed to come alive, spinning rapidly, and in an instant sliced the Void Origin Demon into dozens of pieces.
The demon's severed remains fell in pieces. Only then did the man stretch and sit up. The book slid naturally into his hand, and he closed it.
The golden light also returned to the man's side, transforming into the shape of an ordinary door lock.
"Emmm...A week hasn't passed yet, right?"
Da Zhe.
Time wasn't measured in the Dimensional Rift...Even though Da Zhe silently counted the numbers in his heart, he had no idea whether a week had passed outside—or at least in the world of Sub-world 003, where he had been.
Or had only a few minutes passed over there?
"Da Zhe."
Suddenly, a voice that nearly brought tears of emotion to Da Zhe's eyes quietly sounded behind him...Da Zhe hurriedly stood up, turned around, and called out with high spirits, "Boss! What brings you