Li Baiyun's face was full of emotion as he said, "Junior Sister, Junior Brother, do you know that after coming to help us this time, you might not be able to return...? I had already stopped wanting to make it back alive, which was why I didn't plan to explain anything to you. But I never expected that would instead make you turn back..."
Pale-Colored Origin Lord sighed. "Senior Brother, space is exploding here now. Even we understand very clearly what's going to happen, so stop trying to dissuade us."
"Junior Sister, all this time, I've felt guilty toward you because of Senior Brother's matter. But did you know that back then, Senior Brother and I were as close as flesh and blood..." Li Baiyun shook his head, as if unwilling to recall the past.
"How exactly did Senior Brother die...?" Pale-Colored Origin Lord asked.
At that moment, because they had slain the Nine Sons' replicas, they had time to move while the replicas were being reborn, flying toward the core as they did so.
Along the way, this place was like the end of the world. Explosions raged everywhere, and spatial ruptures appeared without warning. The farther inward they went, the worse the situation became. Even Li Baiyun had been unable to calculate the instant a spatial passage would appear several times, causing cracks to split his abdomen open in midflight!
Everyone was covered in wounds. The farther they entered while moving at high speed, the more impossible it became to maintain that speed!
"The cultivation art Senior Brother practiced back then was inherently perilous, with certain hidden dangers within it. As his cultivation advanced, this condition grew increasingly severe. He usually appeared righteous and spoke with absolute conviction, but in truth, his current state was within a dream.