When Ma Ran mentioned "you," Time Supreme Mo Xing could still remain hidden in the darkness, concealing his presence and clinging to a sliver of hope.
But after he said those words, Mo Xing could no longer continue pretending to be dead.
In the pitch-black vacuum, lines of light in various colors flowed, interwove, and tangled together. The Vacuum Sprites that had already died revived one after another, emitting eerie sounds—words Zhu Ding had spoken while he was still alive. They sounded like old audio being played backward, fragmented and exceptionally terrifying.
A transparent humanoid outline gradually took shape in front of Ma Ran.
Drops of ink-black liquid slowly condensed, filling the outline.
Before long, the figure of a young man appeared. He wore a silver-white suit brimming with futuristic style, a pure-black crown on his head, and sneakers on his feet.
His mismatched outfit combined ancient, modern, and futuristic styles. It was strikingly individualistic and completely out of place amid everything around him, as though he did not belong to this era at all.
"You should be that Time Supreme, then?"
Ma Ran looked at Mo Xing with a half-smile. After sizing him up, he gave a slight nod. "I know your name."
"Mo Xing."
"It sounds very poetic, full of charm."
"And compared with Zhu Ding, your personality is much more cautious."
"I can sense that your ability to preserve your life is no weaker than Chi Xiao's. Yet after hearing the warning, you chose to withdraw immediately and sent only a Thought Avatar here."
Unlike the previous Reincarnation Supreme, Chi Xiao, Mo Xing was handsome and impossible to place as male or female. His eyes were youthful, passionate, and weathered all at once. His contradictory aura left a deep first impression.
After hearing Ma Ran's words, Mo