Chen Fusheng sat on the ground, easing the discomfort in his heart.
Was the Pure Yang Continent wandering through the universe, carrying countless vast stars along with it?
Why did this feel like doomsday romance...
Just how powerful were the enemies that they could force the Pure Yang Continent to wander for five million years without reaching the end even now?
He found it absurd, but it was the truth.
Chen Fusheng sighed with emotion. So they had been wandering through the pitch-black heavens all along.
Chen Fusheng thought of what the gourd had said. The fundamental problem of the Pure Yang Continent was that it had always been in motion.
This was an alternative form of escape, carrying countless stars along with it. Yet throughout the escape, the countless trillions of living beings dwelling inside remained completely unaware.
Then the reason the Sovereigns had vanished was—no!
They had not vanished. They had accidentally been left behind. They could not catch up with the Pure Yang Continent!
Chen Fusheng could not imagine the sight of a group of Sovereigns striding along on their long legs, frantically chasing the Pure Yang Continent, only to run until they coughed blood and still fail to catch it...
Perhaps they had fallen behind long ago and could never see the Pure Yang Continent again.
"Is the future really beautiful?"
Pure Yang Spirituality was sentimental. As the Civilization Spirituality, he desperately wished for civilization to develop for the better.
If civilization perished, he would die permanently.
Therefore, he was extremely willing to see countless Civilization Seeds born within civilization. They could rely on him as they grew, and when they became powerful in the future, they could nourish him in return.
Civilization Spirituality was like a loving mother, but also like a starving child crying