After confirming that the Cultivation World was shrinking, Ling Tian became even more certain of his original conjecture, and his heart grew heavier with worry. Hua Min'er and the others had also learned of Ling Tian's suspicion. They were all utterly shocked, and from the worried look on Ling Tian's face, they knew he had no way to resolve the Cultivation World's current predicament either.
"Ling Tian, now I understand why you cared so much about those Space Rifts," Yao Yu said, forcing a faint smile. "At least we've already made the entire Cultivation World pay attention to the places where Space Rifts appear. We've sealed quite a few over the years, too."
"That's right, Brother Tian. This isn't something we can handle, and worrying about it won't help," Hua Min'er said, trying to comfort him. "Our cultivation is still low. Maybe once we grow stronger, we'll find a way."
Though he knew the two women were only trying to comfort him, Ling Tian still felt a warmth in his heart. He chuckled softly. "That's right. Anyway, the Cultivation World won't collapse for hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer. We still have plenty of time to find a solution."
Hua Min'er and the others could hear the self-comfort in his words and sighed inwardly, but they said nothing.
"Ling Tian, it's not that there's no way to solve this problem," Po Tian suddenly said. Seeing the delighted expressions on their faces, he continued, "But there's no way you can solve it now. Your cultivation is too low."
"As long as there's a way, that's enough. Po Tian, tell me quickly, so I'll know how to prepare!" Ling Tian pressed eagerly.
"Heh, the Cultivation World's collapse is a trend no one can stop. What you care about is the