To Li Qingmeng, the King of Light was both unfamiliar and familiar. The secret lay in her connection to parallel spacetime.
Indeed, that spacetime battlefield from back then had long been obliterated by the years, yet traces of it remained. She had obtained some of them, and had even gained no small benefit as a result.
She clearly remembered that in that parallel spacetime, the other party had been an utterly invincible, kingly super-beauty—so strong she had no friends.
How had she become like this now?!
Was Zhao Xiaoxiang doing this deliberately, or intentionally?!
Could it be that she was actually Nuwa's descendant, born with the "Light of Intelligence Reduction"?
Still, that did not seem like a bad thing...
Li Qingmeng's gaze abruptly deepened.
Suppressing her thoughts, Li Qingmeng looked toward the sky. The illusory shadow of the hollow in the heavens did not fade with the thinning daylight, nor did it become any clearer. At a glance, it resembled some eternal thing that neither increased nor diminished, forever existing.
Yet in truth, the phantom was continuously becoming clearer, only at an extremely slow pace. Over ten thousand years, its clarity had not increased by even one percent.
Looking at the vortex, Li Qingmeng said, "What gears of fate? This is a school—a middle school, at that. It's precisely the age when young people's hearts are at their most restless. If you stay here, you'll run into this sort of thing three to five times a month, easy."
"If every self-destruction produced a Grand Celestial Venerable, Celestial Venerables would be walking the streets by now..."
"That makes sense. I overlooked that!"
"Maybe not everyone is born with an innate self-destruction sacred body..."
"No, wait. This young man really does have a bit of fortune about him!"
"The trial of love