Butterfly Effect

Faint world lines drifted around System.

System knew that as long as he touched one of those world lines, he would obtain clues related to the Primordial World.

However, System did not touch it right away. Instead, he mocked Zhang Wuji, "I told you not to run around causing trouble. Now look, you've brought disaster down on us, haven't you?"

Although Zhang Wuji's body had recovered somewhat, he was clearly still seriously injured, coughing incessantly before System.

Zhang Wuji frowned tightly between coughs.

By sensing Zhang Wuji's emotions, System knew that he was filled with immense regret and self-blame—especially after System's jab.

"I..."

Zhang Wuji wanted to say something, but in the end, he merely opened his mouth without uttering a word.

The Primordial World was on the eve of its fourth great calamity, so such a situation was hardly unexpected. Still, Zhang Wuji bore undeniable responsibility for rashly going there.

And with Zhang Wuji's current strength, he clearly could not shake the great Saints of the Primordial World.

There was simply nothing he could do.

Unlike System's many subordinates, Zhang Wuji had always regarded System as a partner. Thus, he could not kneel before System and weepingly beg as System's subordinates would.

System could feel Zhang Wuji's inner conflict and helplessness.

Without promising Zhang Wuji anything, System shook his head slightly and finally touched that faint black thread.

Perhaps only by learning more about the Primordial World through the world line would he know how he ought to respond to Zhang Wuji's request.

This touch of the world line did not directly bring System any information. It merely gave him a certain kind of guidance.

System soon arrived in that black space, where countless versions of himself existed.

This time, two energy dotted lines glowing with silver fluorescence had