In the end, Jiang Ming said nothing more. Clearly, the Ruthless Empress who had come this time should have come from the Sacred Ruins Era.
However, she had snapped the red thread. And she had done so amid the turbulent currents of time and space. Jiang Ming truly had no idea what karma this would bring about in the future.
His current red thread might only be at the Six-Star Immortal King level, but once he continued breaking through, the Fate Pattern red thread would grow rapidly as well.
Without dwelling on it, Jiang Ming comforted Shi Hao and the little Skyhorned Ant. "You two should hurry and cultivate. Don't overthink things. Once you are strong enough, you will naturally understand many things you do not understand now. As for now, you are too weak. Knowing too much will do more harm than good."
Jiang Ming stood above the vast North Sea, gazing into the distance. A trace of confusion and daze surfaced in his heart. What would he experience during this trip to the Chaotic Ancient Era? Could it be that he had truly lost himself in the waves?
Carrying these complicated emotions, Jiang Ming quietly sat cross-legged atop the paper boat left behind by the Ruthless Empress. Her blood was on it.
Jiang Ming gradually entered a state of enlightenment. Through the paper boat, he captured countless fragments of the Ruthless Empress's Great Dao, and waves of realization rose within him, as though enlightenment had been poured directly into his mind.
Shi Hao and the Skyhorned Ant looked at each other. In the end, they could only shrug. So be it. Perhaps they really were too weak.
Although Jiang Ming's faint sadness was impossible to reveal, the two of them had sharp spiritual senses. Coupled with the disparity