"There's still hope."
Meng Chuan read the words on the Black Paper Boat aloud.
For a moment, he seemed to see a woman shrouded in a hazy aura. He could not make out her face, yet he sensed her peerless grace.
A cool voice drifted faintly to him, without panic or a sigh. Calm. Unruffled.
Just as he remembered her.
That voice, that figure, seemed to come from the Immemorial Era, yet also to have fallen from the future into the present.
The words were entirely different from "I'm the only one left," the message in the original story, but they were words he could accept.
If the message had still been "I'm the only one left," that would have been terrifying.
If that had happened, Meng Chuan would have had to wonder whether some force was correcting the course of the world.
"The bloodstains are faint. They look like they were left in an ordinary battle." Meng Chuan examined the Black Paper Boat, sorting through the clues.
"Agreed. There's no strong aura of mortal injury in them. Whoever shed this blood should be all right."
Willow God reached the same conclusion, discerning a few things from the bloodstains.
In a world of cultivators, especially one with such a high ceiling of power, a person's blood could reveal a great deal.
"I believe she'll be all right too." A faint smile appeared on Meng Chuan's face.
Anyone might die, but Ruthless and Ye Fan wouldn't.
Hm? Did I leave someone out? Who was it?
Forget it. It doesn't matter.
The Black Paper Boat slowly turned in Meng Chuan's hand as he pondered.
"I wonder how far in the future this happened."
It was quite possible that Meng Chuan would still be in the Chaotic Ancient Era, not yet back in