"Space-Time Worm? You're not from a Small World, and you're not Meng Xin. Who are you?"
Yan Hui froze, then looked over, cold light shooting from his eyes.
Anyone capable of naming the Space-Time Worm in one breath and knowing its purpose could not possibly be from a Small World. Moreover, someone who dared speak to him like this was likely not Meng Xin anymore—the person presiding over the Asura Heaven-Mending Formation had been replaced.
"Who I am is not important. Give me the Space-Time Worm, and I'll save the Slanting Moon Supreme Domain. Otherwise, once it completely collapses, Ashoka King's soul will scatter, and he can never be saved again!"
Time was pressing. The other party might not believe or care about anything else, but once Ashoka King was mentioned, he surely could not refuse.
The Slanting Moon Supreme Domain had no Heavenly Dao, so Ashoka King's will must have been supporting its laws. As long as this world did not collapse, at least a trace of his true spirit could remain undying. Even if his true body were completely slain, he might still be revived. But if this world completely collapsed, revival would become difficult—unless he possessed Nie Tong's methods, able to undergo millions upon millions of rebirths and still return to the peak.
Of course, for Nie Yun, it would have been best if Ashoka King died. Yet seeing everyone in the entire Supreme Domain perish alongside him with his own eyes still left him somewhat unable to bear it.
It was not that he had become softhearted. This was the "Dao" Tantai Lingyue had upheld: she would rather sacrifice herself to save all living beings. To love her was to respect her choice and persist along the road she had walked.
"Save the Slanting Moon Supreme