Zhang Yang's feelings were complicated. Looking at the three divine cards in his inventory, then at the spatial secret realm, and then at the World Tree swaying in the wind, he thought about many things.
Without Quark, none of this would have existed.
Without Quark, he might have been enslaved just after excitedly advancing to a Level Three Civilization, setting him on a tragic path.
Zhang Yang really wanted to agree with high spirits and play the hero rescuing "Quark."
But advancing to a level-four civilization within 125 million years, then making an enemy of a Lineage with over 3,000 subordinate planets, truly took some courage.
Only three million years had passed since Zhang Yang transmigrated and became a planet. From nothing to what it was today, Blue Star had accomplished countless miracles.
A hundred million years later, Blue Star might have tens of billions of inhabitants, all their fates hanging on a single thought of his.
To help or not to help?
He remembered his parents from his previous life. Ever since he was little, they had taught him to only do things he was sure of!
So.
Sorry!
Zhang Yang appeared on the Starry Sky Virtual Platform in an instant and walked toward Quark's stall.
Looking at that familiar old-bull form, Zhang Yang sat down beside the stall with shame written all over his face. He looked at Quark, wanting to speak but holding back.
Finally, he said hesitantly, "An elder taught me from childhood that I should only do things I'm sure of, so..."
Quark smiled faintly. "All right, I understand what you're thinking. Don't agonize over it. Focus on developing. I have high hopes for you!"
"I look forward to seeing you shake the universe and become a sovereign-class overlord."
A little downcast, Quark sighed and