Within Virtual Space, the infinite, deathly silent universe projected by "Network" slowly faded away, leaving only its impassioned voice echoing without end.
"Li Qingshan once said that we are on the road to success..."
"I know!" Zhou Huai cut in gloomily, answering first:
"The road of progress is destined to be rough."
"But the future of humanity is certain to be bright!"
"When Li Qingshan said those words three hundred billion years ago, I was there too."
At the side, Song Chujiang twitched the corner of his mouth and said speechlessly:
"Network, so the guiding principles you wrote into the plan were copied too... Wait!"
His voice abruptly halted. Song Chujiang turned his head in alarm and stared at Zhou Huai.
"Three hundred billion years ago? You met Li Qingshan? And then you came to rob me..."
"That was borrowing!"
Zhou Huai stressed, then shook his head.
"That is no longer important."
As he spoke, he left Old Song standing there with his face flushed red and fixed his gaze on the great ball of light.
"It is not that I do not believe in Li Qingshan, but what if..."
"I mean, what if Li Qingshan still has not awakened by the end of the calamity? What do we do?"
"We cannot just sit there and wait to die, can we?"
In an instant, the expressions of the others turned solemn as well, and they looked toward "Network."
The Nine Heavens Ten Lands Plan was fake, which meant that all their previous preparations had lost their meaning.
They were not afraid of death, but before dying, they absolutely could not...
Do nothing!
"Of course not. I still have a 'backup plan' here..."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the mechanical voice rang out. Yet what it received in return was...
One wary