In the forty-ninth year, Qi Lingwu knew he could no longer hold on.
During his long, forty-nine-year search, wandering through different times, he often forgot who he was, forgot everything outside, and had no idea where he was.
That was the terror of time.
The terror of forty-nine years.
But even when he forgot everything, even who he was, he had his own anchor point. He always remembered-
"Sheng An!"
He had come to find Sheng An.
He could not hold on any longer, but not because he wanted to give up, nor because his anchor point had wavered and he could no longer endure the loneliness and despair of those endless years... it was because his mental power could no longer sustain him.
His mental power had entered Sheng An's, following hers into the meteorite fragments and into time.
Time passed differently inside and outside.
How long his superpower and his teammates' superpowers could last referred not to the time inside, but to the time outside.
When his mental power gave out, he would have failed.
Qi Lingwu collapsed to the ground.
He could not die, and he could not fall. He had not found Sheng An yet.
His pale face was bloodless, his eyes utterly exhausted. He lay on the ground, as though even his soul was uttering a single word-tired.
He could no longer hold on, but he had to.
Using the Sniper Rifle forged from his mental power as a crutch, Qi Lingwu tried to stand. Yet he got up only to fall, rose again only to collapse once more.
Every attempt to rise became harder than the last.
Thud!
He fell heavily again.
Was he going to fail?
"Sheng An!"
Bracing himself against the Sniper Rifle, Qi Lingwu knelt on one knee and shouted ahead.