Wujia gazed up worriedly at the deep, distant sky, his heart filled with confusion and unease.
"All I know is that we must evacuate as soon as possible, taking the last remaining seeds of our civilization to find a new place to survive.
But I don't know how to leave this place. After all, time is so short that we simply can't develop the technology to fly and break free of the world trapping us."
His voice was low.
"So there seem to be only two endings before us: either we ultimately perish here, sinking into oblivion with this land, or we hope for a miracle and find a chance of survival in this desperate situation."
Although these words sounded deeply helpless, even carrying a hint of despair, no one had a better solution in the face of this unchangeable reality.
Meanwhile, amid the fierce fighting in the distance, Kou Ying's gaze swept over the three Divine Realms like cold lightning and caught a familiar outline.
The Sword of Judgment.
Although it did not yet possess the mysterious, unfathomable aura Kou Ying had seen before, there was no mistaking its outline.
Lou Guanshan wiped the blood from his lips. "I never expected the Thousand-Wind Ancient Road to have formed under these circumstances. It was originally just an escape route."
He looked toward the three Divine Realms, his booming voice ringing through all three worlds.
"Gather your fire seeds, protect your civilizations, and remember your cultures. One day, you will become the seeds that restore vitality to the universe, building worlds of civilization that belong to you alone.
When that time comes, thousands upon thousands of civilizations will intertwine and collide, surely painting a magnificent picture unlike any seen before!"
Wujia abruptly raised his head and waved, urgently calling to his