Wan Lan frowned, sorting through the muddled information. "The key is the Present World. How is it now? Surely it hasn't already reached the scene where Doomsday begins."
Mu Bingge shook her head. "That's the good news. The current Present World-no, I should say Blue Star. Blue Star is still in the time before Doomsday arrives."
Kou Ying stopped tracing his lettering and fell silent for a moment before speaking. "Our most urgent task now is to finish forming our Godheads as soon as possible. Otherwise... we can't just sit here and watch ourselves being born."
Ye Buyu took a deep breath and focused on her half-finished character again. "You're right. The sooner we finish, the sooner we get out."
Everyone quickly suppressed the alarm and confusion in their hearts and concentrated on forming their Godheads again. Only the silent surge of power remained in the hidden dimension, with those gradually sharpening humanoid outlines marking their slow but unceasing progress.
As the Six passed their days in a frantic muddle, Ye Buyu was thinking about how she was a causal line that [Gestation] had extracted.
Could she herself have played a part in her own appearance?
She had truly made herself afraid of her own handiwork.
If she had a hand in her own appearance too, what on earth would that make this?
At a certain moment in that slow passage of time, she suddenly froze.
Her transparent soul looked in a particular direction.
A hand gently caught a length of red thread that had no consciousness at all.
That red thread seemed like an old relic that had slumbered for countless eons. An aura both familiar and unfamiliar embraced it, then, after a brief pause, pushed it toward a young ocean.
That gentle aura slowly dispersed. Across time and