The Ascension Ones thought Jing Jiu was dead.
In the very next instant, the Heaven and Earth Resonance throughout the universe suddenly changed.
The great lake surrounded by snowy mountains was no longer quiet, and its color had deepened considerably.
The Kun rose at an unimaginable speed, stirring up unimaginably enormous waves.
With a thunderous crash, the enormous bubble shaped like a zero burst apart.
The giant Kun broke through the water, sprouted wings, and flew toward the setting sun high above the snowy mountains.
Cao Yuan let the lake water batter him, remaining as immovable as a Buddha guarding a dike.
Watching the enormous bird fly toward the sky, he revealed a warm smile.
In the distance stood the Evening Scorpion Nebula's famous planet-scale factory, blazing with red flames that illuminated the entire star system. It seemed even more conspicuous than a real star, and somewhat resembled the scenes of hell in religious oil paintings.
Barefoot on the Great Nirvana, the Monk of Joy stood in the dark, cold universe. The distant flames illuminated his handsome face, while streams of particles stirred his monk's robes.
As he gazed at the burning planet, a bewildered expression appeared on the young monk's face.
The infrared numbers shining on the melting Mining Planet suddenly dissolved. What did that mean?
There were three hundred Light Screens in the vast, empty command room of the warship, each representing a small fleet.
Chen Ya sat in the enormous black command chair, watching the images on the Light Screens without expression. Sensing that the countdown that had lasted for dozens of days had ended without cause, he unconsciously tightened his right hand.
According to the calculations of the Green Mountain Patriarch and that person, today should have been the day Jing Jiu