Thud—hiss!
Accompanied by a slight hissing sound, the silvery-gray game pod door slowly opened upwards, and Xiao Jie sat up from the cabin, flipping out smoothly.
However, his mood did not relax as it usually did when he left the game; instead, it felt as if a heavy stone was pressed upon him.
The departure of Shen Jizi and the other Immortals, the terrifying power displayed by the disaster root of Jianmu, and the looming shadow of the "Demon Lord" stealing the essence of the world... all of this dramatically increased his sense of crisis regarding the Doomsday Tribulation, weighing heavily on his heart.
"Time waits for no one..." he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed. An unprecedented sense of urgency compelled him to improve his strength faster and find a solution.
