Perhaps, the evolution of the current world truly has hope to continue.
The Kan character carried by the Ancient Sea God might also be stripped away.
In his consciousness, numerous incessant and chattering thoughts, various new ideas, keep emerging.
Just organizing these chaotic bits of information gives him a sense of joy.
He continues to delve into organizing them, starting with those tens of millions of points as a base, piecing together tens of millions of grand puzzles.
He no longer perceives the passage of time, and just keeps doing it indefinitely.
Time flies, a hundred years have passed swiftly.
In the season of swirling snow, the frail village chief, clad in a thin long robe, arrived at the southwestern corner of Jinlan Mountain.
With a gentle wave of his hand, he blew away the snow covering Yu Ziqing, watching as Yu Ziqing's eyes remained closed, asleep like an infant.
