Upon hearing the words of the Earth Root, Song Chen's eyes widened in shock.

Reversing time, turning back spacetime?

What an incredibly powerful being! Even if he were to become an immortal, he would likely be the strongest among all immortals. He quickly thought through the list, realizing that he had never encountered such a figure in any book.

He pressed on with his question:

"How can I find that person I know? Who exactly is that person?"

The Root of the Earth laughed and said:

"It is called Zhulong, the dragon that holds a candle, the legendary ancestor of dragons."

The Candle Dragon wields immense power over time and space; its candle can illuminate the other side of the universe, overlapping any point in time and space. This is an innate ability of its.

However, the Candle Dragon is not a spirit creature born on this continent; it comes from Blue Star, the planet originally controlled by my brother.

I'm going to see it now, would you like to come with me?

Song Chen felt dizzy upon hearing this. He felt that the name Zhulong, like the root of the earth, carried a certain power. Mortals could not call it by its name directly; only immortals could address it as such.

After a long while, Song Chen came to his senses and said with certainty:

"Oh my god, what do I do? I'm currently in a small secret realm, can I come with you?"

The voice of the earth's roots resounded:

"Of course you can. My body cannot go there, only my consciousness can reach the Blue Star where my brother is."

"Taking you along is certainly possible. Probe your spiritual sense into the spiritual spring, and I'll take you with me."

Upon hearing this, Song Chen immediately probed the spiritual spring with his divine sense.

The next moment, the world spun around.

Song Chen felt his consciousness constantly twisting, rotating, and stretching.

A wave of nausea washed over him, but Song Chen only had his consciousness; he couldn't even open his mouth.

He took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't resist the strong urge to gag.

The intense sensation caused Song Chen to roll his eyes repeatedly, and the next moment, he lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed.

As soon as Song Chen regained consciousness, he sat up abruptly and began to dry heave violently.

He couldn't help but open his mouth, wanting to breathe in some fresh air.

Just then.

A voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Haha, you're finally awake!"

Song Chen frowned and looked behind him, only to see a blurry, illusory figure appear on the ground.

Only then did Song Chen have time to see where they were.

They were in a cave, surrounded by endless flames and spewing lava.

"Who are you?" Song Chen wiped his mouth and asked cautiously.

The phantom was not human-shaped, but rather a twisting, writhing vine.

The phantom figure twisted and turned as it spoke:

“I am the root of the earth! You've forgotten, it was I who brought you here.”

"Ha." A strange voice came from above, deafeningly loud:

"When you came over, did you forget to put a protective shield on his soul?"

He's in for a rough time; every time he tries to jump through space and time, he'll suffer from an incurable nausea.

Song Chen recalled what had happened before, and his heart pounded. Could it be... that this voice was Zhulong?

He couldn't help but look up.

A colossal creature with a dragon's tail and a human body floated in mid-air.

Its dragon tail seemed infinitely long, coiled in the cave, with most of it hidden in the lava, slapping against the surface of the lava and splashing sparks.

Starting from the waist, the Zhulong takes on a human form. It is enormous, half the size of a human, and a thousand meters tall.

Zhulong's eyes were tightly closed; although he was facing him, his eyes never opened.

Song Chenbo had no doubt that a single eyelash of Zhulong was taller than him.

Before Zhulong, even the towering Song Chen seemed as insignificant as dust.

Song Chen looked into Zhulong's eyes, somewhat puzzled.

The Root of the Earth explained:

"The Candle Dragon will not open or close its eyes easily."

Each time he opened his eyes, the earth was plunged into a year of eternal daylight; each time he closed his eyes, the earth was plunged into a year of darkness.

After a moment of stunned silence, Song Chen clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"This junior greets Senior Zhulong."

Zhulong is the most powerful person he has ever met.

Although Zhulong held a high position and wielded great power, his tone was quite gentle. He smiled and said:

"I already know about the predicament of the Root of the Earth. I can do you a favor and help you reverse the world and reset time and space."

I won't help with anything else.

However, I allow you to choose one being from Earth as a variable to enter your world.

Go to Earth and choose one.

After Zhulong finished speaking, he waved to Song Chen.

A gust of wind struck, and Song Chen, who had just woken up, fainted again.

"Beep! Beep!"

"Beep! Beep!"

A cacophony of sounds came from my ears.

Song Chen covered his ears in discomfort and bent over, dry heaving.

After gagging, Song Chen took a few deep breaths, trying to relieve the symptoms.

But upon smelling the odor in the air, Song Chen couldn't help but vomit again.

What is that smell in the air? It's so complicated, it's nauseating.

Song Chen couldn't help but open his eyes and look around.

The tall, rectangular building pierces the sky like a sharp sword.

The cold, gunmetal gray steel built a metropolis.

Song Chen lowered his hand, straightened up, and stared blankly at the scene.

This is... the Blue Star that the Root of the Earth spoke of?

There was nothing in the air, no spiritual energy, only an unpleasant smell.

There were no flying swords or mounts on the road, but there were giant steel beasts running around, making a rumbling sound.

The buildings along the street were very tall; Song Chen could even see that the very tops of some of them were swaying in the wind.

After a moment of shock, Song Chen came to his senses and began to think about serious matters.

He needs to find an accomplice, a variable, to enter their world and thwart Mu Fengtiandao's conspiracy.

After thinking for a moment, a series of requirements appeared in Song Chen's mind.

His assistants need to have an indomitable spirit, not to easily admit defeat, and not to give up easily.

The helper also needs to have a strong mentality, so that even if he fails, he will not be defeated.

The helper also needs to be able to self-regulate and recover more quickly after failure.

Helpers also need to be kind and upright.

Helping others also requires courage and a bit of luck.

Having pondered this far.

Song Chen straightened his expression and murmured:

"Let's start by testing our luck."

Everything in the world has its own destiny, and Song Chen firmly believed in this.

So he stood straight on the road, in the same spot, waiting for a lucky person to take him home.

One hour...

Two hours...

Six hours passed.

Many people passed by Song Chen.

They looked at Song Chen with curiosity and asked many questions:

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you need help?"

Song Chen answered them one by one:

"My name is Song Chen. I'm waiting for someone, a lucky person. I don't need any help."

Standing from day to night.

At night, a torrential downpour suddenly began.

Song Chen was soaked to the bone. He wiped his face and remained standing in the same spot.

His mind went blank as he thought:

"The air is fresher after being washed by the rain."

Just then.

An orange light shone on Song Chen, turning the raindrops orange.

A jet-black steel vehicle came to a stop by the roadside.

Song Chen stared intently at it.

The barrier fell down.

Inside the steel mount, a man with golden wires hanging from his ears and nose turned his head to look at him.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"Song Chen".

"Why don't you go home? What are you standing here for?"

"Waiting for someone."

Who is it?

"A destined person."

Under the orange-red light, Song Chen's clothes were soaked, and no matter how heavy the rain was, it could not cover up the huge scar on his face.

Several deep, bone-revealing scars disfigured Song Chen's face. Although the wounds had healed for a long time, they still looked somewhat terrifying.

Moist air enters the nasal cavity.

After a moment of silence, the man said:

"Come with me first, at least we'll get through this heavy rain. You can come back when the rain stops."