"No way..." Cheng Shi clenched his fists instantly. "How could this be? Something must have gone wrong. Hong Lin, could you... have you misperceived something?"

Hong Lin shook her head: "You know, under the influence of this power, it's impossible for me to make a mistake in perception."

"......"

Cheng Shi fell silent; he never expected such an outcome.

But that Zhang Jizu, the one who was supposed to be the one who caused the death, clearly said that even if that world was heading towards destruction, it would still be enough for a mortal to live to the end of his lifespan!

How could the destination not exist?

Could the disappearance of Cheng Shi in that world have triggered some kind of chain reaction?

It's impossible for Cola God to kill a clown with his own hands.

Cheng Shi was stunned. He stared blankly at the ever-changing bridge surface beneath his feet, watching countless afterimages weave through it, and for a moment he was at a loss.

Old Zhang...

Seeing this, Honglin sighed deeply and said:

"People have to get used to accepting loss. My time is running out, and yours isn't either."

Since you haven't found him, I suggest you go to the Gods' Corpse Field...

“I have to go.” Cheng Shi’s voice calmed down again. “Whether Lao Zhang is here or not, or where he is, this concerns the future of the world, the hope of the universe, and the established path ahead. I cannot stop.”

I'm not that fragile. Let's begin. I'll come back on time to send you to the new battlefield.

Cheng Shi's eyes became incredibly clear, his gaze piercing through the time bridge like an abyss. He held a die between his fingers and gently tossed it onto the bridge, both as an anchor point in time and as a tribute to the deceased.

"We can't waste any more time, take me there."

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