Xia Xiang rode the wind blade and quickly surveyed the landscape of this time and space: endless yellow ruins, deserts, rift valleys, desolation everywhere, without a trace of green.

Gradually, the gaps between the wind blades became denser, and Xia Xiang had to use Huai An's power to prevent herself from being instantly shredded into mincemeat. She fought her way through the gaps until she arrived at a huge tornado.

The tornado connected heaven and earth, with dense lightning overhead and darkness below.

The jade scroll that Xia Xiang hated most landed steadily in front of her.

[Time reset countdown: 3 hours]

"Three hours and three days make no difference. This spacetime is going to be reset anyway, so we might as well take a gamble." Xia Xiang strengthened her defenses and followed the wind into the center of the tornado.

The center of the tornado was the calmest. As Xia Xiang rose into the air, she saw a raindrop-shaped transparent stone emitting a light blue light and instinctively reached out to grasp it.

At that moment, the tornado stopped, and the surrounding wind blades vanished without a trace.

"Could all of these be man-made?!" Xia Xiang's expression was complicated, not understanding why. So she simply released the restrictions on energy and covered every corner of this space-time with her consciousness.

"No trace of demons was found? Not even a trace of other creatures, so where does the concept of good and evil come from???"

On the other side, Tingfeng realized that more than an hour had passed and Giant Blade Wind still hadn't returned. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling, and his heart sank.

"Alliance Leader, could it be that the Giant Blade Wind has stopped and won't happen again?" someone boldly speculated. "This has never happened before in history."

The younger people all looked happy and expectant, and some even began to fantasize about the lives recorded in history textbook illustrations before this disaster.

Grass and trees grow on the ground, bearing bright red fruit. Birds soar in the sky, and there are freely flowing streams, rivers, and the sea, in which there are all kinds of animals called fish.

They can run, they can jump, and they can grow as tall as their ancestors.

"It's better to be cautious. Tell everyone not to go out," Tingfeng said sternly. "I'll take a few squads to scout along the gaps in the wind blades."

Tingfeng led his team on their way, and another hour passed. The original guard could no longer restrain the tribesmen who wanted freedom.

When the first person broke through the fence that bound their freedom, the crowd surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, losing all reason and becoming uncontrollable.

Ignoring the guards' warnings, the people cheered, howled, and shouted, but the wind blades they feared still did not appear.

At this moment, everyone hoped that the wind blades that carried their thousand-year-old grievances would disappear forever.

Just as everyone was filled with excitement, a harbinger of the destruction of spacetime appeared, and Xia Xiang's cold face appeared in everyone's mind—

The countdown message "One hour left" appeared in the sky.

Despair, like a blade of wind reaping countless lives, spread rapidly through the crowd.

"It's her!" Tingfeng's expression was ashen; he didn't know what to do to save this timeline or his people.

On the other side

Xia Xiang took out the scroll and began to study it.

How do we stop this?! The wind blades have disappeared, and there is no good or evil here. Those people are just pitiful people surviving in the cracks. Why destroy them?

The countdown on the scroll continued to tick away, and Xia Xiang tried to contact everyone in the Divine Realm she could think of. The result was naturally futile; even the time-travel phone and the Demon-Slaying Island's exclusive equipment were useless.

Xia Xiang tried various methods, but none of them allowed her to leave. She even considered smashing the scroll, and she did, but the scroll remained undamaged.

When the wind stopped and they arrived, there were only ten minutes left.

Xia Xiang had tried every possible method, but she couldn't stop this countdown to destruction. For the first time, she felt a desperate sense of defeat.

Ting Feng's voice choked with emotion as she pleaded, "Xia Xiang, please, please, spare this timeline..."

Xia Xiang had only known him for a short time. She had seen him with serious, anxious, and indifferent expressions, but she had never seen him like this before—with an expression of despair.

He used to speak of death with a calm and composed demeanor, but now he has this expression.

Xia Xiang's expression was similar to Ting Feng's, but she didn't realize it herself.

Tingfeng listened as she softly replied, "If I don't take action after the countdown ends, this timeline shouldn't reset."

"If I have no choice but to take action, then there may be no other way. I have tried all the methods, and there is no other way."

"Have the gods abandoned us?" After hearing her words, Tingfeng regained his previous composure.

"No," Xia Xiang said, shaking her head.

"In fact, gods are the most useless beings. They stand too high to hear the suffering of all living beings and only maintain that ridiculous balance. They are used to making kind people sacrifice themselves to protect their so-called greater good."

Xia Xiang loved this place. Their unwavering commitment to never abandoning their companions and their tenacious spirit in surviving made her admire them and want to do everything she could to preserve this place.

The most important point is that there is no such thing as good or evil here. Everyone here only has the desire to survive, so how could there be an imbalance between good and evil?

Just because there is no evil, does that mean we have to destroy the kind people here who just want to live?!

Huai'an... Brother, what will he do? Will he just burn this place down?

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