Apart from the baby babbling in my arms, there was no other reaction from the surroundings.

Ji Fengyao stood up, holding Xiao Shisan, and sneered, saying, "I know you're conscious now. Although I don't know when you became conscious, if you say you didn't exist when Xiao Shisan went out today, you're treating me like a fool. I've always prided myself on being smart and I hate being made a fool of. I would never keep a hidden danger like this around."

I'll give you ten breaths. If you don't come out by then, I'll abandon you even if it means cutting off my own arm.

"Perfect timing. The magic mines owned by the He and Dongdan families are quite nice; I imagine you'd enjoy staying there."

"Do not abandon E'dai, E'dai will forever protect the young master," a very weak divine thought slowly came from mid-air above the Tower of Life.

"Edai?" Ji Fengyao heard the voice and felt it was so weak, as if the person was about to die. "Is that your name? Why do you call me Young Master? Do we know each other? Are you from the Yun family? No, did you used to belong to the Yun family?"

"Never abandon E'dai, E'dai will forever protect the young master!"

The divine thought returned, weaker yet more persistent, tinged with obvious sadness, as if it had been abandoned.

Ji Fengyao pursed her lips, feeling as if all her bravado had been wasted on a pile of cotton.

She had pledged her blood to the Tower of Life as its master, and as its master, she could sense this divine thought as soon as it appeared.

She could sense the dependence and protection this divine thought had for her, and she was also certain that this spiritual consciousness was indeed extremely weak.

It is precisely because it is so weak,

It was so weak that it could collapse completely at any moment, which is why she couldn't sense its presence before.

It seems that it sensed the existence of Yan Hanxing and her crisis, which is why it deliberately sent Little Thirteen out to cause trouble.

"Alright, I misunderstood you. You can continue to recover." Ji Fengyao knew it was a misunderstanding, so her tone softened. She said with concern, "Or, if there's anything I can do to help you, just say so, as long as it doesn't violate ethics or morality."

"Do not abandon E'dai, E'dai will forever protect the young master!" the divine thought replied weakly.

Ji Fengyao: "..."

Fine, you're weak so you're right. Just stay quiet and keep repeating yourself!

Suddenly, Ji Fengyao felt an inexplicable unease welling up in her heart, a sense of bewilderment at the impending loss.

This was the second time she had felt this heart palpitation, but there was nothing she could do.

She held Little Thirteen tightly, sat on the lawn in the garden of the Tower of Life, biting her lower lip, silently enduring and praying.

Meanwhile, in the mythical tomb of the originating continent.

Shang Xiye, Guimian, and Xue Bingling walked for a very long time on that long black path amidst the lava, but the surrounding scenery remained unchanged.

It was as if they were in a painting that had stood still forever:

It was as if they were walking in place in a still painting, unable to see the end of the road, and never able to get out.

Shang Xiye had the same illusion a few hours earlier, so as he walked, he left behind some loose silver coins as markers. Whenever he looked back, the loose silver coins were arranged in a line, rather than piled together.

This shows that they are indeed moving forward.

Even the most realistic illusion cannot arrange a bunch of things individually into a line.

Suddenly, the space not far in front of them changed.

A familiar figure walked towards them from the other end of the road, looking around as he went.