Each crossing is a path to survival.
Or is it... just a game in other people's eyes?
After watching a play directed by someone else, Hua Rong felt a heavy weight in her heart.
This question, which she may have thought about long ago, appeared so clearly in her mind.
Before she could find the answer, a young monk appeared in meditation in the void not far from her.
Behind him were countless fragments.
Like countless brilliant stars falling into Hua Rong's eyes.
She gazed at him, her eyes fixed on him for a long time.
He smiled at Hua Rong and nodded slightly.
Turning around, it transformed into countless points of light.
Those countless broken fragments slowly pieced together a most primitive world.
No living creatures appeared, but life slowly began to emerge.
Perhaps many years from now, a new dimension will appear here.
Hua Rong took a step forward, a smile suddenly appearing on her lips.
He took a leaf from the Jianmu tree from the boundary and threw it down.
"You little monk, you took advantage of me, and this is the reward you're giving me."
After saying that.
She seemed to see a face flushed with indignation and shame.
And there was a pure, innocent face, like that of a newborn child.
She shook her head: "Really? A bountiful harvest. It's actually one entity. That's quite an unexpected surprise."
Hua Rong turned around and left.
She walked slowly through the void, avoiding the black hole.
This was the first time she had ever walked in the void while fully conscious.
In the eyes of the people of the Martial Spirit Continent, True Spirits are like fish on a chopping board.
In Wei Zheng's eyes, all the beings of the True Spirit Continent were fish and meat in his hands.
In the end, both were destroyed by what they thought was fish meat!
In that case, whether she is someone else's pawn or not is no longer important.
Because one day, she will step off the chessboard.
Not to be a chess player, but simply for freedom!
To be able to live freely!
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