The one who has arrived is the Life Book that descended to Earth according to the life trajectory of the Life Throat.
"This isn't right."
The light and shadow on the mask settled into a slightly helpless expression.
Just now, he thought there was an issue with the coordinates in the space transmission.
After all, the world beneath his feet was too barren.
It hadn't even managed to nurture the earth's spiritual vein.
Thinking of this, he extended his index finger, gently tracing in the void.
There was no anticipated energy ripple, no spatial tremor, only the dry, deathly silence of air passing through his fingers.
This world was as barren as a withered bone drained of marrow, unable to stimulate even the most basic element resonance. In this world, one could only deplete internal energy with little chance of external replenishment.
The cityscape reflected in the crystal ball gradually decomposed in his eyes.
