The fate and time of this sand table, with just a wave of Their hands, turned into a never-ending 'circle', an inescapable 'reincarnation'.
And all the beings within this sand table, including himself, are nothing more than insignificant specks of dust in this cycle...
But why do They do this?
Su Tu pondered, a flash of spiritual light passed through his mind, and a brilliant starship emerged above the sand table, upon which appeared phantoms of the Human Race.
Then, an immensely towering phantom appeared above the sand table. The appearance of this phantom was unclear, but based on its presence and stature, it was not weaker than those Daluo.
At this moment, the corners of Su Tu's mouth slightly lifted, the sand table... is complete!!
The fragmented, chaotic information was completely integrated by him at this moment.
