When Ma Ran mentioned "you," the Supreme of Time, Mo Xing, could still hide in the darkness, concealing his presence, holding onto a glimmer of hope.
But after he said those words, Mo Xing could no longer continue pretending to be dead.
In the pitch-black vacuum environment, beams of multicolored light flowed, intertwined, and coiled. The Vacuum Spirits, who had been dead, revived one by one and emitted eerie voices—words spoken by Zhu Ding when he was still alive, only now they sounded like the rewinding of an old audio tape, fragmented and unsettlingly eerie.
A transparent human silhouette gradually outlined itself in front of Ma Ran.
Black droplets coalesced, bit by bit, filling the silhouette.
Soon, a young figure clad in a silver-white outfit rich with a sci-fi flair, donning a purely black crown and wearing sneakers appeared.
