Thinking of the River of Time, Zhao Yi felt overwhelmed.
The matter of the Nether Tree alone was already troubling him, and now he couldn't even leave this world.
Without the help of the Nine Dragon Jade Seal, he lost his connection with the New World.
Many abilities were unusable.
Seeing Zhao Yi catching up, Hans couldn't help but advise, "Zhao Yi, you should go to the Divine Mountain; that is where you truly belong."
"You are the hope of the Magic World; only there might you become the new God of Magic."
Zhao Yi shook his head, feeling no interest in the so-called Divine Mountain.
As for becoming the God of Magic, it wasn't entirely out of the question.
After all, in this world, the God of Magic equates to the Sage Realm, a power considered top-tier across the Three Thousand Worlds.
"I'll explore with you; the God of Magic feels too distant for me. I'm still young and need some experience."
Listening to his words, Hans was unusually silent.
