In the underground cave.
Chen Sheng sneered as he heard Gu Youming reveal his identity:
"So it is — you are a time traveler too!"
"It truly is like recognizing a fellow townsman just to stab them in the back!"
Gu Youming heard this without the slightest reaction.
He only nodded slightly, his movements gentle without any trace of aggression, exuding an air of overlooking the world with indifference.
He parted his lips and spoke softly. His voice was not loud, but it reached Chen Sheng's ears clearly:
"I wonder which supreme Great Power is orchestrating things behind the scenes."
"In this world, time travelers fall like grains of dust, coming one after another, endlessly. We are all just pieces on this board."
With that, he swept his gaze across the vast void, a faint distant look flickered in his eyes, as if reminiscing about countless peers buried here.
Those past time travelers, whether talented or merely surviving, all ended up as nourishment on his path.
