Yi Chen adjusted his mindset in the time it took to smoke a cigarette and clarified a critically important forward path.
He stubbed out the cigarette butt, and just as he was about to walk back to his room, he exhaled a breath that was unexpectedly whisked away.
"Old Den, finally arrived... If it were someone else, they would have been covered in corpse spots by now."
"Hahaha! But you're all completely fine, aren't you? I didn't mean to come late. After all, the world's complete closure due to the intervention of the [Disaster] required me to push my old bones to get them to open the door.
By the way, what happened exactly? Why are you all still alive? And why did the Tenth Calamity retreat voluntarily? Your strength shouldn't be enough to drive them back... Was it William?"
The Heavenly Lord descended in a completely serious state, unlike the usual leisure, wrapped in golden light, beard fluttering, each breath creating ripples in the spatial dimensions, expanding outward.
