Golden God Chen Qi had never felt time pass so slowly.
As the Creation God said, even just a breath, in his perception, had been infinitely prolonged.
Days passed like years!
The Creation God did not enjoy his pain, but sealed him in a separate space, where there was nothing.
Empty and desolate, only his suffering remained, enduring endless pain.
Golden God Chen Qi didn't last long before he couldn't hold on.
Of course, in his own sensory perception, he had already endured long-term torture.
"Mo Nan! Come out, let's talk!"
"Alice!"
Golden God Chen Qi cried out in pain, but the empty space offered no response.
Golden God Chen Qi's will was slowly worn down by the intense pain, little by little, collapsing bit by bit.
When people are awake, they rationally analyze how to cope, how to choose, but when enduring immense pain, it's another matter entirely.
Golden God Chen Qi certainly didn't want to die, so he decided to persevere.
