Because a conjecture that cannot be verified at all is meaningless to dwell on.
Until now, Yi Lin finally got the answer.
"So it is possible."
"This is the trial."
"The trial itself is the 'Singular Point' spoken of by magicians, a series of Singular Points that make up our 'trial'."
"And we, the Angel Envoys, are a group that traverses among them and benefits."
"Now, are you having a headache, or are you chuckling to yourself, Xi'er?"
Yi Lin called out to Xiao Xi through the void.
Although Yi Lin knew that Xiao Xi wouldn't respond to such heckling,
Yi Lin believed that Xiao Xi probably knew.
Normally, human eyes going from darkness to brightness would undergo a process of "light adaptation."
But not now.
Yi Lin didn't feel the slightest discomfort.
In the vast white space, there was a chair in front.
The chair was made of stone, with a high back and armrests on both sides that bore cracks, making it look a bit imposing.
