He desperately unleashed his Chaotic Power, holding Lin Wan'er, Su Xiaowan, and Bai Ling'er tightly in his arms.
But in the face of this world-destroying space turbulence.
His power seemed somewhat insignificant.
He felt like a small boat in a raging storm, constantly on the verge of being torn apart.
His consciousness began to blur.
Before completely losing consciousness, he only saw the Star Map copper plate in his hand emit a final ray of light, then they were swept into the endless dark void together.
They lost their direction.
Darkness.
Endless darkness.
Cold.
Bone-piercing cold.
Luo Qingchen felt like he was sinking endlessly in a boundless sea of ice.
His body seemed no longer his.
His consciousness flickered like a candle flame about to go out in the wind.
"Brother Luo..."
"Brother Luo, wake up..."
A familiar yet anxious voice seemed to come from a very far away place, intermittently and erratically.
Who is it?
Who is calling me?
