Emperor Nokron glanced at the Dream Garment, silent and speechless, several times on the verge of speaking but stopped.
The deep affection was palpable, seeing it Sylvie and Sylph clenched their fists silently.
Their Emperor Nokron had always been decisive in killing, normally just a fist's resolve, never hesitated like today...
From the high divine nature, revealing a trace of human weakness, inexplicably causing them heartache.
"My time is running out."
The gaze of the Dream Garment bypassed the hesitant Nokron, suddenly speaking softly, looking at everyone around, "Ladies and gentlemen, I will take you to a certain era to fulfill destined history."
"Destined history?" Atabia spoke.
"Yes, sometimes, one person's time travel is also a constant of the cosmos, precisely because their travel formed the current universe, this you should be able to understand." The Dream Garment smiled slightly.
