Fan Wubing refused to continue further. This was enough. He only wanted to say this much.
The Circulation began to move, and the rain clouds could not hide the vast expanse of stars.
The vast and grand body of the starry sky, ever since ancient times, has pressed upon the peak of the world, with the dome eternally and immortally revolving. All things have gone through countless cycles, yet it remains unchanged, like a traveler beyond the years overlooking time, silently remembering.
Under such a grand existence, Fan Wubing was indeed too insignificant, not even comparable to a speck of dust.
He gazed up at the starry sky, even though it was Ye Chuxuan who allowed him to see this sky, he couldn't help but wonder, if one day, my body became as solid as the sky. If that blood bar that obsesses me could support the entire sky... what kind of scene would that be?
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Ye Chuxuan said, "But also deadly."
