Then, what level of existence is that eye, peering into this world from beyond the rift?
The deeper Yi Lin delved into contact with these higher-level existences, the more he felt as if everything was shrouded in mist, impossible to see clearly.
The entire city was steeped in despair.
Despair had become the main theme of Uruk.
No,
it had become the main theme of the world.
The entire world had been reduced to ruins.
The people within Uruk City might well be the last remnants of humanity in this world.
If this was a "history" that truly unfolded five thousand years ago, then how did humanity manage to survive five thousand years later?
Why had Xiao Xi not appeared?
What happened after today?
Yi Lin found it very strange.
He felt like a little goldfish, swimming peacefully in a lake, only to be swept into the tidal wave called "history," tossed and turned, and now on the verge of drowning in the massive waves.
"Lin."
As Yi Lin gazed up at the starry sky,
