Rod replied briefly, "The chance for survival."
The pages of the Book of Knowledge froze in mid-air, its curiosity glancing outside the dreamscape. The pollution of the Higher Spirit Realm had completely vanished, the gray fog enveloped the entire space, the once narrow boundary land had now become the main body of the Higher Spirit Realm.
The pollution in the starry sky had also dissipated; although some black still lingered within sight, those were probably just the remaining fish that slipped through the net. With the powerful purification and devour abilities of the dreamscape, the Black Fog should soon be completely eradicated. They should have achieved the final victory in this battle that had lasted for billions of years. Why was the master still searching for the "chance for survival"?
"Master, master..." the Book of Knowledge hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do we still have enemies?"
Rod slightly nodded, "The Black Fog has not been exterminated at all."
