Halfway through, Feng Yi's mind suddenly heard this voice, "Creator of the cosmic rhythm, transcender of three-dimensional space-time, observer from an infinite perspective, I pray for your descent in the name of sincere believers."
Suddenly, Feng Yi halted abruptly.
Apart from that guy, few people know how to convey their inner voice to him through prayer, after all, Feng Yi had promised that anyone wishing to contact him can silently recite this passage when necessary.
A microscopic beam of light lit up the entire dimension, and in a flash, Feng Yi was near the voice.
It's him!
At this moment, he was floating on the surface of a relatively stable celestial body, gazing distantly at the vast Ink Star, as if witnessing the rise and fall of a new civilization.
"It really is you." While gazing at each other, Feng Yi suddenly recalled many past events, and remarked, "I thought I'd never see you again."
