Space-Time Island Sacred Land.
On the floating island at the center of the holy land, the Space-Time Island Ancestor, wrapped entirely in bandages with only a pair of cold, dark eyes exposed, stood like a rigid wooden figure at the edge of the island, his gaze piercing through layers of space-time, observing the distant Life System Main Star.
In the depths of his eyes, it seemed to reflect endless spaces, as well as layer upon layer of illusory but real future scenes.
"This Lin Qing is indeed not ordinary."
The Space-Time Island Ancestor quietly watched everything happening on that main star, the scenes vaguely overlapping with the future scenes in the depths of his eyes.
"However, in this way, he is bound to die. Without any surprises, he will surely lose the Star God's Position."
