Jiaxia had an aura that was beyond imagination, impossible to fathom, broken and then reborn, carrying an unimaginable grace.
Tap, tap, tap.
In the distance, the scattered survivors of earth's creatures slowly approached.
Their vision was nowhere near as far-reaching as Jiaxia's; they could not see where the gods were, but from the sound, they guessed that Jiaxia was in dialogue with the ancient deities.
"If you want to leave this world, to go to an infinitely vast universe, I can send you away.... This world cannot accommodate such life as your existence, you must break through and depart." Fu Qingjun suddenly said, planning to send him to the other side of the tunnel.
His level was beyond human; Fu Qingjun's table could no longer contain him.
Jiaxia thought for a moment, then earnestly said, "But after I leave, how should this destroyed world be dealt with?"
