Wei Huo followed Xiao Cheng down the river. At first, the river became wider, but gradually, it became narrower.
By the time they swam downstream, it was no longer a huge river but a trickling stream. Wei Huo saw many memories in the river, but as time passed, everything gradually withered. More and more creatures died slowly. Even some Mythical creatures died because of the destruction of Small Worlds.
This might be the end of time, the end of fate. Everything would die.
Wei Huo kept following Xiao Cheng. Soon, they reached the end of the long river. It was an extremely thin stream now. There were no scenes in the river anymore, as if everything had come to an end. Everything had died, and the river itself would die.
However, at the end of the river, Wei Huo saw a few words.
"The story is over."
A rare look of shock appeared on Wei Huo's face. Those were terrifying words that explained the truth about the world.
