The Desolate Space was extremely vast.
No one knew how many small worlds there were in this desolate space.
When their consciousness appeared, they were already existences that had appeared in the desolate space. They were surrounded by a ray of light, and that ray of light was this small world.
Around them, there were countless specks of starlight. They were so densely packed that one could not see the end of them.
Some of the lights were the size of fireflies, some were the size of bowls, and some were the size of spheres. Some were like a ball of raging fire, shockingly hot.
Countless starlight formed a desolate space.
Or rather, it was a desolate space that nurtured countless small worlds.
"At that time, you were mischievous and mischievous. You tried to leave the ball of light and touch other small worlds. Do you still remember?" Lu Huaijiang's brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Lulu's mischievousness back then.
