Gazing at the surging golden light ball, Leo Ray noticed.
The brilliance flowing on it was becoming more dazzling and thick, the original red, yellow, and blue colors had completely disappeared, leaving only the emerging colors of the fusion still changing.
The dazzling scene, akin to the passage of years and the waves pushing forward, unavoidably invoked a sense of lament.
"The three original colors have long disappeared, and the golden light ball is even more dazzling. It seems that the light ball itself is also depicting a unique inheritance."
Leo Ray's pitch-black pupils reflected the golden glow as he unconsciously murmured to himself.
"Accepting the baton passed down by our ancestors, holding on to it as we continue to run and pass it on to the next generation, isn't that how history is formed?"
