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After experiencing the war in the upper world, Song Lan set foot in a realm even more advanced than theirs, which might very well be the higher tier mentioned in the prophecies of the upper world. Some beings of the upper world believed there existed an unknown force above them, manipulating the fates of all things, themselves included.
It was precisely for this reason that they had employed every means to catch a glimpse of destiny's edge, prophesying the arrival of the Saint Heir.
"What are you spacing out for? If we don't set off now, we'll be late,"
Song Lan, having already taken off his apron, urged in a daze.
Unlike the emotionally complex "Nothingness," his thoughts were very pragmatic.
Today was the first day of the establishment of Aocher-Nibulu, and everything was at its infancy.
The Sage Er, Er…
The Dwarf Musketeer became the first legitimate ruler of this kingdom.
