In the sky above the wasteland, the wind, lightning, and spatial cracks that had been stirred up by the collision of divine arts were gradually stopping.
Gu Changqing waited for a response from the tombstone.
When the sky was calm and there were no more shockwaves, the voice from the tomb rang again.
"How many years has it been?"
The voice was asking and recalling.
Gu Changqing thought for a moment and replied, "It's been a billion years since the last time Universe City opened."
Hearing Gu Changqing's answer, the tomb fell silent again. After a long time, a wisp of green smoke slowly floated out from inside it.
In front of him, it condensed into an old man in a green robe with white hair and a beard. Noticing that Gu Changqing was sizing him up, the old man said, "There's no need to look. I'm just a wisp of a soul."
The other party nodded and withdrew his divine sense.
"You're the current human ruler?"
