Shen Yuan's voice, unmasked, easily spread throughout the highest floor of the Treasure Drop Pavilion.
With the propagation of his words, the stagnant time seemed to be shattered, and the flow of time began to resume, returning the scene that had slowed countless times back to normal.
Yu Ke also broke free from the suffocating pressure brought by the temporal stasis, gasping for air like a person on the brink of death, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear as he looked at Shen Yuan.
Ever since he had gained the memories of his rebirth, Yu Ke had held an attitude of looking down upon everyone.
Armed with memories of the future, he knew the Great Schism was approaching, and he planned to gather resources by all means, preparing to weather the impending catastrophic event.
