The urgency of the Dragon's words hit Xian Tian like a thunderbolt.
He had to act and think quickly if he wanted to save his own life.
The very fabric of his existence hung by a thread.
"I don't have much time..." he muttered, his eyes darting around, searching for any sign of his past self so he could use some vitality to revive himself.
Huffffff*
Xian Tian drew a deep, steadying breath, trying to push past the overwhelming sense of dread.
He couldn't afford to let fear paralyze him after all he was afraid at the moment.
I mean who wouldn't? If you don't know what's going to happen to you.
Like will your only past-self go to heaven? Or what?
However that breath at least help him keep his calm.
He couldn't be this afraid and have existencial crisis as if some seven year kid had learned sun was gonna explode in some fucking trillion years.
Not now, when everything was on the line.
