His life’s wish has been fulfilled. From now on, it’s a matter of immortals and gods... Meng Qi chewed on the two sentences that Daoist chong he recited. At the same time, he looked down at the vast expanse of the Earth. Everything was peaceful and convenient. It was absolutely different from decades ago, when humanity was at its peak.
The core source of the change was precisely the ten thousand worlds he had created. Every time he saw this, he naturally felt a sense of accomplishment, satisfaction, and pride.
However, the end of the era was near. How long could such a beautiful scene last? Ten years, fifty years, a hundred years? When that time came, everything would be reduced to ashes, and all his efforts would be wasted. The universal mall would “Collapse”. There would be no discussion on the forums, and the live streaming of the videos would be dead silent. The communication group would always be quiet..
Just thinking about it made him feel melancholic and emotional.
