"Do you wish to attain eternal life?"
"Are you qualified to defy the Heavens and live forever?"
"Do you want to have a type of life that is unique in all Heaven?"
Meng Hao's mind buzzed. As soon as he entered this world, three sentences entered his ears. They were not spoken by the same person, and they resounded like thunder into his mind and heart.
At the same time, he saw that the sky of this world was a familiar gray color. No gray mist covered the ground, but Meng Hao could see hundreds of thousands of figures, all of them Bridge Slaves, moving at high speed in the direction that he and Zhixiang were standing in.
