Su Yu’s consciousness entered a muddle-headed state as he was trapped in the holy infant flame seed.
He did not know where the sky was or where the earth was. He did not even know how many years had passed. He did not even know if he was still alive.
In the endless chaos, Su Yu felt that he had passed through several eras. There were several times when he almost could not bear the loneliness and his consciousness collapsed.
The hundreds of years that he had experienced in his life were not as torturous as those moments in the chaos.
My true time in the chaos should not be short, right?
With this thought in mind, Su Yu calculated with his fingers and his expression was silent.
It turned out that only a few days had passed since the point of song Renwang’s finger.
A few days... were as long as a few eras.
The days felt like years. It was already impossible to describe the endless chaotic time that he had experienced.
