"What the hell does being the Heavenly Emperor even matter? We're going to die! We're going to die!"
Qin Nu screamed repeatedly, but sadly, he was trapped within the Wheel of Fate, unable to escape even if he wanted to.
Blood kept pouring from Qin Jun's eyes, and soon his ears, nose, and mouth started to bleed as well. The immense power of time and space was crushing his internal organs, causing severe damage.
Most of all, his Divine Soul felt like it was being pierced by needles—an agonizing pain.
But he had to persist; he had no choice but to keep going. Stopping now would mean collision with the moment of Chaos's creation, where two versions of him would exist in the same timeline—a paradox capable of obliterating spacetime, unleashing unimaginable horrors.
At this point, he could no longer discern how long he had been traveling; all he could do was muster every ounce of his strength and push forward desperately.
Eight trillion years!
Nine trillion years!
