Is it really that magical? No wonder they say to stand on the shoulders of giants.
At such a critical moment, Fu Qian was quite certain that it was not his illusion.
It was like catching a lifeline while sliding into the abyss, taking a breather.
And the more profound this experience, the more it stimulated his aversion to falling into the abyss—fortunately, this straw seemed to be sturdy enough.
Soon, he was breathing more than just a sigh, and Fu Qian could clearly feel his state stabilizing, his mind no longer becoming abstract.
But then again, even though the predecessors summed up such useful experiences, did none of them manage to persist till the end?
This question is still somewhat difficult to answer because, under the current circumstances, Fu Qian's perception of time has been severely diminished, making it hard to determine how long he has to hold on.
Especially when no one is making a sound.
"Thanks for the reminder."
