Lu Yuan saw several turtle-men, now all wrinkled and aged, their bodies weak and powerless, yet still holding their posts.
The artificial small world known as [Boundaryless] requires manpower for upkeep, and as the Chaos Wind keeps intensifying, the maintenance workload increases.
This aging turtle artisan was grumbling while repairing a piece of Space Engraving.
"Turtle Guzi, you've gone off to enjoy life, leaving us here to toil like beasts of burden. Our fate is miserable!"
"Lu Yuan, you, a leader of the Mo Sect, squeeze us old folks every day... At this rate, we won't be able to sustain it much longer!"
Lu Yuan's face couldn't help but flush with embarrassment, for these remaining Strangers indeed contributed greatly to the Pangu Continent. Watching this video made him anxious.
Turtle Guzi, seeing his colleagues enduring hardship, also sighed: "Once [Boundaryless] is shattered, we will immediately enter the end of the era, meaning our time could be short."
