"Every time it's discharged, the pressure of the world diminishes a bit, decreasing the probability of the Ancient Gods' resurrection."
"So from another perspective, this isn't a disaster but rather a world saving itself."
Along with the update in understanding.
The vision before Yang Fan's eyes consequently changed.
"Thud! Thud!"
An illusory heartbeat resounded at a fixed frequency.
With each beat of the heart, the white sea of mist would quiver, and the tentacles within would briefly blur.
Yang Fan instantly grasped the meaning behind the heartbeat: "This is the pulse of the world."
The World Power of Canglan Star is exerting all its might to repeatedly clash against the strength of the Ancient Gods.
He naturally comprehended more information: "Approximately 38 hours later, the world will undergo another discharge, and a disaster will occur in the Arctic."
Originally, he could only roughly estimate the timing of the disaster outbreak.
Now he could judge more accurately.
