"Going one step further, creating a powerful civilization like the Tao Ancestor isn't impossible."
Yao Xi's words were so powerful they felt deafening, and her perspective was refreshingly novel to Luo Qiao.
At that moment, Yao Xi, who had been walking ahead, suddenly stopped without any warning.
Because they had reached the end of the Biyou Palace, where the murals and reliefs had disappeared entirely, leaving only an endless corridor yet to take form.
This "endless corridor" wasn't just a metaphor; it was a literal white corridor with no end.
Yao Xi couldn't understand how Luo Qiao managed to do it.
But she could sense the danger and possibilities of that endless corridor.
Once you step into that corridor yet to be formed, it's like plunging into a future with endless possibilities, completely losing your way.
However, within that boundless white corridor, a streak of golden radiance shone like the sun.
