After a devastating battle, the space was shattered like biscuits dropped on the ground. "Brother Tang", "Ah Hai", "Tongtian Cult Master", "Hou Tu"... All the big guys appeared and went offline one after another. This world has been tormented by the Demon Emperor more completely than my summer plan.
I originally had great ambitions, thinking about being a "space-time mason", repairing cracks and holes, and maybe even earning the title of "Master of Plane Repair".
As a result, after much tossing and tossing... Well, it turns out that what I am cultivating is not the world, but my blood pressure.
Forget it, what about saving the common people, what about repairing time and space. Destroy it quickly, we are tired.
... I choose to lie down and let the world take care of itself.
