"Shen Ye,"
Su Rong sighed.
"What's wrong?" Shen Ye asked.
"The multiverse has exhausted a tremendous amount of strength to prematurely activate the 'gate' power of the Sixth Era, bestowing it upon all beings,"
"Thanks to your efforts, it has won this life-and-death wager."
"Now, my merging with your multiverse has restored its strength."
"Furthermore—"
"Among all gate power users, only you have brought the gate power to the realm of Truth."
On the ground,
a green plant breaks through the soil, spreading its branches and leaves, stretching a bud before Shen Ye.
The flower blooms like white jade.
A breeze passes by.
The flower sways tirelessly, bringing waves of fragrance.
"At this critical moment of life and death, our multiverse, together with you, has extended an invitation."
"—inviting you to accept this flower."
Su Rong's tone was full of tenderness yet carried a solemnity.
Shen Ye opened his mouth wanting to say more,
