The clouds and smoke swam forth swiftly before Su Ming's eyes, as if a thousand years were going past. It only lasted for an instant, but the length of that instant seemed to be continuously lengthened, which would cause most people to be at a loss at what to do.
It lasted only for the blink of an eye, but that action itself seemed to carry fatigue, and it brought with it the powerlessness of struggling against the passage of time.
This was what Su Ming felt once he walked out of the crack in the sky from the first dimension.
The body of the supreme treasure might seem to not have changed much, but within it, Su Ming, Xuan Shang, Yun You, Nian Yin, Hua Yu, and even Xu Hui found their minds in a state of chaos. Xu Hui was in a slightly better condition, but Xuan Shang and his group were hit by a clear, heavy fatigue.
"I lost about a hundred years of my life…"
"It's the same for me…"
Preview to next chapter: The Tree’s Ancestor
Su Ming and the bald crane are best friends and no one can change my mind about it.