"Good! Good! Great! Somewhere in the Danhuang Palace, the flying elves saw how quickly they had passed the second pass, and their red faces were full of excitement.

"At last I see the hope of going out, master, I am doing everything you ask me to do. Although this person is of low level, he is absolutely a great genius. He must meet your requirements! uuuuuuuuuuu The elf murmured to himself, like consoling himself, automatically forgetting the power to manipulate and adjust something.

Whoever has been trapped here for billions of years will think about going out. This loneliness, which no one can communicate with, is unbearable to any intelligent...