That is the shadow dancing in the wind.

Feng Qingwu, who left her shadow on Li Chaoxi, looked at the night sky through the wind and snow outside the window.

Her eyes seemed to have traveled an unimaginable distance in an instant, and she saw the battlefield again.

Just like what His Majesty said.

The human race has no overall situation now.

In the countless galaxies and star fields that can be clearly seen, wars are breaking out everywhere.

Dozens of billions of interstellar fleets roar across the sky.

The battlefield is all over the stars, all over the planets, all over the sky and the earth.

Not in a certain area.

But in the entire star sea.

That black ocean stretches across dozens or hundreds of battlefields, and with its monstrous sword light, it marches forward innumerable light-year-long battlefields.

That bit of golden blood burned in the void, creating light that shattered the starry sky, tearing apart battlefields one after another.

Everything has come to an end.

It's not just because of Li Tianlan's awakening.

Also because their development has reached its extreme.

If they cannot break this bottleneck, what awaits them is the inevitable end.

Feng Qingwu lowered her head and no longer looked at the battlefield filled with stars.

Because everything is meaningless.

She won't take action.

Just like the Human Emperor in the Human Emperor's Palace, he also won't take action.

It really makes no sense.

Silence is just a choice.

Fighting is also a choice.

The so-called hope of victory has long been shattered into despair bit by bit in the illusory reality.

So whether to keep fighting or remain silent has become a choice.

This is their only power.

It is also a power that everyone has always had.
Chapter completed!