An elderly man trembled as he placed a "Life Talisman" into his grandson's hand, with a crying expression emerging on his mask as he turned away.
Life Throat was the first to enter the Space Channel.
Behind him, thirty thousand clan members flooded in one after another.
At the moment the Light Gate was about to close, Life Throat glanced back at the clansmen who came to say goodbye.
He saw the Great Destiny Master still standing in place, silver hair like a waterfall, eternal divine radiance, nodding and smiling at him.
As if saying farewell, but also as if waiting.
Waiting for them to bring new hope.
When the last ray of light from the Teleportation Array dissipated, Life Throat suddenly felt an unprecedented lightness.
He suddenly understood something.
The so-called favor of destiny might require the courage to gamble everything as a bargaining chip.
This is also the greatest gamble of his life.
...
Earth, above Trading City.
