"What a great place, no, what a great world..."
Such straightforward praise was rarely given by Lu Ping'an.
He had traversed so many worlds, yet it felt like moving from one hell to another purgatory.
Though still a young man, he had seen too much despair lingering at the brink of doomsday and remembered the twilight of civilizations, feeling compassionate yet powerless as worlds crumbled one by one.
"In the end, it's still too weak, not just the world, but the intelligent race upon it..."
Perhaps in another timeline, the world didn't care about the continuity of its inhabitants, but in this world teeming with the extraordinary and contamination, the quality and quantity of civilization and the Strongman within truly determine the world's survival time.
The world may lack wisdom but does indeed possess "consciousness."
It is the source of everything in this world and naturally has some unknown connection with its residents.
