"Is the person behind the Great Catastrophe that sun?" Qi Yuan looked at the sun, deep in thought.
"Today in the Vast Wave Realm, two suns hang in the sky."
The Skyless Elder sat in his wheelchair, his eyes deep and mysterious.
"It's a pity that the second sun is too small. Otherwise, if they contend for supremacy, our Vast Wave Realm may have a chance to escape the Great Catastrophe."
Qi Yuan was speechless. He looked at the Skyless Elder, "You are the small one!"
He always disliked being called small.
As if he hadn't heard Qi Yuan's words, the Skyless Elder murmured, "Born in the Vast Wave Realm, we have been greatly constrained by the Great Catastrophe."
"What if we smash that sun in the sky? Wouldn't the Great Catastrophe disappear?" Qi Yuan asked seriously.
The Skyless Elder laughed heartily, "The Great Catastrophe itself is already invincible in this world. Even the greatest of this realm joining forces would be no match for it.