Soon, Ye Xiaowei returned to the place where he had initially descended. The crack above was still there, showing no signs of change during Ye Xiaowei's absence.
The spiritual entity of the small grass arrived here, lifted its head through the crack, glanced at the sky, and was about to leave, showing some reluctance. It lowered its head to look at the water of lives below, waved its delicate little hand, and the river water brimming with boundless life force was absorbed.
The leaves of the small grass became even brighter, as if they had just experienced the baptism of rain, becoming more lush and transparent.
In no time, the large river in front of them was completely absorbed, leaving only a trench that was ten yards wide and extended for who knows how many miles. In the trench, there was no water of lives left. The spiritual entity of the small grass gazed at the trench, lost in thought.
There was no turning back. Just follow this young man and see the current world.