Causality of Civilizations!
Editor: Henyee Translations
Li Yao felt that he was ripped apart on the cellular—no, on the genetic level.
But there was no excruciating pain at all. Instead, it was as comfortable as being soaked in a certain warm, oily fluid.
He felt that he was like a piece of powerful, precisely-structured magical equipment that due to the serious internal erosions from long-time, high-intensity usages had been dismantled into the most fundamental components, which were placed into the maintenance oil in different categories and repaired gently and carefully. He felt both lazy and enjoyable.
It was the peace and tranquility that he hadn't relished for a long time.
He was so comfortable that he wanted to sleep on just like that. Forever might be too much, but he would not object to a sleep of a hundred years for a start.
However, in his dizziness and not knowing how much time had passed, he heard two strange voices.