The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

everything is over.

Yu Shuheng suppressed the churning blood and qi within his body and the excruciating pain in several places. With a flash, he created subtle spatial ripples and instantly appeared beside the swaying Su Xiaoya.

His outstretched hand was steady and strong, carefully supporting her almost exhausted body.

“Little girl!” His voice was filled with barely concealed anxiety.

Su Xiaoya's breath was weak, but she still managed a smile—the continuous high-intensity battle and the final destruction and devouring of the space had almost drained all of her chaotic power. Even her divine soul power was greatly depleted.

Su Xiaoya reassured Yu Shuheng, then, disregarding the mess on the ground, sat cross-legged, formed a mudra with her hands facing upwards.

A faint spiritual light emerged from her body, like a candle flickering in the wind, and began to slowly and steadily absorb the remaining sparse spiritual energy in the surrounding world, circulating it throughout her body to nourish her injuries.

Upon seeing this, Yu Shuheng immediately mustered his strength, and his vast divine sense spread out like mercury, covering an area of ​​several dozen feet in radius.

He could sense even the slightest movement.

His own injuries were also quite severe, with internal organs trembling and meridians burning with pain. But at this moment, protecting Su Xiaoya's safety was a thousand times more important than healing himself—after all, he was the senior.

Moreover, Lao Bai and Jinlong are still souls, so they can't come out to help in crucial moments. I'm afraid these two might accidentally die.

well!

We still need to find a way to help them form physical bodies as soon as possible.

His tall, straight back provided a temporary safe space for Su Xiaoya, who was recovering from her injuries, amidst the desolate ruins.

Not far away, Wuzhiqi stood there blankly, like a stone statue that had lost its soul.

His once arrogant and dazzling monkey eyes were now empty and lifeless, staring blankly at the place where the dragon girl A-Li had last disappeared.

There, nothing remained except for a few ripples left after the space was distorted.

The three-eyed monkey and Changyou stood guard on his left and right, like loyal protectors. Their two monkey eyes were like two sparkling gems, shimmering with worry and helplessness.

The three-eyed monkey's divine eye on its forehead seemed to have lost its vitality, becoming dull and lifeless; its four ears, as if their tendons and bones had been removed, drooped limply—they had just escaped death, almost being devoured by the imposter dragon girl as nourishment. At this moment, they resembled flowers ravaged by a storm, their spirits withered and their essence damaged.

However, the two monkeys were more concerned about their elder brother, Wuzhiqi. They opened their mouths, wanting to say something to comfort him, but found that any words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

Dragon Girl A-Li, the mischievous and playful West Sea Dragon Girl who used to frolic and play with them, was like a dazzling star in the night sky, captivating Wuzhiqi's heart.

But why would she suddenly betray us, setting up such a horrific trap that nearly devoured all life in the Western Sea?

This question, like a sharp, poisonous thorn, mercilessly pierced their hearts, causing them immense pain.

Perhaps, from the Dragon Girl's final, frantic, and desperate words, we can only piece together a vague and cruel truth—the "A-Li" before us is no longer the A-Li they knew.

Her soul may have already been corrupted and replaced by evil forces, becoming a puppet of some terrible will.

The real Ali, perhaps, had already perished like a withered petal at some unknown moment.

Wuzhiqi stood there blankly, like a statue, his heart filled with a mixture of emotions—sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty—yet he didn't know how to express them.

He felt a sense of relief that he had survived this earth-shattering conspiracy against him and the entire Western Sea, as if he had grasped a lifeline in a raging storm.

But at the same time, endless sorrow surged into my heart like a tide.

The West Sea Dragon King, who had taught him supernatural powers and was like a teacher and father to him, had already self-destructed his dragon pearl and vanished into nothingness; and the figure he once deeply loved, that imposter dragon girl, had also vanished into nothingness due to the backlash from the devouring space and the combined efforts of Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng.

He clenched his teeth, firmly convinced that the demon who created the "devouring space" and ruthlessly devoured all living beings was not the Ali in his heart.

Only in this way could he barely hold on and prevent himself from completely collapsing, as if grasping the last glimmer of hope in the dark abyss.

However, the reality is that he truly became a lonely figure.

Looking out, the once bustling and prosperous Western Sea, where all living beings once dwelled, now has almost no trace of powerful demonic energy.

As far as the eye could see and the mind could perceive, there were only some ignorant and unintelligent low-level sea beasts swimming in the deeper sea.

Those dragon sons and grandsons, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, clam maidens and mermaids... all the sea creatures that have awakened their intelligence have probably become nourishment for that fake dragon maiden to activate the devouring space in an attempt to revive some ancient being, reduced to ashes and their souls scattered.

The Western Sea is empty.

Wuzhiqi felt a bone-chilling cold and bewilderment.

What should he do?

Rebuild the West Sea?

What will we use to rebuild?

Does the Dragon King of the West Sea still have any bloodline remaining?

Judging from the imposter's ruthless methods, I'm afraid even the Dragon King's direct descendants have already been wiped out, and their chances of survival are slim.

A profound despair, like the cold current from the deepest part of the Western Sea, gradually engulfed him.

In this deathly silence and despair, within the mysterious space inside Su Xiaoya's body.

The golden dragon, which had almost exhausted its soul power while rescuing the Yinglong egg, was like a candle flickering in the wind. Su Xiaoya used the Soul Condensing Dew to pull it back from the brink of death. At this moment, it is nourishing its soul in Su Xiaoya's personal space, preparing to condense its physical body.

However, suddenly, a mysterious fluctuation, like a clear spring, broke the golden dragon's meditative state and awakened it.

Is this—a cry for help?

That's the dragon cub crying for help!

Jinlong became as agitated as an ant on a hot pan. His cries for help were so weak, like a candle flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

The golden dragon felt as if its heart was being torn apart, lamenting its unfortunate fate. It had finally managed to transmigrate to this world, only to find itself not a prince or a powerful minister, not even human! Worse still, it was merely a wisp of dragon soul!

Fortunately, it was lucky enough to meet three fellow villagers.

But why are all the dragons on Qingyuan Star so miserable?

The golden dragon waited anxiously. Finally, when it sensed that Su Xiaoya's healing was about to end and her breathing had stabilized slightly, it immediately released an extremely powerful wave of divine sense: "Little girl! Quick! Go to the Burial Dragon Abyss!"

Su Xiaoya had just opened her eyes when she received this urgent message as if struck by lightning, her mind reeling: "Burial Dragon Abyss? Golden Dragon, you mean..."

"Dragon egg! That old codger, the West Sea Dragon King, really did leave a backup plan!" The voice of the golden dragon's remnant soul was filled with excitement and urgency, as if it were shouting in a storm:

"It's at the deepest part of the Dragon Burial Abyss! I can feel a faint resonance of true dragon blood there! But... it's too faint, the life force is rapidly fading away! If we don't go now, it will really be too late! That's the last hope of the Western Sea Dragon Clan, no, it's the last hope of all the high-level sea races in the Western Sea!"

Su Xiaoya's face turned deathly pale instantly. She turned sharply to look at Yu Shuheng, who had been silently protecting her.

"Shuheng," Su Xiaoya's voice was as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down on an egg, "The Golden Dragon has discovered that there is a dragon egg left by the West Sea Dragon King in the Burial Dragon Abyss, but its life force is about to be cut off. We must rush there immediately!"

Su Xiaoya had one more thing she didn't say: she still had a difficult mission to go to the Burial Dragon Abyss to find the Soul Clan.

However, now is not the time to talk about it.

After all, only Yu Shuheng knew about her system, and she had no intention of spreading it around.