The living babies had yet to open their eyes, which meant that there was still hope.
But they had to find the whereabouts of the 24th holy child.
"The world is so big, and there are countless miscarried babies. Where are we going to find the whereabouts of the last holy child?" Dongfang Xiagui shook his head and lamented, "We can't dig up the graves of every miscarried baby!"
How long would it take?!
"Before we find the whereabouts of the last holy child, the heavens will have already gathered all the energy of the holy children, then he will be able to successfully revive!" Dietrich slapped her thigh and resigned herself to fate. "He created the Holy Spirit Continent. If he revives, whether the continent will be destroyed or survive will depend on his will."
Dietrich started to give up. She said, "It's hopeless anyway. Let's just lie down and wait for death."
