Su Rin's pupils trembled for a moment.
Over the long period, he traveled the universe, journeying along the routes, his consciousness gradually recovering, no longer the Cloud City God. In contrast, Su Ming'an became more and more like a deity.
Now, Su Ming'an's strength had reached such a level that even the ten thousand beautiful dreams placed in his soul by the High Dimensions... were automatically rejected by his formidable strength.
He could no longer find that beautiful dream; he could not retrieve Yuanyuan, who remained in the World Game, nothing could be returned.
"...The sea of Pulaya is very beautiful," Su Rin said.
The Madman looked up at him.
