After reading the last part of this information, Yang Ming felt greatly disappointed.
There was no information about the high-dimensional world.
Yang Ming sat on the bed in his own bedroom in the City of Light, staring blankly at the somewhat empty room.
Starlight filtered through several layers of film, causing tiny dust particles to dance gracefully.
What did he just see...
For a moment, Yang Ming found himself unable to respond, his eyes were somewhat dazed.
He was no longer the young man recently transformed by Kigrov; tempered by beautiful women and starry battlefields, he had already fought countless battles, ventured across the Milky Way for many years, experienced the vanity fair, made headlines, orchestrated conflicts, and brewed wars.
Yet now, Yang Ming was still shaken to his core by these last thirty scenes.
Levi Sherman was a madman.
