Atop Mist Mountain, the Boundary River surged.
Countless streams of gray mist churned and roiled like flowing water, as if they possessed life, giving off a mysterious and profound feeling.
Wave after wave of rushing-water sounds rang out without pause, like a symphony of fate, as if recounting tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes.
If one ignored the abrupt golden cauldron in the center, the entire Boundary River looked very much like an ink-wash painting.
The lifelike Ink Dragon, the Ink Birds soaring from time to time, and the endless Ink Mountains.
Countless scenes alternated across this boundless Boundary River, as though they were divine miracles.
Of course, one also had to ignore the two people currently staring at each other.
The difference was that Su Mo's face was filled with the joy of seeing an old acquaintance.
Adam, however, looked utterly dumbfounded and confused. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong.
This was the summit of the Giant Mountain Star Region, the place where the World Cauldron was stored! Wait.
Am I hallucinating? Why am I seeing that damned brat?
Remembering how Su Mo had helped him return to reality earlier, desperately resisting the game for more than two hours and leaving him severely weakened—he had recovered less than ten percent even now—
Adam's face instantly darkened, thinking that he had hallucinated while muttering to himself.
Just as he had previously sought to invest in Su Mo at the Future Ruins, Adam had also invested in some other players over the years, trying to sponsor them in reaching the Boundary River to find his true form and set him free.
But over the course of countless tens of thousands of years, not a single creature chosen by the game had ever made it here.
Even gods