Night fell once more.
After a full day and night of rest, Saleon's bodily functions had begun to recover.
He looked toward the silent figure some distance away, who had been gazing up at the sky for a long time. As a distant rumble gradually rolled across the land, the figure finally let out a sigh after a long silence.
"Master Reilo, are there any problems with the infiltration plan?"
Saleon struggled to prop himself up.
"I've been hiding here for a long time, and I know everything about this place. I can draw some of the guards away for you."
Reilo turned and looked at Saleon.
The man was struggling to adapt to his body, but various rejection symptoms still caused a mixture of plant sap and blood to seep from him. He had not fully entered the adaptation period Reilo had envisioned.
"In the ancient Aurora language, 'yu' represents the length and breadth of time, while 'zhou' means the end of space. Everything in the universe is merely a box in which the Creator exiled sinners. In the eyes of modern scholars, the universe is an infinitely vast expanse of space, illuminated and expanded by the light of the sun after its birth. And between this boundless cosmos, we are no more than a swarm of ants, a dune of sand—insignificant, struggling with all our might to escape extinction. Who would care about us besides ourselves?"
Saleon looked bewildered.
As Saleon watched, not quite understanding, Reilo had already turned and disappeared into the hazy night.
Near the Superhumans Matrix High Tower, the death sandstorms were much weaker at night than during the day.
Here, one could even make out the hazy stars by the dim red moonlight.
Most people would hardly notice anything unusual.
But to Reilo, the