Breaking Free

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Sea World, on West Sand Island in the East Sea, Sanbao was also buried in study in his library, poring over tome after tome on Origin Stones and origin space.

Unfortunately, the Fire Forbidden World was, after all, another world. In the East Sea, there were simply no records whatsoever concerning the Fire Forbidden Continent or rock crystal.

After finishing a bottle of strong liquor, Sanbao took out another...

By the time no fewer than thirty bottles littered the floor, Sanbao finally drifted into a muddled sleep. He slept for a full three days and nights—his first time sleeping since entering the Fire Forbidden World.

In truth, once one reached the god rank, going three to five months without sleep was nothing; even several decades without a single night's rest posed no problem. As long as the soul body could absorb sufficient soul power and the physical body had an adequate supply of divine power, one could remain vigorous indefinitely.

Yet Sanbao slept especially deeply this time. In all these years, he had never once slept so soundly.

Sanbao had a dream. In it, he saw his parents, from whom he had been separated for thirty years. They looked much as they had back then, without much change. Though they remained weathered and aged, they were clearly still far from the end of their lives.

After all, when Sanbao had left Earth, his parents had only been a little over fifty. In the Dragon Sea World, where Spirit Cultivators often lived beyond a hundred years, that age could only be considered young.

But when Sanbao tried to get a clearer look at them, he found that no matter what he did, he could not see them distinctly, as though a thick fog had obscured his vision.