Li Changsheng felt as though he had had a very long dream.
In the dream, he had arrived in a strange space where someone calling himself the Human God told him many things. He had even said that, in the future, he wanted Li Changsheng to inherit his divine position. In the end, he had given him a hint.
"...Mm."
Li Changsheng let out a heavy nasal sound.
His nose twitched slightly. He felt as though he were lying in a vast garden, surrounded by a familiar, gentle fragrance.
He slowly opened his eyes.
A curtain of silvery-white hair hung before him, and a familiar little face appeared in his sight. Yet the familiar person's eyes were red-rimmed, a watery sheen clouding her large azure eyes. From his low vantage point, he could see his own haggard reflection in that veil of tears.
"Y-you're awake?" The familiar voice asked uncertainly, hoarse with tears.
"Were you crying?"
Li Changsheng opened his mouth hoarsely. Waves of pain struck his throat, and he felt terrible all over. Although the rampaging Soul Power had already settled, the injuries inside his body were severe. What shocked Li Changsheng most was that he discovered a surging purple ocean had appeared within his mind. His immense consciousness had transformed into spiritual power, constantly stimulating him.
Above that purple ocean floated a bead radiating an intense violet glow.
Shen Yueliang raised a hand and wiped her eyes several times. She smiled and shook her head. "I wasn't crying. Why would I cry?"
A weak smile appeared on Li Changsheng's pale face. "Why are you here?"
Only then did he realize that he was atop a towering mountain peak. The mountain that had once been buried under snow now exposed its dark, black rocks.
"Because you were being so