In the Dream
The mental exhaustion was real, though there was nothing much physically wrong. After all, it was not his true body that had been used, though quite a bit of primordial matter had been consumed as replenishment.
The avatar had also seized this chance to put itself through a brutal workout. Its arms and waist had thickened by a great deal.
That black line was a product of laws. Every collision looked much like a folk game of baseball, but the force produced by those impacts was not to be underestimated. Every strike was equivalent to a collision of eighth-level power. Under the surging energies, the wizard formations inside the Duling Bone Tower had been left riddled with holes, ready to collapse at a single blow.
Still, having worn away the other party's will, Dole's efforts had not been in vain. Thus, the first thing he did after waking was inspect himself, check on the two women's conditions, send out a message, seal off his bedroom, and fall into a deep sleep.
All his avatars and his true body sleeping together—this was the first time in Dole's history since achieving success in cultivation.
He did not know how long had passed before Dole felt some strength return to him and opened his eyes.
What met his gaze was neither Babel Tower nor the Duling Bone Tower, but a dilapidated roof.
That battered roof was deeply familiar. Dole instantly snapped awake and looked around.
Beneath him was a broken bed, on either side were drafty door panels, and on his body were ragged clothes. The only change was that the dog by his feet was gone, leaving him somewhat unaccustomed to it.
If Bal had been lying there, it would have been as though he had truly returned to