Gaze and Questions (Monthly Votes Please at the Start of the Month!)

In the murky seawater, a phantom figure walked silently past.

Ever since he had passed through that initial, most difficult period of accumulating resources, especially with the Main God handling things on his behalf, Li Yun had rarely ventured into this sea himself—

Even when he occasionally came here, it was merely to continue tempering himself.

After all, both he and the Main God had long since moved past the time when they needed to endure hardship and struggle for their first pot of gold in this nearly boundless abyssal sea.

Looking up into the distance, the "sun" that hung high above the vast sea was now a field of gold-white. A hazy layer of light spilled down from it, evaporating vast quantities of deep seawater into intangible halos that flowed toward that half-real, half-illusory star.

Silent and eternal, like streams of light falling into a black hole—

That was the Main God entrenched in the depths of the vast dream. As always, it was drawing sustenance from this sea of subconsciousness, sorting through endless outlines, remolding all origins and phenomena, and giving rise to the ever-increasing "traces" within that sea of stars.

That was right.

By now, deep within the Star Realm, those flickering "stars" were scattered across the boundless expanse like grains of sand in the Ganges. There were so many that even their sole administrator could not be bothered to keep track of them.

But he had not come here today merely to "train."

With a slight turn of thought, his gaze swept across the area and easily caught things ordinary people would struggle to notice—above an American Western town, groups of people in white robes had painted "Light Wheels" on their foreheads and were worshipping a huge glass sphere that represented the "Main God" they revered.