Gao Ming knew nothing of what Zhang Ding had experienced in Hanjiang. He could only tell from the "body fragments" Zhang Ding had left in the Execution House that not only had his soul not been scattered, but his soul power seemed to have grown considerably stronger.
"The immediate priority is still Xinhu's Blood City."
Hanhai had been reestablished, but its foundations were unsteady. Gao Ming had taken a considerable risk by leaving with all the Dream Ghosts. They had to contact Xinhu's Saviors as quickly as possible.
Bathed in Xinhu's sunlight, Gao Ming stood in an abandoned building on the city's outskirts, looking down over the real-world Xinhu.
Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals, Deep Space Technology, and many other major companies had their headquarters here. The city before him had once been called the starting point of a new century, breaking genetic shackles, breaching the blockade of deep space, and bringing the future closer, step by step.
But just as they were about to achieve those goals, dreams from the Deep World wreaked havoc on reality, bringing development to a standstill. Everything seemed to have fallen back into fate's arrangements.
"Dreams are forgotten pasts, distorted faith, and overlooked despair. The people of this city strode forward and overcame countless challenges, yet in the end, they lost to human nature."
Never deny people's goodwill, and never underestimate their malice.
The setting sun sank into the deep sea like a gigantic fireball. Once its final glow had been swallowed, Gao Ming entered Xinhu.
The streetlights came on. This city was immensely prosperous. Along the ring road, Xinhu's side blazed with lights while Hanjiang's side was pitch-black, the divide stark and unmistakable.
Sensing the response of the Four Shrines inside the Execution House, Gao Ming politely hitched a ride toward the city center.
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