The rippling Stellar River swept up the great snowflake dragon, the ice soul, and Snow-Treading Madmen's corpse.
These things merged into the Stellar River little by little.
Aboard the black-canopied boat, Snow-Treading Madmen held the lantern and horn as it shrank along with the Stellar River, spiraled around, and finally plunged into the back of Wang Quan's head.
But just as the stern of the black-canopied boat was about to enter the back of Wang Quan's head, Snow-Treading Madmen suddenly poked her head out. She wanted to say something, but the next instant, the Stellar River surged and slapped her back inside.
"All I want is for you to use this divine ability more often, let me out for some fresh air, and bring back a few more companions."
"At least... give me an audience to act wild in front of!"
Inside the Purple Mansion, within the divine ability building for A Boatful of Clear Dreams Weighs Upon the Stellar River, Snow-Treading Madmen let out an unwilling cry.
Unfortunately, there were no living beings in the surrounding buildings, and no one heard him.
In the distance, a Foundation Establishment Dao Platform rumbled. Great numbers of spirit monsters and warriors came and went, constantly tempering the altar, with even less time to pay him any attention.
"Alas!"
Snow-Treading Madmen sighed, then looked around.
He saw the many buildings rumbling with strange wonders and wanted to go take a look.
But when he reached the doorway, he discovered that he could not get out.
At the same time, he received a message: work diligently and raise your access privileges to expand your range of movement.
"Heh, you fucking killed me, and now you want me to work for you?"
"Dream on!"
"Do you really think I've never gone into seclusion?"
"Just wait.