Stroking the old dog's fur and basking in the sunset's afterglow, Zhang Ming suddenly felt a faint happiness, even a sense of enjoyment.
Happiness really did come from comparison. Perhaps he had not lost everything.
So he tucked the memory of this moment into the Memory Library, to treasure forever.
"Sometimes I despise you. You're fragile, Zhang Mama, because the very next moment, your surroundings can influence you and change your mind."
"A mere Demon God far beyond the horizon can affect you, so don't think too highly of yourself. Even if you die one day, it won't mean much."
Old Zhang told himself, "The sun will still rise in the east and set in the west. Earthlings will keep developing."
But regardless, he had to find a normal world before he could properly recuperate.
Yet none of the members currently aboard the ship could find a "world," which made things rather tricky.
Back then, finding the Three-Tailed Monkey World had been an incredible stroke of luck. He had happened to catch a few monkeys that had fled from it.
But opportunities like that were rare.
Under the current circumstances, even drifting for decades might not lead him to a new world.
"Zhang Mama, have you recovered a little with the Gourd's help?" The Black Stone rolled over smugly. Seemingly noticing Zhang Ming's troubles, it said in its aged voice, "There are actually quite a few hidden worlds, but very, very few would be willing to accept you. The stronger a creature is, the harder it is for a world to accept them."
"You can destroy an ecosystem single-handedly. Why would a world accept you?"
Zhang Ming understood this reasoning too. He sighed. "What about old Mr. Bai Ze? Doesn't it have a way to search?"
The stone said mockingly,