Tang San shook his head without speaking.
He threw back the covers, got out of bed, walked to the window, and pushed it open.
The night wind poured in with a hint of chill, dispelling the heat in his body and gradually clearing his head.
He looked up at the night sky. The bright moon hung silently above, no different from the moon over Spirit City.
"Restore the Tang Sect's glory..."
He murmured to himself, a bitter smile curling his lips.
Xiao Cui walked up behind him, gently draped an outer robe over his shoulders, and asked softly:
"Brother San, what are you saying?"
Tang San came back to his senses, closed the window, and turned to her, his gaze already calm again:
"Nothing. Go to sleep."
He lay back down and closed his eyes, but could no longer fall asleep.
That dream had been too real, so real that it made him wonder-
Had he transmigrated from the Tang Sect to the Douluo Continent, or from the Douluo Continent back to the Tang Sect?
Or had all of this been a dream from the start?
He did not know the answer.
But he knew that, since he had come to this world and been given a chance to live again, he would never let the regrets of his previous life repeat themselves.
He would rebuild the Tang Sect on the Douluo Continent!
Tang San's eyes closed against his will, and one resonant voice after another sounded in his ears:
"Tang San-"
"Tang San-"
"Tang San-"
"My chosen successor-"
Amid those repeated calls, Tang San struggled to open his eyes.
"This is...!"
Tang San looked around and discovered that he was actually in the vast cosmos.
There was no sky or earth around him, only boundless darkness and stars suspended