Time slips away like sand through fingers, always disappearing when one isn't paying attention.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
It's been over eight months since Milton Cheney joined the Guardian Sea.
Sea View Pavilion, Milton Cheney's regular living room.
Milton, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes, the look of vicissitudes and bewilderment flashing through his eyes.
The True Body Simulation was over!
And he is back to over a hundred years ago.
[True Body Simulation Ends!]
[Retain Realm, Technique, Memory!]
[The host's mental abnormality is detected, the Simulator's automatic protection function has started!]
Hearing the familiar prompt from the Simulator in his mind, the emotion in Milton's eyes gradually faded.
He still remembered the last moment of his True Body Simulation, the blood-colored flood that was overwhelming, made it hard for Milton to breathe.
The next moment, Milton couldn't wait and sensed his Spiritual Sea.
