The night had fallen, and the party had ended.
Everyone was drunk and dispersed, except for Chen Miao, who stood alone on the rooftop, slightly tipsy as he overlooked the city. His mind was blank, not thinking about anything, just quietly enjoying a moment of peace.
Just then—
Maybe he was drunk, but suddenly, a space-time rift appeared before him.
He could even see through the rift to the world on the other side, where the night was bustling with traffic, looking extremely prosperous.
"..."
A hint of confusion flashed through Chen Miao's eyes, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Damn it.
Not another traversal already, right?
He didn't want to traverse again. Everything had finally settled down, and he had become the strongest in this universe. If he traversed again, who knew which sub-universe he would end up in!
And if it was a physical traverse, it wouldn't be too bad; with his strength, even if he couldn't return, he could still live well.
