Sunlight slowly rose up from Li Yao's feet like crimson mist, making him fall into a warm and fuzzy dream.
To this moment, he was still not clear-headed enough to tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.
But the impulsiveness, passion, and strength in the bottom of his heart were fading fast. It was an indescribable feeling, but every man knew that it was like the double cooling of the body and the mind after an outburst of passion.
Ding Lingdang, Floating Spear City, the Grand Desolate War Institution, the Star Glory Federation, the Cultivators, the demon beasts… The pictures that were extremely clear a moment ago were now mottled and hidden in the depths of his brain cells like a receding tide. They had been replaced by memories of the real world.
His hands, which were so light that they seemed to be burning a moment ago, were now as heavy as cold granite. He couldn't even lift them, much less perform any dazzling movements.
