WHOOSH—
The dream-like vision shattered, replaced by the faint light of dawn.
"Alliance Leader Wu... Alliance Leader Wu?"
A voice, as if calling from the edge of the heavens, grew clearer and more real, pulling Wu Dao's consciousness back to the present world.
Brilliant white light scattered down from the sky.
It was glaring, a sensation Wu Dao hadn't felt in a long time, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Through the slits of his vision, distant mountains were the color of dark ink, and nearby waters were shrouded in mist.
RUSTLE RUSTLE—
Perhaps a clear summer breeze was blowing past.
It dispelled some of the stifling heat. Lush grass and trees rustled, accompanied by the clamorous chirping of cicadas.
"It's nothing."
The myriad emotions in Wu Dao's eyes melted into indifference as he replied in a calm tone.
In the Sea of Suffering, he had endured countless hardships.
