Gu Jianlin slept, and it was the most restful sleep he had since stepping into the Extraordinary World.
In his dream, he arrived at Tian Ding Temple, listening to the sounds of morning bell and evening drum. The roaring wind pierced through the vast sea of clouds, where a towering stone stele stood majestically, reminiscent of her slender yet towering silhouette.
He fell asleep beneath that golden ginkgo tree, and the gentle breeze felt like caresses on his face.
As if someone was gently stroking his face.
When he awoke again, the entire Ancient God Realm was bathed in the light of sunrise.
The wilderness no longer felt desolate, as if it secretly harbored life.
The dry ridges were enveloped in sunlight, sprouting tender green buds everywhere, brimming with vitality.
"Awake?"
Su Youzhu knelt under the golden ancient tree, slightly tilting her head to look at him with calm eyes.
Tang Ling said nothing, just handed him a bottle of water.
