Shen Zhui felt as if he had just woken from a long sleep.
Since the time he had set foot on the path of spiritual cultivation, sleeping like an ordinary human had become a luxury.
Because his divine soul always remained aware!
But this time, he really felt as if he had 'slept'.
It was a warm and comfortable feeling, which made Shen Zhui not want to wake up for a long time.
Because he had also had a very long dream!
In the dream, he stood atop a high peak, with pavilions and buildings, spaceships and towers, rivers flowing incessantly below.
In the dream, he sat upon the throne, with ten thousand people paying him homage.
In the dream, he stood above everyone else, beneath him flowed a legion of soldiers like a tidal wave.
Commanding the wind and the rain, there was nothing he could not do!
This feeling was exhilarating!
"Crack crack crack... boom!" Rocks exploded, revealing Shen Zhui's figure.