Dead Sea of Space

Wang Ming woke up…

The first thing he felt was sharp pain, as if his head had been sliced open with a watermelon knife and almost split apart. It was a very long while before Wang Ming recovered slightly from the sensation.

Even when he moved, he didn't dare make any big movements in case it injured his head.

When he sat up to determine where he was, two hours had already passed since the moment he had opened his eyes.

His head hurt so badly that he couldn't think straight. When he sat up, he was wet with sweat and his white coat was already drenched.

Finally, he could clearly see his surroundings.

He was in the middle of an aurora…

Before him was a sea of glass with no end in sight. The splendid colors of an aurora filled the sky as the lights tangled together in a dazzling display.

Currently, he was sitting on the Heavenly Materials sword which had taken the form of a bamboo raft and which was floating in this sea of glass.