Dawn broke, and the sun ascended.
Sunlight pierced the clouds, its dazzling radiance shining upon all things.
Winter gave way to spring, and another year passed.
On the front lines, the tug-of-war over the Dream Worlds was still dragging on.
Sen Wei and the others had yet to be rescued.
Perhaps it was more accurate to say that now, they could only rely on their own abilities to navigate the dreams and awaken on their own. They could no longer be roused by others, as they had been before.
The various troubles on the front lines had little to do with Fang Yang.
At this moment, Fang Yang stood beneath a peach blossom tree, his head bowed as he read a letter.
The letter was from none other than Lu Yao.
[...Your Eminence, I hope this letter finds you well.]
[...This year, another thousand youths in the tribe achieved Enlightenment, and miraculously, a grade-C Spirit Body was even born.]
