Ah Deng's cloudy eyes silently welled up with tears.
It wasn't because the wind was strong.
Nor was it due to cataracts.
But because, in this moment, Yi Lin descended from the skies, cloaked in red and black light, his small frame, palms united, striking down upon the massive eye monster.
That figure, as if by destiny, perfectly mirrored the heroic light that had shone in the final moments of the Uranos World.
"When people grow old, they become sentimental. Ah... the wind sure is thunderous today."
Ah Deng rubbed his eyes vigorously.
The traces of tears dried up quickly.
He wasn't the type to dwell in sentimentality.
He knew his existence was simply "thought."
He had always been thought.
Once, he was the thought of Uranus.
He lived because of thought.
And now, he had become Yi Lin's thought.
It was thought that guided them across the barriers of time and space to this place.
It was thought that rendered them eternal, undying, everlasting.
There's an old saying:
