Spring comes and autumn goes, time flies like a shuttle.
In the classical and luxurious bedroom, Zhu Haomiao opened his eyes from a long deep sleep and saw a hazy lotus illusion slowly rotating above his chest.
As if sensing the descent of the main body's will, the tightly closed flower bud slowly bloomed, revealing the beautifully dreamy Creation Jade Disk at its center, and the "golden pistil" supported by the disk.
A thought in his mind, the golden law rune integrated into the soul, nearly a hundred years of virtual memory surged into the brain like a tsunami, the pupils of Zhu Haomiao, which had just focused, once again became hollow and lost.
After a long time, the vast amount of memory and experience was gradually digested and absorbed. Zhu Haomiao gently pinched the space between his eyebrows and looked at Wilson quietly standing by his side.
"Was there anything important during my deep sleep?"
"Yes, my lord."
