"Hurry... faster..."
"If we don't leave Heavenly Mountain soon..."
"There won't be any time left..."
Whoosh—
Wu Liang's eyes snapped open, and he bolted out of his sleeping bag like a released arrow, instinctively assuming a defensive stance, his eyes flashing with a fierce, vigilant look.
This sudden reaction startled the nearby Fierce Ghost Minions into silence.
It took a full five seconds before Wu Liang surveyed his surroundings and gradually eased the alertness in his eyes.
The barren, black-brown land stretched out to unknown distances where mountains cascaded unendingly, and beneath were remnants of a once verdant Primitive Forest now reduced to skeletal trees.
He was still midway up Bogda Peak, and everything that just happened was merely a dream.
"So real, but why does that voice feel familiar... That's not right, why am I dreaming?" Wu Liang pondered, sitting down heavily on the ground with a frown.
