Chapter 467

As the saying goes.

A golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as one's own dog kennel.

On the first night after returning to the "Astral Express."

Seeing Dan Heng had a beautiful dream.

In the dream, Seeing Dan Heng saw that man once again—

The man who had chased him like a persistent plaster, like a vengeful ghost seeking his life.

Black hair, red eyes, a hint of madness in his gaze, wrapped in bandages, holding a broken ancient blade.

His name is "Blade," though his true name is no longer verifiable.

In the dream, everything was a dark red.

The sky was dim, without sun or moon, nor stars.

The two stood on the bank of a long river, staring at each other.

The river water behind them was clear and dark, as if it were the legendary "River Lethe."

On both banks of the river, red spider lilies were in full bloom, petal touching petal, dyeing this land crimson—it was the color of blood.

Surrounded by the sea of flowers, the man named "Blade" raised his broken ancient blade before him.

The mirror-like surface of the blade reflected his sharp pupils.

"This beautiful scenery, though I seek it in vain, I can invite you all to enjoy together."

Seeing Dan Heng looked at him and sighed softly.

In the past, this would surely have been a nightmare.

This man would be defeated time and again, only to be reborn time and again, until the dream collapsed and he woke up.

However, he was no longer the same person he once was.

Seeing Dan Heng raised his right arm, grasping into the void.

And so, a deep blue long spear appeared out of thin air, held in his hand.

The spear was not of a common design; it had no proper spearhead, nor a proper shaft.