Zhou Leng had a dream.
He dreamed that he became a small shriveled star, at first just cosmic dust, later muddling along into an asteroid, and then into a planet.
In the end, during a great upheaval of the universe, he muddleheadedly became a star.
After that, he drifted slowly through the universe.
He drifted for so, so long that eventually, aside from the boundless starry sky, there was nothing else.
A long time later, Zhou Leng lay atop Dragon Slaying Mountain and slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was indifferent, like an ancient well without ripples.
Only after quite a while did a hint of color appear in his eyes, slowly returning.
He blinked once, a flash of light passed, and Zhou Leng's consciousness returned.
He took a deep breath and got up.
His expression was still wooden, but at least there was finally a bit of human warmth.
