It has been a long, long time.
The waves of the Nether Oblivion Sea, crashing against the dam.
The corpse lying on the dam suddenly twitched a finger.
Ao Wushuang opened his eyes with difficulty, he sat up, a sense of bewilderment filled his gaze.
"Is this the world after death…"
He murmured, saying:
"After complete obliteration, why do I still have consciousness… Where is the Little Monkey?"
"Is she also in this world after death?"
But, at this moment, an old voice had already sounded, saying:
"Don't be stupid, you aren't dead."
It was the voice of the Divine Jumper.
Ao Wushuang raised his eyes, only to see the Divine Jumper sitting on a chair, gazing at the scenery beyond the dam, his legs crossed, with the Water Emperor obediently half-kneeling in front of him, massaging his feet, and the Thunder Emperor respectfully rubbing his shoulders.
He was enjoying it, feeling very relaxed.
"What… I'm not dead?"
