After a long time... gone.
Wang Baole wasn’t sure how long it had been. He had been a statue for far too long. Over the tens of thousands of years, one godlike figure after another had left with their tribes, the universe had experienced too many times of destruction and rebirth.
Perhaps... the only thing that hadn’t changed was that he was still here, and his true form... was still here.
It could even be said that Wang Baole had long been able to leave the thick Saturn ring and head for the glorious skies. Here... His true form was his only bond.
Wang Baole stood in the starry skies, staring at the human-faced continent. He stared at the familiar face. The doors to his memories slowly opened in his mind. The images of the past flowed like water before his eyes.
After a long while, Wang Baole sighed softly. He picked up the wine flask in his hand, placed it to his mouth, and took a big gulp. A strange glow slowly appeared in his eyes.