บท 781: For Power

Wang Zheng did not expect that he would achieve such an understanding. To him now, every time he had such an understanding, it was an extension of life, an experience that could never be repeated. Others were not important to him. In the depths of the icy plains, in the depths of the howling snowstorms, there seemed to be something calling out to him.

Was this the call of the star?

In Titatitan Star, the power of life was vibrant. At the same time, it was complicated. It would be disturbed by many factors and would be lost in that type of vitality. But in the world of ice, there was only loneliness, cold and death. There were not many things, and were very pure. This was what normal people would come to realize. However while Wang Zheng was running, these extra feelings would gradually disappear and he would be pursuing the existence of the source.