In the pitter-patter of the water, Yang Ming raised his head to face the shower, luxuriating in the indulgence of a shower in space.
Yang Ming felt quite good at the moment.
After a half-day of deep sleep, his mental state was mostly restored, considering that the previous continuous bursts—releasing a red shockwave—had somewhat overdrawn his spirit.
After the queen's death, Yang Ming also fell from that emotionless state, and fatigue surged like a tsunami.
What on earth was that shockwave?
Spiritual power? The manifestation of telekinesis? Special brainwaves of the Ancient Gods?
Yang Ming was unclear.
His understanding of his own body was limited to its astonishing endurance—in all aspects.
The sound of the water stopped, and Yang Ming stepped out of the narrow 'cylinder' shower circle, with warm wind blowing from all sides to quickly dry the water droplets on his body.