"Uncle Du, that was amazing! The Simulation Field was completely destroyed, so cool!" Gao Ming affectionately grabbed Du Ge's shoulder and excitedly shook him. "Why are you still looking so down? I know, the sudden end of the Simulation Field affected your cultivation of spiritual power, right? It's true, there were still over two hundred people in the Simulation Field, and each person could draw ten points. You could have gained at least two thousand spiritual power. How could this damn Simulation Field suddenly close?"

He was originally happy, but after muttering to himself, his mood suddenly became low, and his resentful expression seemed as if he had lost a billion.

Du Ge forced a smile. "Think whatever you want."

"Don't be upset." Gao Ming tightened his grip on Du Ge's shoulder and comforted him. "We can't control the universal simulator of the Pan-Universe Civilization. Things have turned out this way, so just be more open-minded. Besides, you still have over a thousand spiritual power as a foundation. This amount has already broken the record. I remember, when Hua Guyun first entered the Alien Star Battlefield, his spiritual power was only a little over three hundred!"