Time passed unknowingly, and the darkness slowly faded away.
Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel a bout of weakness within his body, as if his Primordial Qi had been greatly damaged.
He looked around, and it was still the familiar blue sky and white clouds, with the twin suns hanging high in the sky…
But Zhao Sheng quickly noticed something different.
The world around him seemed more real than before, with a light breeze bringing a chilling intention, and the sunlight was scorching hot, warming his body.
Zhao Sheng took a couple of steps forward, flicked his finger, and a thread of Sword Light shot out from his fingertip, piercing into the ground and leaving a fine hole.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's brow furrowed slightly.
Because he noticed the power of the Sword Light was much smaller than the previous two times, or rather, this world had become more and more real, while his own strength had greatly decreased.
