Darkness faded, and Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes to see a blue sky with white clouds, two suns hanging high, and a continuous stretch of palaces and pavilions among a forest of peaks...
Looking at the familiar scenery in front of him, Zhao Sheng felt bewildered, "I didn't die, and I'm back to where I started?"
He calmed his spirit, his figure flashed, diving directly from the mountain peak into the open air.
A thousand-foot peak flashed by, and Zhao Sheng gently landed among a large area of ancient-style buildings filled with abundant Spiritual Energy.
Hmm?
As soon as he landed, Zhao Sheng's expression subtly changed. During his flight, he had detected something unusual; a nameless weakness spontaneously arose in his body, leaving him feeling hollow as if a significant part of his spirit had been carved out of thin air.
