The entire stone chamber was deathly silent, gray mist surging around Lin Chen.
On the meditation mat inside the room, Lin Chen and the old Yan sat quietly in meditation like two old monks deep in contemplation.
At this moment, Lin Chen's body was utterly still, not even a hint of breathing was perceptible.
If it weren't for old Yan sensing Lin Chen's soul fluctuations, he might have thought Lin Chen was already dead.
It's been a day, and Lin Chen remains motionless; old Yan looked at Lin Chen and felt somewhat worried.
"This guy, could something have gone wrong?"
Old Yan had attempted multiple times to pull Lin Chen out from the illusionary realm, but restrained himself each time; yet Lin Chen's current condition was far too concerning.
At that moment, Lin Chen's body suddenly shook slightly, and the gray mist around him became agitated.
Under the erosion of the gray mist, his body inexplicably developed cracks, from which fresh blood slowly oozed out.
