They amount of energy pill I took is enough to send me on my way to never land, my vein were about to erupt from the immense pressure sent through it on one go, right when my bulging veins were to give in all the energy was sapped clean leaving no trace behind and with it my consciousness follow
My consciousness was pulled into a sort of parallel realm, a fertile land filled with tress and flowers, the atmosphere so tranquil it would pull one to sleep peacefully without a thought for the future
Standing at the center of this tranquil land is an aged man dorn in robe, his hair lose on his should, eyes shut but from a single glance you would tell it's the eyes of a veteran, one that had experience alot of things but it calm demour contradicts this idea
No energy or aura could be felt from this person, the winds rusting throw his clothes flattering his robe made it seem this figure couldn't hurt a fly, best one would think this person isn't even a cultivator to start with
