Lin Feng was tired. He had sunken into the boundless darkness in a daze. He did not even want to move a finger.
However, the darkness was too enduring, and far too monotonous. Unwittingly, Lin Feng's consciousness seemed to have returned, yet it also seemed to be very blurry.
The darkness here was unchanging. It felt like a very, very long time had passed. It felt like an instant. Lin Feng did not even have the concept of time.
"Where am I?"
Lin Feng was "drifting" around. As he had no physical body here, he was like a white mist, drifting around. However, no matter in which direction he drifted, his surroundings seemed to be pitch-black.
Lin Feng "recalled" carefully. He felt like he had forgotten something important.
"I'm Lin Feng?"
"It seems like I'm already dead. How can I be dead?"
"A battlefield. The battlefield of Dragonlith City?"
"Who is Qu Chen? Who is Yu Shan? And Father, Mother…"
