"Where is this?"
In a mysterious space, Long Yan's consciousness drifts along like a flat boat in a stormy sea.
Everything around is pitch black, as if the whole world is submerged in darkness, or perhaps the darkness is devouring the entire world.
"Damn it, did I die again?"
Being engulfed in endless darkness, this feeling is as if his soul was being dragged into a dark world. He had experienced the same feeling when he fell in his past life.
"No, I can't die yet!"
"I have a family, brothers, and Xiaoyi. I can't die - I have yet to personally kill Wu Dao!"
"I haven't seen my father and mother yet, I can't die!"
Long Yan's consciousness struggles violently, but unfortunately, his struggle has no effect as mysterious power envelopes his consciousness, making it heavier and gradually dragged into the dark abyss.
"Roar..."
At this moment, an ancient dragon chant suddenly resounds.
