Where am I?
Who am I, after all?
In the darkness, a consciousness that had been asleep for who knows how long slowly awoke.
Before his eyes was pitch black; storms raged every moment, their power so great that even if the Forbidden Martial Emperor were caught up in one, he would likely meet his death with no place to bury his body.
"Am I alive, or am I dead?"
Shi Xiaole could barely believe it.
He did not know where he was. The storms that brushed past gave him an abnormally dangerous feeling, and yet the last remaining fragments of his consciousness, perhaps by sheer luck, dodged crisis after crisis.
No, it wasn't good fortune.
Shi Xiaole then discovered that, outside his fragmented consciousness, shone a circle of six-colored light: black, white, cyan, green, blue, red.
It was this ring of six-colored light that saved him from being struck by the storms.
