After entering Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, Yang Zhen realized how incredibly naive his decision had been!
A world shrouded in haze, eerily similar to the legendary Chaos, where the sky and earth were indistinct, with no mountains or rivers, as if he had entered a world that was just beginning to be separated by heaven and earth, with the rumbling thunder fill the mid-air and countless lightning dragons flying up and down through the obscure fog.
This wasn't the Chaos world, it was a totally bewildering world. Once Yang Zhen came in, he was completely baffled, his mind a mess, a bit slow to react.
The scornful cat let out a strange cry, grabbing Yang Zhen's collar and saying, "Damn it, kid, what kind of ghost place have we come to?"
Han Yan'er seemed a bit scared, clinging tightly to Yang Zhen's hand. Yang Zhen patted it and said in a soothing voice, "Don't be afraid, it's just a place that has its own heaven and earth, it's no big deal."
