Death was a painful relief. If he were to die now, would he eventually descend into hell? Feng Yi had never thought that hell, a space of that sort, existed in the world. But now, his chaotic thoughts had dragged him into an Alternate Space.
He found himself in a peculiar world where everything was unbearably hot. The heat was so intense it made breathing impossible, even the water by the lake was boiling hot. However, he must wake up, for he was in...a dream!
If questioned why, the answer was simple. Feng Yi suddenly remembered the scene where he had fallen. As a top warrior, his resilient spirit rarely dreamt, let alone being bound by a dream while being conscious. To be able to dream such strange dreams was somewhat a bad omen.
