By now, the others had also appeared one by one.
Chen Dengming looked up and saw, not clouds, but a sky filled with mist and faintly shimmering spiritual energy.
Right above him were circular rings that looked like the age rings of the ginkgo tree hole that he had just glimpsed, forming a spiraling entrance and exit.
At that moment, Chen Dengming keenly sensed something was amiss.
A unique and subtle feeling of the passage of time, similar to the constant transformation of the world, was born within his tranquil spirit.
He clearly recognized it as the sensation of longevity loss that he was thoroughly familiar with.
Usually, a person's lifespan would be decreasing every moment.
But when one could perceive it so clearly, it meant that one's lifespan was being consumed at a frighteningly rapid rate.
Chen Dengming was startled and immediately checked his status secretly.
He found that his lifespan did not show any significant change. At least, he had not lost a year.
