Darkness, like a retreating tide, ebbed away.
Xu Yang's eyelids quivered, and before he could fully open his eyes, his head throbbed with an excruciating pain.
"Where is this...?"
Opening his eyes and pressing his head, Xu Yang sat up and surveyed his surroundings, only to find himself on a rooftop scattered with several empty bottles of alcohol and traces of vomit, emitting an unbearable stench.
Xu Yang frowned, activating the Martial Arts Scripture by instinct, only to then feel an unprecedented weakness and thirst; his limbs, organs, everything felt empty, so powerless.
This was the body of a young man in a severely subhealthy state!
It was young, after all. If it were a middle-aged or older person with this physical condition, they'd long be lying in a coffin.
Honestly, Xu Yang hadn't felt like this in a long time. After all, his most recent dreams had been either in the Divine Martial World or the World of Dao and Law, with a decent starting point in each.
But now...
