"Finally out."
Lin Yuan's eyes slightly narrowed, savoring the breath of freedom.
Even before his arrival, Xiahou Yuan had already been suppressed for five years.
Lin Yuan himself had spent twenty years on the eighteenth layer underground.
During those twenty years, the first ten were the most torturous, constantly suppressed by six black chains.
The next ten years he escaped the clutches of the black chains, but still had to endure the omnipresent suppression deep within the Great Abyss.
Twenty long years without freedom, without entertainment, only endless darkness and cold.
If replaced by the evolvers from the Main World who were merely a couple hundred years old, their state of mind would probably have collapsed already.
This had nothing to do with strength; it was purely a test of will and spirit.
Fortunately, Lin Yuan had traversed it three times, his mental endurance sufficiently honed.
Only then could he support himself.
