Lin Chen felt his body plummeting rapidly, his vision engulfed in darkness.
"Damn this old Taoist, is he trying to kill me?"
He tried to activate his Spiritual Power to stop the fall, but it seemed as if his Spiritual Power had vanished.
Suddenly, a light appeared before him, and then all he could see was an expanse of white.
Lin Chen felt as if he were traveling through a time corridor, with fragments of his own life on either side.
He saw Zhao Xiaowen, saw Xue Ying, saw Qin Lan... An Xiaodi; his speed of falling grew faster and faster until at last, the images on either side turned into mere phantoms, which he could hardly discern even with the help of Tianyan Divine Eye.
Finally, Lin Chen felt himself land, and looking around, in front of him was an ethereal figure, flickering with a dazzling light, resembling an old man, but his face was indiscernible.
