Nothing can be perceived.
Only the boundless darkness envelopes.
As if asleep.
Yet as if dead.
In the deep silence, Ye Xuan seemed to see the silhouettes of some old acquaintances.
Thunder Demon.
Kunpeng.
First Corpse.
...
They all seem to be calling Ye Xuan.
Just like when Ye Xuan was cultivating Sleeping Spring and Autumn.
Ye Xuan felt his eyelids heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to open them.
He couldn't see those old friends.
Only their familiar voices could be heard.
It's an extremely powerless feeling.
In a daze, Ye Xuan seemed to see a figure in white turning its back to him, as if about to turn around.
Ye Xuan's consciousness cleared somewhat, wanting to see that figure in white clearly.
Because he knew.
The figure in white was not anyone else.
It was... Emperor Burial Lord!
"Awaken!"
Ye Xuan shouted inwardly, launching the hidden ace buried within the Emperor Soul.
At this moment.
Ye Xuan suddenly awoke, opening his eyes.
