In the midst of chaos, Chu Zheng felt like he was in a boundless darkness, floating in seething lava, as if he had experienced endless ages.
His consciousness, like the shattered wreck of a ship, painstakingly piecing itself together from the abyss of chaos, slowly ascending.
With a start, Chu Zheng opened his eyes. All around was pitch black, with only extremely faint light seeping in through unknown crevices, barely outlining the coarse wooden textures.
"Cough, cough..."
Violent coughing tore through his throat and chest like a broken bellows, each cough bringing a fiery, excruciating pain.
His throat felt as if it had been repeatedly rubbed with coarse sand, filled with an unbearable spiciness and dryness, a burning sensation mixed with the scent of blood rushing to his head.
He raised his hand to draw on the Water Element essence in the void, transforming it into a clear spring, pouring it down his throat, and only then did the burning sensation gradually subside.
