Xia Feng's consciousness was muddled, as if tossed by turbulent waves in the sea, and he was finally submerged and sank to the bottom.
He maintained a trace of mental clarity, sensing the surroundings, yet inevitably fell into darkness, his thoughts stagnated.
Vaguely, he saw a light ahead.
Within the light, there was a silhouette in a star skirt that he found very familiar sitting there.
Swoosh—
Suddenly, there was brightness before his eyes, and the familiar sight of the World Tree appeared.
The canopy of the World Tree covered the sky and the sun, and a Pale giant dragon remained proudly lifting its majestic head, and the ever-burning Gray Fire surged and coiled on the layers of Supreme Divine Rank.
The Divine Throne was embedded in the center of the tree's base, where the woman in the star skirt sat with closed eyes.
Upon seeing this scene, Xia Feng's expression was momentarily dazed.
