Darkness, thick as ink, was impossible to disperse, and Zhu Bufan found himself feeling as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.
A sliver of light pierced through the impenetrable darkness. Upon seeing this light, Zhu Bufan struggled desperately towards it like a moth to a flame. As he drew closer, the rare light grew stronger, until finally, a white brilliance obscured Zhu Bufan's vision.
"Have you awakened?" Struggling to open his eyes, Zhu Bufan heard an ancient voice asking him. After adjusting to the light around him, Zhu Bufan looked up at the person speaking to him, and immediately, he broke into a cold sweat in fright.
At this moment, Zhu Bufan found himself in a wooden hut completely constructed of wood, and the person who had just spoken to him had skin all over his body that was dark green. His deep-set eye sockets had no eyeballs, only two dots of firelight, and his silver-gray hair was tied into braids.
