Fu Ling felt his consciousness return and lay stiff. Did he transmigrate again? What happened to Chaos? Why did the system go MIA?
These few questions turned around in his mind as he carefully opened his eyes a crack. Everywhere around him was white. Was he in a hospital ward?
A quick glance towards the side showed he was not. There was the familiar scenery of the stars and galaxies.
He looked downward and saw that he was laying on a bed of clouds. How was that even possible?
He swung his legs down and caught his reflection in the crystal clear water at the side. His body felt different too.
His hair was white, and spread out on his back. His heart skipped a beat but he didn't dare to hope. Was this another world he entered? A cultivation world this time?
Before he could move another step, memories poured into is head. From his birth, to his acquaintance with Chaos, to the fight and his journey to the small worlds.
