Tick.
Tick.
In the darkness, water droplets occasionally fell, creating a soft echo in the Water Prison deep within the mountain.
This place seemed like a corner forgotten by the world.
The only connection to the outside world came from a narrow crevice in the rock ceiling above.
Light seeped in from there, slowly moving across the stone wall, completing a trajectory—a day.
Sunset and moonrise, day and night alternated.
Who knows how long had passed.
When the outside sky changed from deep black to the white of dawn, the outline of the village at the foot of the mountain emerged in the morning light.
A new ray of light once again seeped in, just in time to shine on the figure at the center of the stone platform.
As if it were a predetermined signal.
And at that moment, on Fang Cheng's body, a pure and intense golden flame suddenly surged upward!
In the Consciousness World, the long-lasting war reached its conclusion.
