After Ye Chen fell into a coma, it seemed he was plunged into a pitch-black space. This was a magical world, seemingly amalgamating many strange things, with exotic beasts flying in the sky and divine beasts running on the ground. They rampaged recklessly, roaring wildly. There stood a pyramid, and Ye Chen stood at the topmost point of this astounding realm, adorned in his golden armor, holding the Fangtian Halberd high above, instantly making the myriad beasts worship him. Cheers resounded in unison.
This is a world of gods, a Mi Zhu World, a world where one forgets oneself. Between heaven and earth, it feels as though there is only Ye Chen and the myriad flying and running beasts in this world.
In a trance, Ye Chen seemed to perceive a gentle voice drifting from the horizon.
