In the darkness, the dazzling, blinding storm of immortal light grew ever more distant, as if swept away by some invisible gale.
The massive ancient landmass was finally devoured completely by the five-colored immortal crane.
It let out a satisfied belch, then suddenly turned its head to one side: "Tsk, why are there a few such weak little things? Riding a coffin..."
...
Hiss!
"Damn, that hurts!"
Xu Yang's eyes snapped open. His mind had no time to react before the searing pain engulfed his whole body.
From flesh to primordial spirit, he was drained and exhausted, blades of agony surging endlessly.
Dozens of breaths passed.
Xu Yang's body trembled, then he limply collapsed back, breathing raggedly and hard.
Out of the corner of his eye, the roof beams came into view.
Xu Yang's whole body tensed—what he was lying on... felt just like a bedboard!
"Where is this?"
"The Immortal Domain?"
"Did someone save me? Or did I drift to the Immortal Domain?"
"Wait—the Daluo Saber?"
