In a dark, ancient stone room buried deep within the forgotten mantle of the earth, the heavy silence of millennia remained undisturbed.
The air was thick with the scent of petrified sandalwood, dried spiritual herbs, and the crushing, suffocating weight of ancient laws.
Chen Feng was seated cross-legged on a worn, moss covered prayer mat carved from primordial spirit-jade, silently meditating.
His facial contours were as sharp, noble, and flawlessly chiseled as sculpted celestial marble, and an aura of righteousness naturally radiated from his every pore.
When the catastrophic spatial crack on the northern plains had violently swallowed them and sent them away across the vast expanse of the Ancient Heaven Star, Chen Feng's heaven defying luck had immediately activated.
