Within a ten-mile desolate expanse, not a single blade of grass grew, the earth was scorched black, and the smell of burning lingered in the air.
On the scorched earth, the entirely blackened Jiang Xiaobai lay there. No one knew how long had passed, when rain suddenly started to fall from the sky, getting heavier and heavier, finally extinguishing the lingering flames on the ground.
Black sewage flowed across the scorched earth, and the burnt smell in the air gradually dissipated.
The heavy rain washed over Jiang Xiaobai's body, and after an unknown length of time, his fingers finally twitched, and soon he woke up.
Jiang Xiaobai struggled to open his eyelids, struggling to sit up.
"Damn, I managed to scrape by with my life."
Just as Jiang Xiaobai was counting his blessings for surviving the ordeal, he suddenly discovered his Dantian was completely empty, devoid of any True Yuan.
