The thing people fear most is, of course, walking in endless darkness, no matter how much you walk, you'll never reach the end.
That feeling can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it, what true despair is.
Not knowing how long he had walked in the endless darkness, Yang Fan finally woke up.
He looked around, an unfamiliar world, an expanse of wasteland and low mountains stretched before him.
In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to Kongming Mountain.
Could he really have come back?
"Senior Sister, Master!" Yang Fan called twice, but no one answered. It was midday, and only the wind could be heard.
Damn it, it doesn't seem like Kongming Mountain.
He only remembers that day, after the duel with Lv Yunsong at the Yunxiao Sect, he knew nothing.
Did I die?
This doesn't seem like Hell.
In Hell, where would there be bright sunshine, the chirping of birds and fragrant flowers?
Could it be Heaven, but there are no fairies.
