Great Thousand World, Myriad Weapons Continent

The feeling of traversing a plane was truly fucking unbearable.

That was the only thought Mo Yu had after his consciousness had fallen into darkness countless times. Who could have expected that after entering the plane passageway, their group would encounter a rare Plane Storm?

After traversing the plane for who knew how long, the group from the Dou Qi Continent had not only been scattered, but Mo Yu himself had also been swept away to who knew where in a daze.

His groggy consciousness prevented him from fully awakening, while also making it impossible for him to control his body. Even now, he could not clearly determine whether he was alive or dead.

He did not know how long this state lasted. However, as his consciousness gradually drifted through the darkness, Mo Yu seemed to vaguely sense some voices beside him. Then, he completely lost consciousness again.

For some time afterward, Mo Yu remained in this darkness, grogginess, and hazy state of perception.

However, as time passed, Mo Yu discovered that his consciousness was gradually regaining control over his body. This made him sigh in relief. From the looks of things, he should still be alive.

Relying on his occasional hazy perception, Mo Yu could also feel that someone seemed to be taking care of him. Moreover, that person should be a woman.

His consciousness continued drifting in the darkness. It seemed as though a very long time had passed before a sliver of light finally tore through the darkness and seeped in, illuminating Mo Yu's groggy consciousness.

After enduring layer upon layer of struggle, his heavy eyelids finally parted into a narrow slit. His blurred vision gradually cleared, revealing what seemed to be a rather crude carriage shed.

Mo Yu stared at the carriage shed. His consciousness began