Divine Punishment Star had four continents and oceans surrounding them, but it also had north and south poles.
Before the planet had been subjected to divine punishment, there had been a legend that it contained a pure land, free of sorrow and joy, free of birth and death.
That pure land now lay beneath Lin Zhen.
The fragrance of earth drifted up from below, and Lin Zhen slowly woke from his coma.
Or perhaps he had not yet awakened. He was currently somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness.
Where am I? Am I still on Divine Punishment Star? Have I been eliminated? Did the final teleportation succeed? But I don't remember locking onto any continent or region. Then where did I go?
Chaotic thoughts flooded his mind. Lin Zhen's head ached, yet he could not open his eyes.
This is bad. I was hit by Holy Word Art. I've lost all my Star Power, and my Mental Power has withered to the extreme. I'm no different from an ordinary person now.
A chill ran through Lin Zhen's heart. Having lost his strength, what hope did he have left?
His mind was a blur.
"Lin Zhen!"
An ethereal, distant voice rang out. It seemed to come from the edge of the sky, yet also from right beside his ear.
The voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly calming his previously turbulent and restless heart.
"Lin Zhen, why are you so sorrowful?"
The voice was neither male nor female, and its direction could not be determined. Lin Zhen had no ability to seek out its source now, but he was willing to speak with it.
"I... I have lost my strength." His voice did not come from his mouth, but from his thoughts. Yet everything felt so natural and harmonious.
"Where