In a vast expanse of white emptiness.
Song Xinyuan slowly opened his eyes. All around him, clusters of white clouds drifted through the air.
"Hiss! Where is this?"
Touching the still-painful wounds on his body, Song Xinyuan rubbed his eyes, his mind filled with confusion.
Earlier, when he had encountered that Nascent Soul expert of the Demon Race, he had fought with all his might, yet he still could not bridge the enormous gap between a Golden Core Cultivator and a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
He remembered clearly that he had been suppressed by the other party's sonic waves and had already lost all ability to resist.
Yet before his consciousness blurred completely, a strange white light seemed to have appeared. When he woke up, he was already here.
How strange. If he had already perished, what were these wounds?
Could a dead person still hurt this much?
As Song Xinyuan cast a spell and reached toward his waist in confusion, he discovered that his Storage Artifact was also still perfectly intact.
Moreover, he could easily retrieve the Healing Pills stored inside.
After swallowing a pill, Song Xinyuan's injuries immediately eased somewhat, and the pain lessened considerably.
Only then did the vivid sensation make him realize.
"Could it be... I'm not dead?"
"Hahaha, young friend, you are clearly alive and well. Why would you say such a thing?"
Just as delight appeared on Song Xinyuan's face, a gentle voice came from not far behind him.
When he turned around, a white-robed man had already appeared beside him, watching him with a smile.
When Song Xinyuan's divine sense fell upon the man, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea—utterly unfathomable. His expression instantly turned tense.
"Senior, may I ask where this place is?"
"This is the third level of