The cold receded, and it felt as though a warm current was surging through the depths of his bloodline.
In that instant, like the moment before a volcano erupted, Xu Nan's slightly stiff body suddenly tensed.
He opened his eyes and abruptly sat upright.
Beneath him was a cold yet even surface, seemingly a floor. Everything around him was pitch-black and deathly silent, making it impossible to see his surroundings.
He took a slight breath. Rather than lighting a fire, he activated Darkvision.
This seemed to be a spacious warehouse.
The ceiling above was heavy and dark, with few patterns. The warehouse was very tall, perhaps seven or eight meters high.
"Where is this?"
Xu Nan did not act rashly. Instead, he rubbed his temples.
His consciousness was still stuck at the moment when the strange gale had swept him away. He had lost consciousness afterward.
This was actually quite rare. With the extraordinary resilience of a Ron Sorcerer's bloodline, it would take an extremely powerful external impact to knock him unconscious.
The gale had been fierce, but it should not have been enough to do this.
That left only one possibility.
"Divinity Restriction."
As Xu Nan adjusted his breathing, he checked his physical condition.
Fortunately, there were no serious problems. His wrist seemed slightly sprained, but that was fine. He recovered quickly.
Quillras had mentioned the danger level of the Frost Giant Tomb. Since the Frost Giant was an ancient god and this place had been explored many times, its danger rating theoretically should not have been very high.
The Arcane Empire's research institute was more unsettling. Who knew what kind of bizarre junk those mad research wizards had left behind?
Aside from that, there was the issue of divinity unique to divine ruins.
Wherever gods had set foot,