Drip, drip~
Dark green drops fell as Su Xiao opened his eyes. He raised both hands and looked at them. Wisps of mist seeped through his loosely clenched hands and arms. This was clearly a mental body. In other words, he was either in an illusion or inside a dream.
After upgrading a series of abilities, Su Xiao had already felt exhausted. He had rested in his Exclusive Room about several hours ago. He could confirm that this was not an illusion. As a Swordsmanship Grandmaster, being dragged into an illusion after falling asleep was simply too absurd. In other words, this place was closer to a dream—or a nightmare.
Su Xiao tried to wake up, only to discover that he could not. He had been swept up into this nightmare.
Looking around, Su Xiao found himself at the edge of an island. The sky was dim and dark, and the boundless sea behind him was pitch-black as well. He could vaguely see dilapidated warships moored near the shore. Judging from their size, they must once have possessed their own glory.
Su Xiao shifted his gaze toward the island. It should have been enormous, with dark green fog permeating its surface. He faintly sensed the phantoms of wandering souls appearing within the fog, only to vanish in an instant. This was an island shrouded in death and curses.
Su Xiao crouched down and plunged one hand into the soft, pitch-black soil. A chill that reached his soul spread through him. He grabbed some soil and smelled it, and a rotten stench of decay filled his nose.
He reached toward the dark green fog ahead. Strands of ghostly green stained his fingertips. The moment the fog touched them, it transformed into a deep, dark green tinged with pale white.
Power. Boundless