Within Qingshi Valley of the Crimson Net Forbidden Zone, the grass atop a small hill suddenly stirred, and a human voice emerged from it.
"A-Chou, how long has it been?"
"Boss Ye, not even a year."
"Not even a year?"
Ye Zhen, covered head to toe in grass, blinked hard several times, shaking the dust from his eyelids before letting out a helpless sigh.
"Only a year? I feel like I've been trapped here for decades."
Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Ah Chou was somewhat baffled. "Slow? Why do I feel as though I only took a nap?"
"I wonder how things are in the North Sea."
"Have the North Sea Aquatic Race invaded again?"
"Has the Devil Race made any moves?"
"I'm trapped here. Have those shameless bastards from the Heaven Temple plotted against the North Sea?"
A string of worries poured from Ye Zhen.
Previously, he had been wholly focused on sitting in quiet contemplation of heaven and earth. Though he had gained no result from it, his calm observation had kept such concerns from entering his mind.
But now that these thoughts had arisen, boundless worry followed, and he could no longer calm his heart.
The many developments across the Primordial Continent, the chain reactions that would follow once news of his entrapment spread, and every other looming crisis surged into his mind.
If possible, Ye Zhen wished only to escape and return to the Primordial Continent in the shortest possible time.
Yet Ye Zhen also knew with perfect clarity that escape was hopeless!
Trapped both within and without, every breath and every instant became torment to Ye Zhen—excruciating torment.
So long as he did not think of it, it was bearable. But once he did, the torment drove him nearly mad!
Ye Zhen now thoroughly understood why