Return

In the pitch-black void, Chen Luo's spirit lit up. A brown root tendril appeared over his heart and rapidly spread outward in an inconceivable manner. This root tendril was the very one Mu Jian Yu had given him back then. He had later stored it in the Grotto-heaven Gourd, yet he had never expected that when his spirit left his body, this thing would follow him out of the original space-time as well.

What exactly is this thing?

Chen Luo, who should have been asleep, was awakened by the power radiating from the root tendril. Sensing the changes in himself, he tried raising a hand. His arm, which had originally been unable to move, actually regained the ability to act. Looking at the dense veins across it, countless possibilities flashed through Chen Luo's mind.

I should have been asleep. When I woke up, I should have returned to the Corpse Immortal Dao Era eight thousand years later. Did this thing forcibly wake me from my slumber?

He had originally thought this root tendril was like the one Old Daoist Changqing, his master in Yue Kingdom, had given him—a thing used to improve Spirit Roots. Now, it seemed the root tendril was indeed far more than he had imagined. No wonder Ning Chenye had risked his life to seize the root tendril on him.

Time continued rushing onward.

Chen Luo moved his other arm as well. Both arms could move, but only within a limited range, and the effect was negligible.

At this moment, Chen Luo was like someone caught in a surging river. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the river's momentum. Let alone leave the water and swim to shore—the river's viscosity swept him downstream.

There was a bright exit in that place.