Last Letters

It was unknown how long had passed.

Lu Feng woke from his unconsciousness. He opened his eyes warily, only to find pitch-black darkness all around, without the slightest trace of light.

He instinctively tried to activate the Evil-Dispelling Spirit Eyes to peer through the darkness, but discovered that he could not muster even a wisp of spiritual energy. Even his Soul Consciousness could not extend half an inch beyond his sea of soul.

He was like an ordinary person who knew nothing of cultivation.

This made Lu Feng panic instinctively. Could it be that my Soul Plate has shattered completely, and I've become crippled?

That dejected despair lasted only a moment.

Years of brushes with death and hard-earned experience quickly calmed him.

Lu Feng first checked his own body. Seeing that his limbs were unharmed and still movable, and that solid stone bricks lay beneath his feet, he immediately began feeling his way through the darkness, searching for more information.

Judging by the fact that his clothes had mostly dried, with only his shoes still damp and clammy, he had evidently been unconscious here for quite some time.

Both the Kirin Ring and Storage Ring were still on him, with no signs that anyone had touched them. Yet he could not sense them in the slightest, much less take out anything for illumination.

He felt his way across the ground in every direction. Overall, the stone bricks beneath his feet were fairly even. The occasional scratches did not look like marks left by human combat, but rather more like naturally formed cracks.

As he searched, Lu Feng softly called out in every direction. Yet neither Jiang Ruoyun nor Tang Yuan nor anyone else answered him.

His voice sounded somewhat hollow, but there was not much echo. That told him he