When Chen Xiang awoke once more, he realized that he was inside a great hall. The surroundings were flawless, without the slightest gap or leak, and not a trace of light could be seen. Darkness filled everything. When he moved even slightly, he felt a force binding him.
He lowered his head and was startled to find himself tied up. The ropes around him could easily be undone—they were merely an Immortal Artifact.
"Where is this? Why am I here?" Chen Xiang wondered. But he knew nothing about his surroundings and did not dare to act rashly.
Suddenly, Chen Xiang seemed to think of something. He hurriedly probed the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, and his heart immediately sank.
All his spirit treasures and Immortal Artifacts, including the Lotus Lantern, had vanished. His Sea of Consciousness was completely empty.
He was not worried about the Lotus Lantern disappearing, but the cave-dwelling Immortal Artifact he had refined was gone as well—and his father was still inside!
Chen Xiang had no time to observe his surroundings. His Golden Core revolved, and divine power surged throughout his body.
"Snap!" The ropes around him broke in response.
Then he threw another punch at the wall. This time, it was not so easy. An irresistible force of recoil slammed into Chen Xiang, instantly injuring his physical body.
After briefly regulating his breathing, Chen Xiang gathered all his strength and threw another punch.
The Great Dao of the Five Elements coiled around his palm, flashing with the Five-Colored Divine Light and looking sacred and imposing.
Yet it was still useless. An even stronger force rebounded, directly shattering his physical body.
Chen Xiang's expression turned solemn. He looked around at the dark surroundings and gradually calmed down. He was no longer anxious. Instead, he sat cross-legged