Wang Xian opened his eyes and gazed at the unfamiliar, desolate land. A wave of bewilderment unlike anything he had ever felt welled up in his heart.
The spiritual energy from his breakthrough still surged through his body. Every wisp of power told him that he had entered the Void Refinement Realm.
Only a few months ago, that realm had been beyond his reach.
But now, he felt no joy at all—only the loneliness of being abandoned by the world.
Wuyue still slept inside the bracelet. No matter how he called to her, he got no response.
He rose and looked around.
This was the Demon Realm. The air was permeated with an aura utterly unlike that of the mortal world—murky and primal, with a faint trace of blood.
Black mountains stretched into the distance. Three dark-red stars of different sizes hung in the sky, casting an eerie hue over the land.
"Where am I, exactly?" he asked himself softly.
There was no answer. Only the wind howled across the wasteland, like the whispers of countless departed souls.
He closed his eyes and quietly sensed the spiritual power flowing through him.
The changes brought by the Void Refinement Realm far surpassed his expectations. He could clearly sense every speck of dust moving within a ten-mile radius and distinguish the flow of demonic energy with different attributes in the air.
But the thing he most wanted to sense... the rift leading to Phoenix City—was nowhere to be found.
The barrier between worlds had closed, as if it had never been torn open.
"So be it." In the end, he sighed and sat cross-legged.
If he couldn't leave, then he would wait.
Wait for Wuyue to wake, wait until he had fully mastered this sudden surge of power, and wait for a