When Feng Jun counted his two million three hundred and fifty thousandth heartbeat—nearly one thousand days after entering the Void—the surroundings became violent. The astral winds turned into Baleful Wind, and their erosion of his body became noticeably stronger.
To be honest, for a mere First Layer Golden Core cultivator to spend more than two years alone in the pitch-black Void was not something a person with ordinary mental fortitude could endure.
Back then, Ji Busheng and Sumiao had merely become separated from the main group near Kun Hao, yet that had resulted in Sumiao becoming pregnant with Kong Ziyi's mother. One had to know that place was still a level below the Void.
Honestly, Feng Jun himself was somewhat confused about how he had survived these past two years. Robinson had Friday by his side, but Feng Jun had truly been alone, with great threats to his life appearing around him from time to time.
In fact, Feng Jun believed he ought to thank those threats. Their existence had allowed him to maintain a high level of vigilance even while in a half-torpid state. Without those potential dangers constantly forcing him to stay alert, he might have gone mad long ago.
Even now, his life had truly not been easy. No matter how much he conserved, he had still detonated three Storage Talismans containing one thousand Spirit Stones each, temporarily replenishing his spiritual energy.
Although he still had more than twenty Storage Talismans with one thousand Spirit Stones and over a dozen with ten thousand Spirit Stones, he truly had no idea how much longer he would remain in the Void. Only two years had passed; perhaps it would be twenty years, or even two hundred.
Of course, he did not expect to last two thousand years. Even Golden