Three Years, the Dream Awakens

For some in the ruins, these three years had been agonizingly long. But for Chen Fan, it was like waking from a dream.

He had slept for a full three years. Beyond the intoxication brought on by the Ten-Thousand-Year Strong Wine Pill, it was also because the great battle had drained away all his vitality.

Today, he finally awoke. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw blue skies and white clouds, followed by the sound of waves ringing in his ears. Feeling the mere hundred years of lifespan remaining within him, Chen Fan finally became fully lucid.

He knew that those memories in his mind had not been a dream. They had truly happened.

He had truly returned to that heartless state, exhausted his lifespan through terrifying means, and ultimately suppressed and killed Feng Wuji, Xu Wuhui, and the others. Later, Yang Tianji had appeared and taken him away.

"Awake?" a calm voice came.

Chen Fan's expression was equally calm as he slowly sat up. Before his eyes stretched a vast, boundless ocean.

Only then did he realize that he was lying in a small wooden boat. Yang Tianji sat behind him, while the Wuya Sword lay quietly at his side, unmoving. The gentle sounds of the sea echoed around them.

It was a tranquil scene, but he had no leisure to appreciate the ocean.

"How long was I asleep?" Chen Fan was very calm. He did not regret taking that pill. At the very least, that sliver of opportunity for a breakthrough still remained.

Yang Tianji was still as young as ever. Compared to Chen Fan's somewhat aged face, he appeared even more refined and elegant, with a faint smile lingering on his face.

"Three years," he answered.

Chen Fan nodded lightly upon hearing this and said nothing more.

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