Once his vision returned, Lin Cheng froze.
The boundless darkness and loneliness from before had almost made him think he was deep within endless nothingness, or somewhere in a bizarre starry sky. The icy chill and vast sense of emptiness around him had not been false.
But when he looked again, it was completely different!
As far as the eye could see, this place was indeed enormous, but it seemed to be nothing more than a secluded cultivation chamber. Beside it stood a simple stone bed, table, and chairs.
The floor was blanketed in dust, and traces of formation arrays lingered all around.
This place appeared to have been abandoned for a very long time. Even the defensive and cleaning formations had ceased to function. An ancient, weathered aura permeated every corner. No one had truly come here in ages, and for a moment, Lin Cheng felt as though he had awakened inside a coffin.
This place was a coffin sealed away for countless years.
The owner of the grave was the dead old man—the current Lin Cheng.
Looking at everything before him, an intense sense of familiarity surged madly into his heart once more, battering his mind. This feeling was completely different from what had happened with Tianyuanzi last time. Back then, he had known full well that those memories were false.
But this time... he felt it as though he had lived it himself.
Lin Cheng began to inspect the surroundings. He walked to the stone table and lightly brushed the dust from its surface with his palm. A wave of sighing sorrow suddenly rose within him.
"This old man has returned..." The murmur slipped from his lips before he could stop it.
The instant he spoke those words, Lin Cheng froze, then felt both terrified and bewildered.