"Don't tell me I really got a virus..."
Tang Wulin thought groggily.
His vision grew darker and darker, and the sounds around him drifted farther away.
Then, his breathing gradually steadied.
His consciousness seemed to be cradled by a gentle hand, slowly sinking into a warm darkness.
Eternal Night Era.
Tang Wulin opened his eyes in a daze.
He saw a pitch-black sky.
The firmament was like an overturned pot, pressing tightly over his head.
Only a dim moon hung high above, giving off a faint silver glow.
That moon was strange. It was neither round nor crescent-shaped, its outline blurry, like a plump dragon curled up in sleep.
All around him lay a primitive wilderness. Mountain ranges stretched into the distance, while nearby stood tattered tents and low stone huts.
The air was terrifyingly cold. The white vapor from his breath condensed into ice crystals in midair and crackled as it fell.
"Did I... transmigrate?"
Tang Wulin froze.
He struggled into a sitting position and looked down at his body.
This was not his body.
This body was powerfully built, far sturdier than his original teenage physique, with long limbs and sharply defined muscles.
He tried moving his fingers, then instinctively activated his spiritual power—
The next instant, his expression changed drastically.
His spiritual power surged outward like a flood, instantly penetrating everything around him.
He saw every person breathing inside the tents.
He saw Soul Beasts hidden deep within the distant mountains.
He saw the faint Dragon Might emanating from the "moon" overhead.
The very world around him seemed to tremble faintly under the force of his spiritual power.
Space hummed softly, as though if he exerted a little more force, he could tear a crack through reality.
"What... happened here?"
Countless fragmented sensations flooded Tang Wulin's