Within the dark torrent, countless awakened corpses surged upward like a silver flood.
Fang Yun felt like a leaf swept into a waterfall, helplessly falling farther and farther.
Even though he rivaled a Great Sage, Fang Yun was now dazed and befuddled, unable to control his thoughts, much less his body.
After an unknown length of time, a thud finally brought Fang Yun a clear sensation, and he hurriedly struggled to open his eyes.
Fang Yun felt as though he were under the control of Sleep God Nightmare. His eyelids seemed welded shut, and only by exhausting all the strength of his lifetime did he slowly open his eyes.
It was more exhausting than lifting the entire Myriad Worlds.
"Whew..."
Like a drowning man pushing off the riverbed and desperately climbing onto the bank, Fang Yun let out a long breath, his eyes slowly widening.
At first, everything before him was dark. Then pinpricks of white light appeared, gathering together and taking on color.
Fang Yun blinked instinctively and finally regained his sight.
Yet even with his sight restored, he could only see within a radius of a thousand zhang.
Fang Yun had currently assumed the form of an Azure Dragon over a thousand zhang long. That meant he could barely see his own tail when he turned his head.
Proportionally, this meant that a colossal beast ten thousand zhang long would have the same visibility here as an ordinary person who could only see about a foot around himself. If he stretched his arm straight out, he could barely make out his elbow; beyond that, his wrist and fingers would vanish into a pale gray flow of air.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Fang Yun began coughing violently, then saw to his astonishment that he was coughing out streams of pitch-black