Why Wasn't He Dead?

After a long while, the fall stopped.

"What happened? Why am I here? Where am I?" Luo Feng remained perfectly calm, but his senses were faint. All he knew was that he was surrounded by the darkness of an endless abyss.

A murmur like a Buddhist chant was the only thing Luo Feng could perceive. It caught his attention.

He followed the murmuring, trying to find its source.

The sound seemed to come from everywhere, but Luo Feng detected a clue. It did have a source; something was masking it and confusing his judgment. He stayed calm, identified its direction, and felt his way through the darkness toward it.

Yet in that state of absolute calm, Luo Feng unknowingly fell into a false sense of clarity.

The murmuring grew clearer, yet ever more ethereal.

"Come."

"Come, my child."

"Come here."

"This is where you belong at last. Come, my child."

Luo Feng felt an unseen summons and a warmth unlike anything he had ever known.

"Who's calling? Are they calling me?" Luo Feng frowned. In the darkness, he could only feel his way forward step by step. Calm as he was, he sensed that the source of the voice might be the key to escaping the darkness.

He kept walking...

"Hm? What's happening?" A stabbing pain shot through Luo Feng's head, and his body swayed beyond his control. He sensed two forces struggling inside him: one from outside, the other from the deepest reaches of his soul. As they clashed, several images flashed through his mind in quick succession.

They were scenes from just before his clash with God King Zhouye.

"This is... no!"

Luo Feng's expression changed drastically, and his will roared. As his awareness cleared, the force deep within his soul erupted and tore into the other, strange