Darkness!
Light!
Darkness!
Light!
He Pingsheng felt he was going to die, yet also felt that someone had saved him.
He felt as though he had passed through endless space in his sleep, his entire body plunging into boundless darkness, only for a hazy light to appear before his eyes again after who knew how long.
Darkness and light alternated like this without end. He had no idea how much time passed before, one day, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Dazzling light streamed in from outside, forcing He Pingsheng to narrow his newly opened eyes again.
He lay on a rock, with nothing before his eyes but a boundless snowfield stretching white into the distance.
"Where is this?" He Pingsheng exhaled deeply, white vapor billowing from his nostrils.
He tried to sit up, but the moment he moved, heart-rending pain tore through his entire body.
It felt as though every inch of muscle, sinew, and bone in his body had snapped.
"Fuck..." He Pingsheng could not help cursing, then endured the pain and sat up.
He felt as though his bones had gone soft.
By now, He Pingsheng also understood why this had happened.
During his earlier battle against Buddha Emperor Six Awakenings' three avatars, he had burned his origin and essence blood for his final strike, all but draining his body dry.
It could only be called a miracle that he was still alive.
"I wonder who saved me!" He Pingsheng frowned slightly, then swept his divine sense outward!
He saw everything within a million li, down to the finest detail.
Although his blood vitality and origin had nearly run dry and collapsed, He Pingsheng's divine sense remained completely intact.
With his divine sense, he had something to rely on.
At least petty scoundrels would not be able to