Zu Yuan felt his consciousness gradually sinking, as though it had entered another dimension.
This place was like a deep pool, and he seemed to be sinking through its waters into an abyss.
Yet countless eyes seemed to have sprouted in that endless abyss, staring fixedly at Zu Yuan as he sank.
After sinking for who knew how long, Zu Yuan opened his eyes in a daze. His head felt muddled and heavy as he sat up and looked around.
Desert stretched all around him, while overhead, countless pairs of differently shaped eyes stared fixedly at him.
Those countless gazes seemed intent on staring Zu Yuan to death right there.
"It wasn't me! It wasn't me! I didn't kill you!" Zu Yuan reflexively threw up his hands in front of his face, shouting incoherently.
As his hands rose before his face, Zu Yuan froze. Those wide purple Daoist Robe sleeves were both familiar and unfamiliar.
When Zu Yuan looked at his hands, those hands so unlike those of the Devil Race instantly brought tears streaming down his face.
These were his hands-Chen Changsheng's hands!
With my life, I enter the Great Calamity. From this moment on, there will be no more Chen Changsheng.
Yet here, he had actually become Chen Changsheng again!
Before Chen Changsheng could work out why he had become Chen Changsheng again, a voice behind him interrupted his thoughts.
"There's something I've never understood. When we first met, why were you so determined to kill me?" A voice suddenly sounded behind Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng spun around and looked back. His pupils abruptly contracted as he stared in disbelief at the person standing behind him.
Demon Patterns stood out clearly on his face, a single horn rose from his forehead, and a long saber rested on his