"Come home!"
"Come, this is your true home!"
"The Heavenly Tomb... eternal slumber..."
"Eternity... everlasting life... Myth... all will be realized here..."
"Come back..."
"Shut up!"
The voices ringing in his ears made Su Ping feel as though even his soul was about to be sucked away.
He instinctively wanted to cover his ears.
He instinctively wanted to shut out that voice, but it seemed to keep licking and churning inside his mind. No matter how he covered his ears, he could not completely drown it out.
The Heavenly Tomb.
It seemed to hold endless calls, trying to drag Su Ping over and draw him inside.
Huff...
Su Ping abruptly opened his eyes.
A snowy-white ceiling came into view. Outside, the afternoon sunlight was still streaming through the window and spilling onto the floor.
It felt leisurely yet sweltering.
However, he remembered being on a sofa before falling asleep. This time, he was on a very ordinary single bed.
This seemed to be an office.
Apart from Long Er, who stood calmly beside him, watching him without moving, there was no one else around.
The figure he had seen before passing out seemed to have been nothing more than an illusion.
Su Ping blinked, momentarily unable to process things.
However, apparently hearing movement inside, two people soon walked in. They were none other than Old Qin and Yao Sage.
"Su Ping, how are you feeling? You've been asleep for about two hours."
Seeing their concerned expressions, Su Ping briefly checked himself, shook his head, then asked tentatively:
"Where is he?"
Only then did Yao Sage reply:
"The Legend has already left. He checked your condition. There were no problems with your soul, mind, or vital signs, but... there are some things he needs to look into.
"He said he'll examine