Clear water vapor curled upward through the air, giving off a refreshing fragrance.
The fragrance was not strong, but like a clear spring seeping into the soul, it carried a gentle Dao resonance that soothed all agitation and weariness, spreading silently through the surroundings.
As Zhou Heng breathed in that peculiar fragrance, his long eyelashes trembled slightly. He had fallen into a deep, self-protective dormancy, but now he slowly awoke.
He slowly opened his eyes. The faint dizziness lingering deep within them from crossing dimensions was washed away in an instant by his powerful soul attribute.
The first thing he saw was a simple wooden hut built from some strange, lustrous waterwood.
The wood had a translucent quality like warm Lantian jade, with what seemed to be tiny streams flowing slowly along its grain, giving it a slightly cool, gentle feel.
Several strings of long-dried deep blue aquatic plants hung from the roof of the hut. Their curled leaves resembled delicate strings of wind chimes, glowing with a soft, tranquil light that bathed the entire room in peaceful deep blue.
Zhou Heng shifted slightly and discovered that the wooden bed beneath him was also carefully furnished, with a thick layer of soft, slightly cool downy grass neatly spread over it.
The grass gave off a faint, sweet scent. Lying on it actually allowed the health and mana on his panel to slowly recover on their own at an extremely steady rate.
Though all the furnishings around him were exceedingly simple, even crude and primitive, they possessed a simplicity and peace far removed from the conflicts of the heavens, tranquil to the point of seeming unreal.
"Where am I...?"
Zhou Heng slowly sat up on the wooden bed, his brows faintly furrowed, and raised a hand to gently rub the space