Darkness ebbed and flowed before him like a peaceful tide.
Xia Feng could neither sense light nor hear sounds.
He only felt himself sinking continuously, and below was an endless abyss, the accelerating sense of weightlessness with nowhere to hold made him anxious.
However, Xia Feng quickly adapted, the thought particles in his hazy consciousness vaguely showed signs of restarting.
It was like a computer that had been forced to shut down due to memory overload getting a reboot.
Just the process of restarting was somewhat slow.
The circle of light in the middle spun ceaselessly, and he remained unable to truly awaken.
But fortunately, even though the world was pitch black, with no sense of light or sound, as if isolated from the world, the mind could already give rise to thoughts.
This sensation of solitude, akin to being in the Evil River, he had gotten quite used to.
