Chen Yi snapped his eyes open.
With that sword thrust, there was now nothing before his eyes; the blade had fallen into emptiness.
Where… did the person go?
Chen Yi pressed at his temples. He clearly remembered that in the instant his sword pierced through, Wu Meng had used his fleshly body to block the Purity Saintess who was about to step into the River of Time, and he himself had used that momentum to thrust this sword out.
The feeling of that strike was incomparably real; the sensation of the sword edge tearing through an obstruction still seemed to linger at his fingertips.
Yet now… the person was gone, the building empty; there was only a vast expanse, and a hard-to-describe sense of stagnation, as if he were encased within an enormous piece of amber.
And moreover, this place…
He looked around and found that he was standing inside a hall so vast and so solemn it defied description.
