Darkness.
A sea of black pervaded Zheng Jin's sight as he looked around, only to find nothing but emptiness—as if every color in the world had been drained by the inexplicable darkness that surrounded him.
"What the hell is this place?" Zheng Jin thought as he tried to shake off the dizziness that plagued his head.
Strangely enough, the last thing he remembered was the pain of his body being torn apart by the sudden influx of spirit energy. After that, he was gone—taken to whatever this strange place was.
Zheng Jin knew that something went wrong with his ascension, as he had heard Bai Shuanyang's frantic, yet muffled calls just before he went away.
"I must have lost my consciousness. Damn it, is this how I—"
Zheng Jin's thoughts, however, were cut short as the hair on the back of his
