The next moment, she tore open the void in front of her and stepped away!
On the other side.
Deep within the Flowing Light Cave, an unknown amount of time had passed.
It felt like... a century.
Yang Fan's eyelashes trembled as he slowly regained consciousness from his unconscious state.
Where...am I?
Yang Fan's throat was dry, and he felt like he was about to die.
He lay on the ground, completely unable to move.
Not only that, the surrounding light was also distorted and swaying... as if we had entered a chaotic and distorted space.
At first, Yang Fan thought it was all an illusion.
He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.
When he woke up again, his mental state was somewhat better than before.
But the scene before him remained unchanged.
The multicolored light, like lines, floated up and down... twisting and tearing.
Finally, he realized... this wasn't a dream.
Where is this place?
Yang Fan tried to sit up with difficulty, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up.
His dragon spine was broken.
Previously, he had fought Qin Baihong and transformed into a golden ancestral dragon.
Because of the vast difference in their strength, he had his dragon spine broken by that old dog Qin Baihong.
Later, due to his severe injuries, he fainted.
He couldn't remember anything after that.
Seeing that he couldn't get up, Yang Fan could only lie there quietly.
He examined his body internally.
Yang Fan then gave a wry smile.
His cultivation was completely destroyed, his dragon spine was broken... and most of his other bones were also broken.
At this moment, he was not even as good as a cripple.
If it weren't for his already powerful physical body... the terrifying pressure from the upper realm would probably have crushed him to pieces.
It's a complete miracle that he's still alive.
His foundation was destroyed, his cultivation was ruined... Yang Fan had never felt such despair before.
In this situation, what is the essential difference between being alive and being dead?
Despite his immense resentment and anger, there was nothing he could do.
After a long time, finally... he accepted this terrible reality.
He struggled to turn his head and survey his surroundings.
He didn't know where he was.
He didn't know why he came here.
suddenly.
Yang Fan sensed movement from the depths of his sea of consciousness in the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin.
He was startled and immediately immersed his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.
although.
His cultivation and foundation were completely destroyed, but his soul remained powerful, far surpassing even many powerful figures from the upper realms.
The tiny figure formed from Yang Fan's divine consciousness arrived at the depths of his sea of consciousness.
The Heavenly Coffin still lies there quietly.
What shocked Yang Fan was that his expression changed drastically.
Inside the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin, the lotus flower that had once grown there had withered...
"What...what happened?"
Yang Fan stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.
The light emanating from the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin flickered on and off…
Cracks covered the entire coffin, as if it had suffered some severe damage.
This scene sent another shiver down Yang Fan's spine.
A possibility suddenly popped into his mind!
The reason he was able to survive in such a desperate situation... was perhaps because the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin saved him.
"Senior, are you...are you still there?"
Yang Fan came to his senses and, with a hoarse voice, approached the coffin that suppressed the heavens.
As the lotus flowers inside the Heavenly Coffin withered, the lotus seeds on the lotus pods... also disappeared.
Upon seeing this, Yang Fan felt a strange tightness in his chest.
although.
The empress's soul had already been scattered when she was in the Miao region of the lower realm.
But in Yang Fan's heart, he always believed that she was still alive and always there!
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