“Junior Brother? Junior Brother?”0

Everything around him felt muffled, as though separated by some thick, transparent barrier.0

Sounds reached his ears warped and distorted. The figure in front of him was waving a blurred, unreal hand.0

Then, images slammed into Li Fan’s mind without warning, sharp and sudden as a beast’s ambush.0

He jolted, alarm surging through him. He instinctively readied himself to strike back, only to realize with horror that his divine abilities were gone. Techniques like the Congyun Sword, the Sky-Overturning Palm… none of them answered his call.2

Cold sweat beaded on his skin.0

Fragments of words floated up in his mind: “Fallen Immortal Realm,” “ritual,” “first exploration.”0

And then, as if breaking the water surface, the world around him cleared. Light and sound snapped back to normal.0

"Junior Brother?...0