“You’re awake? Are you alright?”

The old man immediately sensed Long Chen’s awakening.

Long Chen stretched lightly. “I’m fine. It was just a dream.”

Long Chen sat up and found that he was drenched. It was like he had just gotten out of the pool.

Sensing his body, he knew that his injuries had not fully recovered. They had been too severe and would need some more time to heal. His injuries hadn’t just contained world energy but also divine energy.

Long Chen wiped some sweat off his forehead. Just now, he had had a nightmare. Within that nightmare, he had been within endless darkness, unable to move. He could only watch as his parents, his little sister, and everyone he cared about died in front of him.

All his struggling was useless in the face of the darkness. His roars, his howls, they were of no use. 

All those people, all of his family, were wiped out by a large, merciless hand. Long Chen couldn’t even see who the owner of that hand was. That kind of despair and powerlessness almost drove him insane.

The nightmare had woken him...