A dark and deep cave.

Across the iron fence, it was obvious that the light in the distance was less than a hundred meters away, but the distance between them was like a chasm, out of reach.

Feng Yan stared at the young immortal on the throne, his confusion growing more and more.

He simply couldn't understand what he was seeing.

Instead of saying that what was in front of him was the truth, Feng Yan was more willing to believe that everything he experienced here was illusion and hallucination... However, the extremely cold touch in his hand told him that this was not the case.

Everything you see and hear is true.

"Why...why...?"

The hoarse voice withdrew a question, and the words floated to the throne with the ethereal wind.

The young immortal still maintains that gentle yet weird smile, like a statue that cannot be touched, as if nothing in the world can make his expression change in the slightest.

——Once again, nothing happened.

Feng Yan's heart felt a little colder.

This time, not only was the mental weakness sweeping over him, but the cold warmth from the whole body seemed to come over him as well.

At this moment, it was like falling into ice.

"Well......"

At this moment, a murmur came over.

Feng Yan turned around fiercely, and following the sound, he saw one of his comrades showing signs of waking up.

However.

Before Feng Yan could react, the next moment, a burst of silver light flashed through. The comrade who had shown signs of waking up just now seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again, as if the murmur just now was just Feng Yan's illusion. What happened from beginning to end?

None have been changed.

"What the hell is this..."

Feng Yan rubbed his eyes hard, he couldn't believe what he saw.

Ding--

Suddenly, Feng Yan seemed to catch another flash of light.

He looked over subconsciously and saw another picture hidden in his memory.

A silver spear...

It was leaning next to the throne where the young immortal was sitting, shining with dazzling silver light, like loyal guards surrounding its emperor.

But...

It was clearly not in that place a few seconds ago...

wrong.

It has always been in that place, but it did not shine before, but stayed quietly in the darkness, silent.

So why is it glowing again now?

presumably...

Feng Yan's heart sank, and a more serious feeling of exhaustion surged into his heart, making him almost unable to stand upright for a moment.

"You... what did you... do to my comrades?"

Feng Yan's weak voice echoed in the dark and deep cave, and echoes came in waves, but no matter what, there was only his voice, and everything else was silent.

Card--

A strange sound suddenly sounded.

"Well......"

Another comrade is about to wake up.

This time, Feng Yan reacted quickly and ran directly towards the comrade.

However, before it reached him, the silver light flashed again, right in front of his eyes, erasing the newly awakened spirit of this comrade...

The next moment, the light behind him became a little stronger. Feng Yan turned around and saw the spear.

At this moment, it was emitting a stronger light than before, and the light even illuminated the entire cave, covering the young immortal beside him.

"..."

Feng Yan fell silent.

He knew that no matter what he said or what he did, the people or existence over there would not give him any response.

Will the wind stop moving forward because of the obstruction of the wall?

Won't.

Does light hide its color because of deep darkness?

Won't.

Will God stop at the murmuring of an ant?

Won't.

So......

Feng Yan raised his hands with difficulty, and then smashed the iron fence hard.

winter--!

pain.

A heartbreaking pain came from his hands. Feng Yan gritted his teeth, but had no intention of stopping.

winter--!

After another blow, the iron fence seemed to be dented.

Winter——!Winter——!Winter——!

The iron fence kept making noises, shaking the entire cave. His fists were broken and blood dripped. Feng Yan turned a deaf ear and just punched the fence one after another.

Outside the fence, silence remained on the throne.

In other words, these things are just like what Feng Yan said before, meaningless and not worthy of their reaction at all.

In their eyes, Feng Yan was like Don Quixote who challenged the windmill. No one would care whether he defeated the windmill. People would only see this fool challenging the windmill stupidly.

So...

What is this stupid human being doing?

unimportant.

However, this time they miscalculated.

winter--!

As the last sound sounded, the entire cave suddenly returned to silence.

The next moment, a shattering sound was heard, and the iron fence was shattered.

"Um...?"

The young immortal seemed to finally react. A trace of confusion flashed across his face, and then he was swallowed up by a wave of chaos.

He stood up, picked up the spear, and held it in his hand.

From a high place, he looked down at the trembling Feng Yan below.

Fengyan walked through the broken iron fence step by step, walked out of the cage, and came to the [outside].

But he didn't stop.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He walked towards the throne, his steps staggering but extremely determined.

"..."

The young immortal raised his spear and pointed the sharp tip at Feng Yan.

——Specifically, it was aimed at the God’s Eye on Fengyan’s waist.

Perhaps Fengyan himself didn't realize that the Eye of God appeared on his waist.

The golden color is the eye of God with the rock attribute.

Just like Feng Yan's rock-solid perseverance, God finally lowered his sights on the Qianyan Army coach and gave him the power to change.

But Fengyan didn't know all this.

In other words, Feng Yan didn't pay attention to the changes in his body at all.

He was now walking towards the throne step by step, even if the tip of the spear was pointed directly at him, he had no intention of stopping.
To be continued...