C2157 The Diary

The sage was truly dead.

The grass beneath Ye Feng's feet began to crumble and crack, quickly disappearing. The once desolate world transformed into a massive room. This was how it was supposed to be. That world had merely been an illusion created by the sage.

The room was enormous, with a ceiling higher than any mountain. Looking around, Ye Feng saw it was empty, devoid of anything noteworthy