"Splash!"
Fang Zhou's head emerged from the river, gasping for air in huge breaths.
He opened his eyes and looked around, but there was no long dark river; it was clearly the familiar interior of the gourd space.
Fang Zhou was breathing heavily when he realized his body was wrapped in Sword Lake Water, with the terrifying injuries on his body already curbed.
The recent experience seemed like a dream, and Fang Zhou let out a deep sigh of relief.
But then he was startled to find that his body was covered in clear handprint marks.
This sent chills down Fang Zhou's spine, realizing it wasn't just a dream.
Could that place be where one goes after death?
With deep confusion, Fang Zhou forced himself to take a healing elixir, and then once again fell into a deep sleep.
His injuries were too severe, and he was too exhausted to even stay awake.
Fang Zhou didn't know how long he had been asleep before he woke up again.
