Bab 861: Divine Disciple (1)

"Waaah."

With a loud cry, Shen Ping's blurry vision gradually became clear. He saw a bright and spacious bedroom around him. In this bedroom, there was a pink bed, a wooden cabinet, a desk, a computer chair, and other modern furniture. He was in an exquisite pram.

Beside him was a beautiful woman who was rocking a pram and singing some pleasant songs.

"Huh? It's actually the modern civilized world!"

His clear eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, the blue palace world was not from ancient times. But soon, his baby-like face scrunched up because his True Spirit could not feel any energy. This was different from the previous Dao Sect World. He could not even sense energy. Most importantly, his True Spirit was suppressed and restrained to the extreme. Even a short thought would make him feel tired. His perception had also been compressed to a few meters.