Chương 137: Illusion? Dream?

He sighed at the vastness of the giant pillar that led straight to the sky.

The instant weightlessness made He Qingge's vision go black.

When he woke up, he found himself in a wooden house. He immediately circulated his magic power vigilantly.

But soon, he was at a loss.

His body was so empty that he could not feel any magic power at all.

He gently clenched his fists. He no longer had the strength he used to have.

His expression immediately became solemn as he carefully sized up his surroundings.

It seemed to be a very familiar yet distant place.

It was a simple and crude wooden house. It looked quite old and there was not much light in the house.

He was lying on a wooden bed, covered with a thick blanket, but there were many patches on the blanket.

She struggled to sit up.

"Cough cough…"

He realized that his body was extremely thin and weak, without any strength.