Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
What woke Ning Zhuo was the incessant hammering sound in the strange realm.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the peculiar sky, like a massive upturned cauldron lid, its inner wall filled with layers of forging patterns.
Some forging patterns resembled hammer prints, others like tongues of flame, and some like mountain textures. Whenever a dull hammering sound came from afar, those patterns would faintly light up, as if an unseen blacksmith outside the realm was swinging a great hammer, repeatedly striking and tempering this domain.
Beneath him was the heavy Yellow Earth, the aura of the Earth Guardian True Monarch's Divine Domain permeating everywhere.
Ning Zhuo lay right at the center of this peculiar domain.
The hammering sound caused the air to gently ripple. Ning Zhuo's back was pressed against the warm Yellow Earth, and under his robes, his bones, meridians, and Divine Sea retained a lingering numbness.
