Fire light flickered, candle shadows danced on the stone wall, stretching strange and mysterious patterns, like evil ghosts lurking in the Netherworld.
"Uh..."
A low moan, Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes, his mind blank, feeling the sting from his eyes, gradually recalling everything he least wanted to remember in his life.
The tears of blood at the corners of his eyes had dried, crusted on his cheeks. Upon close inspection, one would find a faint trace of golden light in his originally black pupils, glowing with soul-capturing brilliance under the firelight.
Ling Feng pressed his temples firmly, refocusing everything in front of him.
He was in a cave, only remembering that day he personally killed his grandfather and then activated the so-called Golden Emperor's Eye.
The power of that divine eye made him faint, and after that, he remembered nothing.
