"Hm? Where am I?"
Zhou Yuanjue stepped out of the black, hole-like vortex and found himself in a dimly lit room. Then, he saw them: his own flesh and blood cells, floating in the culture medium of a glass vessel.
Dim wall sconces glowed around the room, a clear sign that this place still had power.
'This scene... Is this the secret vault where my cells were stored?'
Zhou Yuanjue mulled it over and came to a conclusion, which settled his heart somewhat.
He didn't show it, but he had actually been extremely worried.
In the turbulence of the True Realm, there was nothing to perceive, nothing to see. His sense of time had been obliterated by his round-the-clock intensive training, so he had no way of knowing for certain how much time had passed in the outside world.
His sudden disappearance would have undoubtedly had an unimaginable impact on the entire human world.
