Yang Qi was in a position of deadly tribulation.

For him to go up against the Lord of the Sword Dao seemed to be just asking for humiliation. Not even a psychic scale of eighty billion would give him that right. Yet, by grasping at a host of varying opportunities, he had succeeded.

Unfortunately, the Lord of the Sword Dao had one final move to use. Home. It was designed to take both fighters into that eternal home of nothing, and as a result, Yang Qi had lost consciousness.

He wasn't sure if he was dead or alive.

It was a terrifying sensation, and truth be told, he felt like he was in a nightmare that he was unable to wake up from, his soul sealed forever in a location of absolute nothingness.

The purrling wasn’t there. The Halls of Heaven weren’t there. Nothing was there. It was very strange. What had just happened?

He felt depression grip him as he realized that he...