This was an entirely grey space.

There was no sun and no moon, and boundless grey mist was drifting through the air, making this place seem like an illusion.

However, right within this vast expanse of grey mist was a small island that was over 100 square kilometers in area, rapidly moving through the sea in a peculiar fashion.

The small island was complete with pavilions and buildings, as well as countless pedestrians wearing wooden expressions and stuck in different poses, as if they had been frozen in time. At the very center of the island was the tallest pavilion of all, and within it sat a handsome man with an extraordinary disposition. At this moment, he was seated in his chair with a slightly fearful expression, inspecting his surroundings with a complex look in his eyes.

It was Xu Fu.

He reflexively laid a hand onto his own neck. Just now, he was almost unable to save his own soul, but thankfully, he was just barely able to save himself.

He cast a grim glance at the golden pen in his grasp, and with a wave of his hand, the golden pen vanished into nothingness. He wanted to pick up the teacup on the table beside him to take a sip, but his hand was trembling extremely violently, and he had only just picked up the teacup when tea was spilled all over his hand.

In the face of an all-out assault from two Yama-Kings and an Abyssal Prefect, how could he actually have been as carefree and relaxed as he had looked?

My heart is no longer still... He heaved a long sigh and gently set down...