Three Thousand Years

"You?" Syi was startled. Then, his gaze transitioned into one of deep solemnity.

"You're awake," Zhou Xiuhei slightly smiled, arriving before Yan Zaizen and surveying his physical condition. Narrowing his eyes momentarily, he breathed out a sigh of relief.

Confused by Zhou Xiuhei's reaction, Yan Zaizen asked, "what's wrong?"

Syi snorted and stood, "You've been in a state of existential slumber for over three thousand years, we should ask what's wrong!" He seemed slightly enraged.

"What?!" In disbelief, he immediately rejected it. He had just entered a spatial rift and woke up. To him, it was like sleeping and being awakened by a jolting shock. It's impossible he was in whatever slumber for three thousand years.

However, when he turned to Zhou Xiuhei to receive answers, all he received was a slight nod of affirmation.

"..." Mind blank, he checked his body. To him, there was no change to anything, not even his soul cultivation base. It was like nothing happened.