[In an unknown location on the Black Dragon Continent.]
The moon hung in the dark sky, dimly illuminating the entire world.
Fang Yan sat cross-legged above the glowing array, surrounded by a thin mist.
But then his brows scrunched, and a frown formed on his face, and he felt a stinging pain in his heart.
He didn't know why or what happened, but he felt he had lost something dear to his heart. A tear fell from his cheeks, followed by another.
Before his cultivation went awry and the spiritual energy began rampaging in his body, the pain in his heart became unbearable. Blood began oozing from every pore on his skin.
He was still sitting cross-legged, but a thick layer of mist began to rush towards him as if it were trying to invade him.
But he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain as his mind was occupied with various memories flashing through his eyes.