He was descending into a lightless darkness, heading toward an area that was both unknown and familiar. Pin-like thoughts convulsed in his brain, and the stinging sensation awakened memories from not long ago. He had experienced this feeling before, in mid-February, when he drove Yan Qi's Ink Sword into his heart...
He was on his way to the depths of his heart, plummeting towards the place where the Final Sword was sealed.
Unlike last time, this time Gongsun Ce only passed a very short time before feeling the solid ground beneath his feet. He saw a blur before his eyes and found himself standing in front of a familiar door. The iron door bore the number 707, the very place he resided in the Sky City.