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Xiao Feng's heart sank.

What was going on? Xiao Feng tried his best to recall what had happened at the moment he charged towards the tribulation cloud. Suddenly, Xiao Feng seemed to have thought of something and his entire body shivered. Xiao Feng had always neglected one thing — how could his mortal body contend against the power of the tribulation cloud? Even with the protection of the spirit pattern, how could the small spirit patterns forcefully resist the third tribulation cloud? This was simply an impossible matter, and also, why would the tribulation cloud mysteriously disappear?

Xiao Feng hurriedly called Xiao Ding's name again, but there was no response. He originally thought that Xiao Ding was resting inside the sun ring. However, it seemed that the situation was different. Something strange had happened to the sun ring and something must have happened to Xiao Ding.

Xiao Feng's heart sank as an ominous feeling welled up in his heart.

No, I must go to the Sun Ring to see what is going on.

On the surface, Xiao Feng was neither warm nor cold to his father, but only Xiao Feng himself knew how happy he was to have a father. Only Xiao Feng himself knew how much he cared about his father.

His father roared as he rushed towards the tribulation cloud in Xiao Feng.

encouragement and comfort every night of the day.

All of this was the kind of fatherly love that Xiao Feng had never felt in over ten years. Xiao Feng did not want to lose this kind of care and concern; this kind of feeling was something that only orphans for over ten years could truly feel.

Xiao Feng made his decision in an instant.

No matter what, he had to enter the sun ring. No matter what was inside, even if he could never get out like his father, Xiao Feng did not care.

At this time, Xiao Feng threw everything to the back of his mind. Enter, without hesitation.

With a thought. Xiao Feng's consciousness turned into a thin thread that entered the sun ring.

An abnormal feeling of tearing came over him.

Then there was complete silence.

What is this place?

Within the Yang Ring, it was completely empty. Xiao Feng could not say what exactly this place was, but it was as if he had completely entered a place that was cut off from the rest of the world; there was no sound, no substance, Xiao Feng's eyes could not see, and his ears could not hear. It was as if there was some mysterious force that completely isolated Xiao Feng.

At this moment, even though Xiao Feng was doubtful, he couldn't care less.

Where is Xiao Ding?

Xiao Feng shouted.

However, not a single sound could be heard. Even Xiao Feng's own voice could not be heard. The surroundings were still as silent as before, so quiet that it caused people's hearts to tremble.

Xiao Feng was floating in the void. No matter how Xiao Feng shouted, nothing seemed to change.

In that instant, Xiao Feng felt a chill in his heart.

It had been a long time since Xiao Feng had felt a chill in his heart.

Xiao Feng could not tell what that feeling was.

Scared? No, Xiao Feng did not know the feeling of fear. The tools that he had used for over ten years had caused him to lose the feeling of fear.

Despair? No, no matter where it was, Xiao Feng would not despair. Despair was the feeling of a weakling, and Xiao Feng had long thrown his despair out of the nine heavens.

What kind of feeling was that? It was a kind of indescribable feeling. In this space, Xiao Feng's existence seemed as if he did not exist. No matter what action Xiao Feng made, it would all be nil.

The color of the surrounding space changed. There was nothing material, but everything seemed to exist.

This was a world like this.

It was unspeakably strange, but at this moment, Xiao Feng's heart was surprisingly calm. It was calm like a lake without any ripples.

Xiao Feng remained silent. Close your eyes. The only thing you can do is hold your right hand.

However, at this moment, Xiao Feng's blade was no longer there. It was a pitch-black blade.

Xiao Feng was alarmed. No matter what the situation was, Xiao Feng would hold that pitch-black saber. But now, where was the saber?

The pitch-black blade was no longer there, but Xiao Feng was still there.

The saber was not there, but the person was.

Xiao Feng's heart was no longer at peace, as if he had already completely forgotten the situation he was in. At this moment, Xiao Feng was no longer there, and his mind was filled with thoughts of that blade. It was as if that blade was already a person, and even more important than his own life.

His calm heart was no longer calm. Xiao Feng tried to control his heart, but an uncontrollable twitch almost instantly struck him.

Xiao Feng fell down, twitching little by little as if his life was flowing away bit by bit. However, even though his life was no longer there, Xiao Feng was still unwilling to give up on his saber. That was practically Xiao Feng's proof of his existence in this world.

Within the empty space.

One of them was curled up, while the other one was twitching, Xiao Feng.

However, the surroundings were still deathly silent, as if Xiao Feng did not exist in the space.

Xiao Feng's consciousness was disappearing bit by bit. Xiao Feng, who could not be defeated even by the power of the Cloud Calamity, and even Xiao Feng, who would never fall, was actually as weak as a newborn baby at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, at least Xiao Feng did not know.

When Xiao Feng opened his eyes for the second time, the space around him had already changed. Although there were some changes, the space was still that space.

The dead silence was still dead silent.

But there was one thing that was different. However, this was more than enough.

In a daze, Xiao Feng seemed to be nearing death. When a bit of consciousness was emitted from Xiao Feng's body, Xiao Feng seemed to not have resisted at all, allowing the space to devour his life bit by bit.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling came from Xiao Feng's right hand. Little by little, however, this feeling gave Xiao Feng a desire to live on. This desire gradually grew stronger. Gradually, it became uncontrollable.

Xiao Feng's consciousness gradually recovered.

Death, was not scary at all. What was scary was the death of the heart.

No one knew how painful this kind of battle would be. No one knew how difficult it was for Xiao Feng to snatch back all the strands of consciousness that had been extracted from his body. However, Xiao Feng had awoken, he had awoken.

Xiao Feng stood up slowly as if he did not use any energy. At the same time, he seemed to have used up all his energy to slowly stand up.

At this moment, there was actually a pitch-black blade in his right hand.

Such a familiar blade.

There was no mistake. This was the unique and unbreakable blade.

With the saber, he was there!

The blade ground was surrounded by a strange color. The color was mixed with traces of black gas. This color was as dazzling as the sun in this space. It was so dazzling that it even covered the person holding the blade.

"What's going on?" Xiao Feng was suspicious and a bold thought arose uncontrollably in his mind. This thought made Xiao Feng feel that it was impossible.

Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, the space in front of him started to spin as a blurry figure appeared in front of him.

Xiao Feng was alarmed and his mind jolted. His entire figure suddenly fell onto the lake surface like a rock and instantly shattered into pieces.

After Xiao Feng focused his mind again, the broken human figure started to piece together again. He seemed to be slightly different from the previous person.

At this moment, Xiao Feng understood.

In this space, he was free to do as he pleased. Just like his thoughts.

Here, Xiao Feng was the king!

The king who controls everything was what Xiao Feng was thinking. In this strange void, Xiao Feng was the supreme controller.

This also explained how the blade in Xiao Feng's hand was formed.

Just as Xiao Feng's consciousness was about to be shattered, Xiao Feng's mind was filled with his own saber. Thus, the saber appeared. The exact same saber, the pitch-black saber. Thus, Xiao Feng was able to wake up once again.

Just now, Xiao Feng had created his own father. Thus, the image of a person that Xiao Feng had formed in his heart appeared before him. This was a world that would change with thought.

Even though he understood these principles, Xiao Feng was still at a loss. Xiao Feng wanted to find his own father and not an image of an empty person, and up till now, Xiao Feng still did not know what had happened to his father.