The pitch-black and ice-cold Prison was deathly silent for all eternity. There was no sound and no life. A person with disheveled hair was locked in the prison, waiting to die in solitude.
The heavens had declined and the greater world had rotted and collapsed. All life was gradually disappearing towards the end.
The people in the prison were also weakening and gradually drying up. Their sharp eyes dimmed. The glory of the past had been cut off and forgotten in the long river of history. Their entire person was gloomy and lifeless. They would eventually die.
Chu Feng felt an indescribable sense of desolation. Why was this so?
That person was too similar to him, but he had never experienced such things. How could he have such a feeling?
Was it because he was afraid? He had long predicted that his ending wouldn’t be too good. There would be such a day, so he could have such a similar sense of desolation?