One Hundred Years

Luo Tian decided to touch the sword.

The discomfort in his heart wouldn't go away if he didn't touch it.

Now that he had faith that he would be fine, there was no longer any reason not to. Otherwise, his cultivation would definitely be disturbed due to the inconvenience.

As soon as he touched the sword, his consciousness suddenly appeared in a different place.

It was such boundless darkness that he felt as if everything had turned into nothingness, the future or the past no longer existing.

And his consciousness is in that nothingness.

A feeling of loneliness immediately filled his mind.

It then turns into fear, the fear of being alone, the only one that always exists and cannot be destroyed.

He didn't know how much time had passed, it seemed to be just the blink of an eye, but he also felt as if he had been there for such a long, long time that the desire to die filled his mind.

Whoosh...