Time continues to pass.
Ten breaths.
A hundred breaths.
A thousand breaths.
Su Chen's breath gradually stabilized, the scorching heat and redness on his body also slowly dissipated.
He closed his eyes, his whole person like an old pine tree, motionless in the inner space of the Sun Column.
His connection with the Ancient City grew ever closer, as if they were intertwined, very mystical indeed.
At this moment.
Outside the Ancient City.
Elder Yon and Ling Tuanzhi were already getting anxious, their expressions not looking good.
Because, Su Chen had entered the Ancient City for quite some time, almost reaching the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Why hasn't he come out yet?
What exactly has he encountered?
"There shouldn't be any problem," Elder Yon reassured. "Maybe he'll come out soon. He created a record of 10 meters, surely he's different from the others."
Although he said so, Elder Yon himself was actually very, very worried.
