The entire stone chamber was deathly silent, gray mist surging around Lin Chen.
On the ditation mat inside the room, Lin Chen and the old Yan sat quietly in ditation like two old monks deep in contemplation.
At this mont, Lin Chen's body was utterly still, not even a hint of breathing was perceptible.
If it weren't for old Yan sensing Lin Chen's soul fluctuations, he might have thought Lin Chen was already dead.
It's been a day, and Lin Chen remains motionless; old Yan looked at Lin Chen and felt sowhat worried.
"This guy, could sothing have gone wrong?"
Old Yan had attempted multiple tis to pull Lin Chen out from the illusionary realm, but restrained himself each ti; yet Lin Chen's current condition was far too concerning.
At that mont, Lin Chen's body suddenly shook slightly, and the gray mist around him beca agitated.
Under the erosion of the gray mist, his body inexplicably developed cracks, from which fresh blood slowly oozed out.
Even more shocking to old Yan was the sight of blood flowing from Lin Chen's eyes, nose, and mouth.
Watching this, old Yan was greatly alard, deciding not to wait any longer, golden light began to twinkle from his fingertips as he intended to pull Lin Chen out from the illusionary realm.
However, as his finger was about to touch Lin Chen, it was repelled by a force.
"This is!" old Yan frowned.
"This force cos from Lin Chen himself
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