"Why has everyone disappeared, and yet I haven't left this world?" Lin Feng frowned.
He had learned about some events from when the Eternal God Monarch was young. By all accounts, he should have returned to reality by now.
But the reality was that Lin Feng was still in this illusory world, unable to leave.
"Am I trapped here?" Lin Feng muttered to himself, feeling troubled.
If he was trapped here, how would he get out?
Lin Feng's expression became slightly grave.
...
He had been to many places, found nothing, and all the people had vanished as if evaporated; there were no birds or beasts in the mountains either.
"Seriously? Eternal God Monarch, brother, after I saw you drenched in rain and thought about carrying you to a place where you wouldn't get wet, am I not a kind person? And you want to trap me in this damned place?"
Lin Feng was quite depressed.
This was a desolate world.
There was no life, and it seemed only he existed here—it was enough to drive one mad.
