Chapter 1863 Lord Feng Was Cured (1/2)

”Where are you?” Darren asked in confusion, looking around.

The space around him was empty. The ground was flat for as far as the eye could see, without any valleys or peaks behind which someone could conceal himself.

He didn't see the old man anywhere.

”Young man, don't resist. I'll lead you.”

A gentle force wrapped around Darren as he listened to those instructions. The space in front of him softened, and he sank into it.

He felt a moment of dizziness as his surroundings changed.

There was now a massive black mountain towering over him.

Darren's eyes widened. This old man must be a super master—even under suppression, he could use spatial power at will.

”The mountain in front of you is pressing down on me. Young man, fly up to the highest point. Take away the golden scroll on the peak, then I will be able to come out.”

”Is it truly that simple?” Darren asked.

The old man sighed. ”Well, not really. It will take you several million years to reach the top of this enormous mountain.”

For a moment, Darren couldn't speak. He thought to himself, 'Shit! Millions of years?