Lu Hong's fainting due to the Netherworld God didn't feel unexpected at all. After all, ever since Lu Hong met her several years ago, he hadn't really slept.
Back then, with cultivation and abundant Power of Soul, it was naturally not a concern, but now, merely a mortal body, such behavior was undoubtedly a massive strain on the body.
The Netherworld God gently cradled Lu Hong in her arms, afraid that if she exerted any force, she might shatter Lu Hong.
Moreover, she slowly transferred a trace of pure Divine Power to nourish Lu Hong's extremely weak soul.
And when Lu Hong awoke again, he found himself on a vast grassland, with a low house standing not far away, while he lay on a bed made of soft, fluffy grass.
Lu Hong rubbed his dizzy head, feeling as if he'd washed away a body-wide fatigue, feeling extraordinarily light.
"You're awake?" The Netherworld God's voice suddenly appeared behind Lu Hong.
