Trying to return the way he had come was easier said than done.
Zhong Sheng Dao calculated the temporal deviation according to the method he had used before, which required an initial starting direction—but he could no longer pinpoint that direction.
After anyone had struggled through tomb passages and underground rivers for dozens of days, there was no way they could accurately find their bearings once they saw daylight again.
The only thing he could do was observe the rising and setting of the sun and moon to determine his direction. But the margin of error was beyond measure. After walking for three days, he discovered that Su Can had neither driven his Bentley nor ridden the Giant bicycle he had left in the dormitory building for a month or two during winter break. Fortunately, transportation was convenient, but no matter what, he had to return to school around ten o'clock.
Looking at the red scroll, Tang Jin did not know why, but a sense of alarm rose within him. An intensely ominous premonition surged into his heart, telling him that this was no good thing.
For a time, an enormous wave of discussion swept across the continent. There were those who denounced it, those who cursed it, those who despised it, and those who applauded it. In short, not a single person mourned Ming Zhi's death.
But it did not know that outside the strange place where it was located, there was also a giant from the Giant Clan.
Looking at the rotting corpses split into two halves, no longer capable of posing any threat, Chaertu did not relax. Instead, he furrowed his brow tightly.
That was right. Back when Tang Jin had become a Saint, he had then spent another three years integrating the Eye of Heavenly Punishment