The dizziness brought on by the Space-Time Shuttle receded like a tide, and Qin Chuan's consciousness quickly broke free from the distorted light and shadows.
The sensation of solid ground came to him. It wasn't hard rock or earth, but something cold and shattered, as if he were stepping on glazed-tile rubble.
He abruptly opened his eyes and warily swept his gaze across the surroundings.
Before him lay an upside-down, chaotic, and bizarre world.
The sky was a strange dark purple, as if splashed with coagulated blood. Countless fine Space Cracks spread across it like a spiderweb, and distorted rays of light occasionally leaked through, bringing brief yet dazzling flashes.
There was no sun, moon, or Starlight. Only several enormous, shattered, burning silhouettes floated high in the sky. They seemed to be fragments of palaces or Divine Artifacts, and constantly shed burning ashes downward.
Beneath his feet was not solid ground, but endless shattered rubble and broken beams.
The rubble was made of extraordinary materials. Some flowed with dim, precious light, while others bore incomplete runes. They had clearly once been part of magnificent structures, but now they were being eroded by a gray, lifeless, ominous energy.
In the distance, he could see collapsed pavilions and towers, broken jade bridges, and dried-up riverbeds filled with viscous black liquid.
The entire world was permeated by a dense aura of chaos and decay, as if it were the remains of a magnificent civilization after it had reached its end.
This is the "Designated Time-Space"?
Qin Chuan frowned. The resonance brought about by the [Moment of Utmost Darkness] had not disappeared, proving that he had come to the right place.
But this scene was worse than anything he had anticipated.
The energy in the air was mixed and violent. Breathing it into his