The force of the fall almost made Qin Chuan think he would be driven straight into the bizarre "ground."
The dark-gray, cracked earth yielded beneath his feet like thick, tough leather, absorbing most of the impact. Only the sickening churn in his gut remained.
He sprang to his feet, but the mental exhaustion of forcing his way through space surged over him like a tide.
His [Godfall] state had long since ended, and [Causality Reversion]'s three charges were temporarily unavailable while the skill cooled down.
He looked around. Everything in sight was dead and ruined.
The sky was eternally gray. There were no clouds, no light—only a thick layer of dust that seemed to have hung there, unmoving, for billions of years, shutting out every possible source of light.
The air was thick and stagnant, without a trace of scent. There was only a pure "nothingness," as though even the laws that made existence possible were slowly breaking down here.
Everywhere he looked lay twisted, collapsed buildings.
Their architecture was utterly strange. Neither metal nor stone, they looked as though they had been built from the bones of some enormous creature long dead. Honeycomb holes and signs of weathering covered their surfaces beneath a thick coat of ash.
They were nothing like the Mythic Graveyard, whose ruined structures still offered glimpses of their former splendor and sanctity. These buildings exuded an alien wrongness and a sense of finality that seeped into his bones.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
No wind. No insects. Not even the faint hum of flowing energy.
Time itself seemed to have lost all meaning here, frozen into an eternal portrait of gray decay.
Qin Chuan stood still and quietly spread his Shadow Domain, but sensed only emptiness.
The environment did not seem to suppress his Shadow Power, yet