He Ao raised his head, looked at the dense blizzard ahead, and continued forward.
Although those soldiers had pronounced tonal shifts and accents that differed greatly from the standard language of the Copy World,
those accents were very similar to the tonal shifts of the northern dialects in the Copy World. Relying on Nair's memories, He Ao could barely understand what they were saying.
Of course, it was also possible that what these people spoke merely happened to map onto the language of the Copy World, while actually being an entirely different language.
The amount of data from a single sample was still too small.
He Ao stepped into the dense wind and snow, crossed the thick snowpack, and continued onward.
The fierce blizzard made it impossible to tell the exact direction. He followed the trend of increasingly stable spacetime structures and advanced deeper into the entire space.
After crossing a hill, the blizzard seemed to be blocked by the mountains and finally weakened somewhat.
The spacetime nearby also tended toward complete stability, though faint fluctuations still rippled within it.
He Ao had not studied spacetime and knew little about it. Yet beneath the gaze of the Eye of Truth, he vaguely sensed that those seemingly insignificant fluctuations instead appeared to be driving this stable spacetime toward an extremely unstable state.
Of course, perhaps this was not merely a problem with spacetime.
He Ao returned his gaze to reality and stood atop the hill, looking out over an open valley that came into view.
Looking ahead through the drifting snowflakes, he spotted a dense mass of people not far away.
They also appeared to be an army, clad in armor far more tightly sealed than that of the squad he had encountered earlier.
And before this army stood a massive