What did that mean?
He Ao raised his gaze and swept over the surrounding Ruins again.
Soon, he found all kinds of Central Land writing around the Ruins.
His figure flickered rapidly through the Ruins before finally stopping in front of a collapsed little shop.
The shop's sign was covered by chunks of cement. He Ao raised his hand and brushed them aside, revealing only a few remaining words: "... Vermicelli Soup."
He Ao looked up again at the storefront, now collapsed down to nothing but its foundation, at the rubble and Ruins around it, and realized where that inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.
This was South Capital. He had even visited the little shop in front of him before.
Ye Ying had treated him to duck blood vermicelli soup here.
He raised his head again and looked at the towering pillar piercing the sky in the distance.
So this was the Main World?
No, that was not right. There was clearly an invisible barrier between this place and Biqingtian. If this truly were the Main World, Biqingtian should have been able to enter and leave freely.
And He Ao could not feel the Main World's enhancement either.
This was the Main World, but not his?
He Ao raised his gaze and glanced at the instance countdown in his field of vision.
The countdown was proceeding at a normal rate.
The instance countdown strictly followed the Main World's flow of time, so time here passed at a one-to-one rate with the Main World.
So what exactly was this? A parallel world? Did such a thing really exist?
Did this world have another him as well?
Was the Sage Master behind this again?
He Ao straightened slightly, his consciousness gradually sinking as he tried to communicate with this world's consciousness.