Circulating his energy, Chen Cheng forcibly sealed the wound on his back before taking out a fresh set of clothes from his Spatial Ring and changing into them.
Feeling the faint, intermittent pain from his back, Chen Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered,
"Damn, it still won't heal anytime soon."
Chen Cheng stopped worrying about the wound on his back and instead surveyed his current location.
He had not appeared within the Holy City's territory. In his panicked escape, he had torn through space and ended up in some godforsaken corner of nowhere.
The reason he called this place a godforsaken corner was that, as far as the eye could see, the land was truly desolate.
Other than rocky mountains and stone roads, there were only a few tenacious plants growing from the cracks between the rocks.
Chen Cheng picked up a stone before him and weighed it in his hand. It was clearly metamorphic marble. He tossed it aside, then leaped into the air and looked around.
Yet what greeted his eyes was still an endless barren stone forest. Other than rocks, there was only wind-eroded dust and sand.
Only then did Chen Cheng realize that he might have already left the Central Continent. Though the Central Continent was vast and possessed every kind of terrain and landform, places like this—a forbidden zone of life stretching for thousands of miles—were exceedingly rare.
Even if such places existed, they would be as famous as the Great Desert.
He looked up at the sky, only to find it overcast, with no sun in sight.
"Damn, where the hell did this send me?"
Chen Cheng grumbled. Feeling the wind blowing around him and studying the traces carved into the land below by erosion, he used his meager geographical knowledge