A Summer's Radiant Sun blazing with boundless brilliance.
A hazy, orange-red winter sun.
Between the two suns lay a scene of dense Black Cloud, flashing lightning, and rolling thunder.
In another vast region, there was no trace of blue sky or white clouds. There was only a black night sky and an immense sea of stars.
Within that seemingly unreachable yet utterly chaotic sky, there was even a huge area riddled with holes like a honeycomb, as though an invisible giant beast had opened its bloody maw and gnawed the sky until it was pitted and scarred.
Through the ugly holes, one could vaguely glimpse a dim metal dome and even shattered rock strata.
Meng Chao's thoughts raced.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Sure enough, though he appeared to be standing in the middle of a plain.
The air entering his lungs carried none of the refreshing clarity of open country.
He could smell neither the fragrance of flowers and grass.
Nor could he smell the distinctive earthy scent that came before a thunderstorm.
Instead, he caught an inescapable stench of decay in the air, along with the faint odor of disinfectant.
Even the blazing Summer's Radiant Sun on the horizon brought no scorching sensation when its light fell upon his face and hands.
It was as though everything—the blue sky, white clouds, blazing sun, thunderclouds, plains, mountains, cities, and abyss.
Were merely paintings hanging on a wall rather than scenery that truly existed.
"Ah!"
Meng Chao roared toward the horizon.
The sound waves that should have rolled into the distance like ocean waves struck an invisible barrier after only a brief instant, then curled back upon themselves, turning into layer upon layer of echoes. "Ah... ah... ah... ah... ah..."
That was enough to prove that