Ang continued onward along the branches shrouded in mist, feeling as though time had frozen while everything around him remained vague and indistinct.
He had no idea how long he had been walking, but whenever he looked down at the branches beneath his feet, nothing had changed.
Mist still enveloped both sides, obscuring the distant scenery. This space seemed to stretch on endlessly, containing nothing at all.
By Ang's reckoning, he had already been walking for two days.
Fatigue gradually crept over him, yet he never stopped moving.
Realizing he might become lost in this chaotic space, he began considering how to leave markers behind.
He raised a hand, took out a chunk of ore, and hurled it forcefully into the mist at one side.
The ore sliced through the air with a sharp whistle. Ang stared fixedly at it, his heart full of doubt.
To his surprise, the ore did not vanish into the air. Instead, it slowly drifted forward, as if some invisible force were pushing it.
Ang muttered softly, "What the hell is going on?"
He threw another piece of ore toward the other side. This time, it still hovered in midair and continued gliding slowly forward.
"This is really damned weird!" Ang smiled helplessly, though unease quietly rose within him.
He realized he had to leave a marker here, so he took another chunk of ore from his Magic Waist Pouch and gently placed it where he stood before pacing back and forth.
To his relief, the ore remained firmly where it was, untouched by any force.
"At least this works." Ang nodded, relaxing slightly before continuing onward.
As he walked, he shouted Linya's name. "Linya! Linya!"
Yet only his own echo answered him. There was no response from the surroundings.
Ang could not help quickening