Traveling through the Outer Planes was completely different from traveling anywhere else. It was practically the perfect example of something that could infuriate Newton and Einstein to death.
Fang Zheng strolled across the endless Gobi Desert, looking at the silhouettes of mountains and cities ahead. He had no idea what that place was, nor did he know when he would arrive there—this was what made the Outer Planes so interesting. Nothing you did had any meaning. You would only reach your destination when it was time for you to arrive. It was that simple.
Don't ask how it worked. Even people who had lived in the Outer Planes their entire lives could not figure out what rules governed this place. In short, all you needed to know were the rules. As for why things turned out this way, let the people who ought to worry about it worry about it.
This naturally did not conform to physics. By common sense, if a group of people traveled from Point A to Point B, the faster walkers should arrive before the slower ones, riders should arrive before pedestrians, and cars should be faster than horses.
Yet the truth was that no matter what means of transportation you used, everyone would arrive at their destination at the same time. It had nothing to do with your speed or methods. Even if you traveled across this land by teleportation, you might not arrive at the place you wanted to go any faster than someone simply walking.
Since arriving in the Outer Planes, Fang Zheng had seen quite a few interesting things, along with some utterly incomprehensible ones. At the same time, he had gained a deeper understanding of the "doors" the Plane Merchants spoke of.
In fact, "door" was merely a manner of speaking.