"Cough, cough—ptooey!"
Having just completed a spatial transfer, Bai brushed off her clothes and spat out the dust.
Everything before her was gray and hazy. Beneath her feet lay nothing but Yellow Sand and weathered stones. There was no wind, and it was a little cold. Sweeping the area with her Spiritual Sense, she found that the dust clouds stretched tens of thousands of zhang high. There was no World Barrier—only desolation. There was not a trace of green nearby, only a few drought-resistant creatures underground.
Fat Head Cat disliked this place. He would rather breathe the chokingly rich scent of incense offerings on Golden Mountain than linger in this silent land.
The six wings flapped once as the snake circled around.
"A dead star. A world that has already died. No vitality, no spiritual energy, no future—a world of three nothings."
The old strange snake did not care whether it was a dead star or the void. Even amid the bizarre celestial phenomena of the void, he could still thrive like a fish in water.
Bai Yujun took a cloud mount out of her sack.
The cloud emerged happily, only to wilt the instant it came into contact with the outside world. Gray dust filled the sky, dry and cold, making it profoundly uncomfortable. If it remained outside much longer, it would probably turn into gray smog.
She could only stuff the cloud back into the sack, then shot Fat Head Cat a sidelong glance. Her meaning was self-evident.
Fat Head Cat gave a shake and returned to his giant tiger form. He slung the sack over himself and fitted on a saddle. Right now, he only wanted to get this over with and hurry back to the Dragon Palace.
Bai floated onto the tiger's back and sat sideways.