The world spun around them.
It felt like being stuffed into a tumble dryer, then having someone viciously kick the switch on, before being thrown into the endless void to tumble for three days and nights.
Bizarre, dazzling lines frantically stretched, twisted, and reassembled before their eyes, forming geometric patterns beyond human comprehension.
Their bodies seemed to be torn apart, every cell screaming before being forcibly pieced back together by some unseen force.
The concepts of time and space completely collapsed at that moment. One instant, they had been feeling the icy chill of death before the Pope's Palace; the next, they were plunging into the boundless Star River.
"Ugh—"
That was Oscar's first reaction upon landing.
Before he could even see where they were, he clung to a towering tree wrapped in ancient vines and vomited until the world went dark.
His stomach churned violently, and he was nearly throwing up bile. The soul-leaving dizziness made his legs go weak, and he could barely stand.
The others were not doing much better.
Ma Hongjun rolled like a barrel, plunging headfirst into a thick heap of fallen leaves. The leaves, accumulated over who knew how many years, instantly buried him.
He struggled for quite a while before pulling his head free, his face and hair covered in dead leaves and mud. He looked utterly miserable.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing supported each other, both pale as paper, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat.
Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul had even begun to manifest unconsciously. It was his body's instinctive response to extreme pressure.
Zhu Zhuqing bit down on her lower lip, her nails digging deeply into Dai Mubai's arm, while her calves trembled uncontrollably.
Ning Rongrong was in the best condition. Oscar had instinctively shielded her in his arms,