The white light of the Teleportation Array abruptly faded.
There was no jolt of landing, no breeze brushing against him—only an ultimate void that instantly enveloped Qin He from head to toe.
He instinctively focused and opened his eyes, only for the sight around him to completely overturn everything he knew.
There was no sky here, no earth, and no cycle of sun or moon.
Yet it was far from a dead vacuum.
Cool currents drifted slowly at his side, formless to the touch, yet undeniably real.
A sky full of stars hung within the endless void, their fragmented, cold radiance spilling down as the only source of light in this world.
Everywhere his eyes could reach was filled with shattered ruins.
Countless broken remnants floated silently, scattered without pattern, with no distinction between above, below, east, west, north, or south.
Some were broken beams from pavilions hundreds of feet high. Their wood grain had long since been worn smooth by time, their edges polished and lustrous, yet one could still glimpse the exquisite carved beams and painted rafters of their former glory.
Some were half-sections of towering mountains. Their fractured rock layers were smooth as if cut by a blade, clearly not the work of human hands, but as though some supreme power had forcibly torn and severed them.
Heavy remnants of ancient city walls lay scattered everywhere, their mottled stone surfaces covered in cracks of varying depths. The surviving patterns were blurred beyond recognition, though faint totemic marks from the Ancient Era could still be discerned.
Countless fragments of unknown artifacts were mixed among them, strange in shape and far beyond the understanding of the present age. They drifted quietly beneath the starlight, silent enough to make one's heart tremble.
Most breathtaking of all was a shattered river.