During spatial teleportation, lights and shadows swept past all around, leaving one with an extremely faint sense of time.
Time seemed to be racing by at breakneck speed, yet it also seemed frozen in place.
But Ye Zhen had his own method.
With his eyes slightly closed, he counted according to his own steady rhythm.
When Ye Zhen reached three thousand nine hundred and forty-seven, the flickering lights and shadows before him abruptly vanished, along with the restraints imposed upon everyone.
They had arrived.
Only, the journey had taken rather long—more than half an hour.
This showed that even within the Chaos Void, the Phoenix Spirit Realm was quite far from the Primordial Continent.
Although different spatial teleportation arrays had different teleportation speeds, Ye Zhen had calculated according to the lowest-grade teleportation speed.
In other words, with a teleportation time exceeding half an hour, even if Ye Zhen could determine the Primordial Continent's direction within the Chaos Void, riding Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao through the Chaos Void would still take decades, perhaps even a century, at worst.
"Exit the formation one by one."
Outside the great teleportation array lay a valley blanketed in lush greenery. The climate was pleasant, but its scenery was utterly different from that of the Primordial Continent.
The mountains and valley were filled with all manner of towering parasol trees—green, red, and every shade in between. Their canopies thrust straight into the void before slanting inward over the valley, like a sheltering umbrella for the valley, yet also like a prison cage draped over it.
On the ground grew tiny red, yellow, and purple flowers, forming a striking contrast with those bizarre parasol trees that towered into the clouds. They, too, told everyone that this was a world different from the Primordial Continent.
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