"Is anyone there?"
Under Ling's guidance, Wang Chengbo walked into the hazy mist. At some point, as he walked, the two Cotton Candies disappeared, replaced by a completely transformed landscape.
Although this place was also shrouded in dense mist, the scenery was entirely different. For one thing, the ground beneath his feet no longer felt solid. Instead, it was like walking on a soft carpet. The occasional colors that showed through were nothing like the enchanting scenery on the island before. They were a dark, empty void tinged with black, and the atmosphere inexplicably made him feel that he had come to a bad place.
He soon discovered that sound traveled here in an incredibly strange way. It felt like pebbles had been dropped into a bottle, clinking and clattering. The sensation was bizarre. His voice would arrive here with a ding, echo once, then arrive over there with a dong, echoing once again.
Every time it struck a wall, it echoed once. His own voice seemed to trigger itself, saying, "Is anyone there?"
It felt as though sound had become solid.
What was going on?
Wang Chengbo felt that he had seen quite a lot of the world after going outside, yet he still couldn't figure out what was happening before him. Had the space been altered?
As things grew increasingly strange, he could only proceed cautiously.
He had no idea how long he walked, because the scenery around him was always the same. Countless masses of mist piled up like clouds, forming a carpet on the ground, while the faint gaps revealed the dark void outside. With things remaining like this, Wang Chengbo completely lost his sense of time.
But he remained calm. He tried his best to regulate his breathing, stayed alert to his surroundings, and maintained