Lu Ban looked at the small wooden chip in his hand. The time was exactly 42 seconds.
He was just about to face the monster formed from black mist, but nothing appeared.
However, Lu Ban did feel a gust of wind blowing toward him. It was extremely hot and seemed to carry grains of sand. Breathing it in made him feel terribly uncomfortable, as though he wanted to cough and vomit.
Lu Ban saw that the sky here was a bizarre orange-yellow, as though it had been scorched by some kind of flame. The closer it came to the island, the deeper the orange-yellow became, turning crimson like blood.
The black-mist monster was nowhere to be seen. At least for now, Lu Ban saw no similar monster anywhere.
"This wind isn't right."
Xiya raised a hand and slightly shielded her eyes.
In the desert, this kind of wind and sand was common enough. But on a small island, most of the sand and soil was damp. Nor were there any grains of sand within sight. Yet this wind constantly gave off a gritty sensation, scorching their airways.
She therefore formed a magical barrier to block the breeze, but the heat refused to fade, spreading deeper into her body.
"This wind is polluted too."
Lu Ban quickly realized what was wrong.
On the other side, Bao Bao, dressed in white with a crimson hakama, took a deep breath, looking as though she were intoxicated by it.
"What fresh air. It's so beautiful, everyone."
She sighed with emotion.
For an existence of her level, the wind here truly was as fresh as it could possibly be.
"Have we entered the gap between moments in time?"
Xiya glanced around and asked Bao Bao.
"Yes, ku-bo."
Bao Bao replied. No one knew where she