Xu Huo found himself facing a deserted street. The hazy sky let no sunlight through, and he could see only a small stretch of the road. Traces of explosions on the ground and on the buildings to either side extended deep into the fog. This road was all he could see. Though there seemed to be other roads to the left and right, dense fog completely blocked their entrances, forming what looked like deliberate barriers to show that passage was forbidden.
He stood still for a while before walking forward.
The fog limited his vision and his range of perception as well. He could sense only the areas uncovered by the mist. As he moved forward, the fog might thin a little, but the places he had passed would be covered again when he looked back. The buildings on either side remained much the same, though it was clear they were all part of the same street.
The whole space was eerily quiet. The only sounds were his footsteps and breathing. Within his range of perception, there were no living people or animals—not even insects. Unless the environment was especially unusual, this sort of thing was rare. Yet after entering, Xu Huo found that he could breathe easily. The air was nontoxic, and there were no poisonous plants growing nearby. The unnatural silence made everything feel unreal.
Could this be an illusion?
He stopped at the next fork and, with the aid of an auxiliary item, opened his Spiritual World. The very next second, he felt as if his consciousness had plunged into an endless sea. Instinctively, he shrank his Spiritual World. Frowning, he looked again at the fog before him. The discomfort of having his brain exposed in an open space was even worse than the pain of a