White stretched on without end.
This place was different from everywhere else.
Although the rest of Royal City also used white as its dominant tone, there were still other colors here and there as decoration—the most important thing being that there were at least trees, flowers, and grass.
But here...
Other than whitewashed building materials, there was nothing else.
Their footsteps struck the brickwork with dull thuds. Combined with this lifeless world, it gave them a strange feeling.
As though everything here had long since died.
Their minds grew increasingly dazed, and their vision began to distort. Faced with such a scene, even Zhou You felt his stomach churning.
Among them, Sansan was the sole exception.
After all, the girl was blind to begin with, so this white mental pollution meant nothing to her.
Wang Pingling had not come with them this time, and with Sansan's earlier request, the burden of guiding the way naturally fell to Zhou You. Holding the little girl's hand and feeling the chill that seeped into his bones, he found, for some reason, that the intense sense of discord and discomfort had eased considerably.
The group walked in silence for a long time.
From the moment they entered White City, time had lost all meaning. Every timekeeping device had failed, and without any point of reference, it was difficult to tell how much time had passed.
But in the end, just as several people could no longer endure and began falling behind, the group finally arrived before the Hall of Audience.
It was an exceptionally tall building.
It was so tall that it seemed almost unreal. Rather than a place for an audience, it looked more like an enormous cathedral. Its spire pierced the heavens, like the Tower of Babel from legend, seemingly reaching toward