Ye Chen flew in astonishment to the cloud heights a thousand meters above the city. Looking down from on high, he checked again and again, finally confirming that he had indeed returned to Sin City.
(What the hell is going on?)
(I clearly set out from Sin City's north gate and flew straight north the entire way.)
(And yet now, I've somehow returned to Sin City——!?)
Faced with such a bizarre reality, Ye Chen furrowed his brow and sank into thought. He hovered in the high air for a moment before extending both hands and forming a huge mass of crimson, glowing "Pure Blood Body" on the spot.
(Let's run an experiment first.)
Ye Chen made his decision with a grave expression.
The crimson blood first gushed outward without cease, like a raging river flood bursting through a broken dike. Then it rapidly condensed, stretching and taking shape bit by bit before Ye Chen, until he forged it into a crystalline, five-meter-long blood-red javelin brimming with immense energy.
Ye Chen turned toward the due east above Sin City. Holding the javelin diagonally at his side, he drew in a deep breath, gathered his strength, and then hurled the blood-red javelin fiercely toward the eastern sky with every ounce of his power.
Whoosh——————————!
The long javelin flew viciously from Ye Chen's hand, immediately turning into a crimson meteor. In but an instant, it crossed dozens of kilometers, swiftly vanishing into the farthest reaches of heaven and earth.
After doing this, Ye Chen silently counted the time. Expressionless, he turned around again where he stood, this time fixing his gaze on the due west above Sin City.
A dozen or so seconds later, exactly as Ye Chen had anticipated, a crimson gleam appeared on the western horizon. Following a faintly curved trajectory,