After entering the White Hole, Araki found that everything around him had begun to shake, all of it gradually blurring, as if layer after layer of fog had shrouded it. Even his own body swayed with it, blurred with it, drifted with it, and lost its weight.
The reds grew redder, the blues bluer, the blacks blacker, the whites whiter. Colors mingled like an Impressionist oil painting or a child's careless scribbles, hazy and dreamlike.
"This teleportation seems even more exaggerated than the Moon Landing Passage..."
With that thought in mind, Araki closed his eyes and stopped looking at the chaotic colors around him that made his head spin.
When he opened his eyes again, everything around him had returned to normal.
No, it could not really be called normal. It simply no longer had that sense that everything had been twisted into chaos.
Araki looked around and found that he was still above the sea. However, the sky was extremely gloomy, and dark mist completely shrouded the area, preventing even the slightest ray of sunlight from getting in.
And the White Hole that had brought him here was gone too.
"Tch! Forget it. I should find Hua Bing and Guren first. Now that I'm here, the sensing is already very strong."
Araki set aside the matter of the White Hole's disappearance for the time being. He stepped on the water's surface and leaped up, following the pull of his bloodline as he flew forward at high speed.
Before long, an island appeared before his eyes.
Hmm...
Calling it an island did not quite fit. From his vantage point in the air, he could see three incomparably huge masts rising from the island in a well-spaced arrangement, with tattered sails still hanging from them.
On the black sail in the