Who on earth was that guy?
Yu Ci knocked on his own forehead, finding no answer and not knowing what to say. Now, he was once again completely alone.
He couldn't be blamed for describing himself so pitifully. Looking up at the sky, a full expanse of bloody color flooded his vision; that was not the color of clouds or anything else, but the sky itself. It was the thick red-black color of a sky like half-dried blood, so intense that Yu Ci suspected it was about to drip down the next moment.
In Yu Ci's limited twenty-six years of life, he had never seen such a sky. Looking down further at the ground, the soil was the exact same color, and no vegetation survived.
Is this where Xuanhuang resides?
According to the route map given over there, this was the destination. Xuanhuang was somewhere in this world. Yu Ci looked into the distance as far as his eyes could reach, yet discovered no clues, only to find himself entangled in an unexpected trouble.
After standing in this world for a short while, he felt his breathing become increasingly difficult, and the circulation of his vital breath was restricted when drawing in and expelling the primordial energy of heaven and earth—who knew what kind of things had been mixed into the external energy, making it feel more like he was inhaling black ink, instantly dyeing everything inside and out completely through!
Soaked by the "black ink," Yu Ci let out a muffled groan. He felt as though the "ink" was seeping with some kind of poison; infiltrating his body, it immediately acted upon his vital breath, as if a fire had been lit. His whole body felt as though it were burning, and the suppressed injuries within his body almost