Traveling through the Star Gate was like flying through a bizarre, kaleidoscopic world. Most of the time, everything was pitch-black, but occasionally, strange lights appeared. Those lights defied description; sometimes they could not even be seen, yet remained present in his perception.
Fang Yun lost all sense of time. He only felt his entire body tightly bound. After an unknown interval, the pressure relaxed, and then a tremendous force struck his back, sending him hurtling forward involuntarily.
Fang Yun could not resist that force and could only ride its momentum.
Suddenly, white light spilled across his vision like a sheet of water standing upright, and Fang Yun plunged headfirst into it.
His feet seemed to step into empty space, and his knees buckled. He hurried forward to dissipate the force driving him from behind.
Only after seven or eight steps did Fang Yun come to a stop.
During those seven or eight steps, Fang Yun had already taken in his surroundings. This was a plain hall, its style closely resembling the Temples of Sages throughout human lands, but without the sages' tablets or statues. It was clearly a side hall or an auxiliary hall.
The hall was spacious and empty, thirty zhang long, with only four people guarding its entrance. Fang Yun immediately strode toward them and glanced back.
At first glance, there was nothing behind him, but a closer look revealed transparent ripples undulating there, almost imperceptible to ordinary people.
After a few steps, Fang Yun suddenly felt a little cold and immediately remembered how unusual the Ten Cold Ancient Land was. Even Great Scholars, normally impervious to heat and cold, had to wear thickened clothing here, preferably with warming jade, or they would still feel chilled.
Fang Yun took a piece of crimson warming jade strung on a