As the blue pillar of light abruptly vanished, Xu Zixiao's vision swam. After a powerful tearing sensation, his feet finally touched solid ground.
Yet the next second, he sensed that something was wrong.
The ground beneath his feet was not ordinary soil, but rugged terrain formed of dark-gold rock.
Wreckage of every kind lay scattered everywhere, including enormous beasts dozens of zhang long.
As far as the eye could see, there was no end in sight.
Xu Zixiao looked up, and the sight before him was even more unbelievable.
Above and around them was not a starry sky, but rivers and lakes of color. Some flowed slowly, while others hung motionless in the air.
A blue waterfall poured down from overhead. Its waters were crystalline and translucent, yet halfway down, they were cut across by an amber lake.
The two liquids of different attributes collided, steaming up distorted mist.
The light did not come from the sun or moon, but from the bewitching, icy glow emitted by the laws themselves.
Azure, blue, violet, gold, and other colors intertwined, bathing this place in light until it resembled a ghostly domain.
There was no alternation of day and night here, only ever-changing light and shadow, along with inexplicable whispers.
As Xu Changqing observed through Xu Zixiao with focused attention, a huge object suddenly peeled away in the distance.
It was a mountain burning with green flames, its body covered in strange runes.
It crashed into the rocks, its body shattering in an instant and scattering fragments and ripples of law across the sky.
Wherever the ripples of law passed, vast quantities of things were annihilated.
Yet not long after, it suddenly vanished without a trace.
Xu Changqing was deeply alarmed. The situation here was far too strange.
The scenery was often fractured,