Once again... that familiar, instantaneous sensation of weightlessness.
Cui Ciyou's consciousness felt as though it had been thrown into a rapidly spinning drum.
The world spun, and his senses fell away.
The sensation of "teleportation" was hardly pleasant for Cui Ciyou.
Every time, it felt like a small death and rebirth.
To compare it to motion sickness, teleportation was motion sickness of the mind.
It felt like jolting awake from a deep sleep, his heart pounding uncontrollably, yet unable to remember what he had just dreamed.
In short, his consciousness had clearly cut out for an instant.
The discomfort was one thing, but what made Cui Ciyou hate teleportation was...
For someone as calm as him, someone who liked to keep everything under his own control,
he utterly loathed the feeling of entrusting his life entirely to an unknown Magic Circle.
When that dizzying sensation of weightlessness finally faded, Cui Ciyou shook his groggy head and regained his clarity.
Cui Ciyou shook his groggy head and looked beside him.
Elinalise also wore a bewildered expression as she warily surveyed their surroundings.
As a long-lived elf, she had clearly experienced plenty of strange things.
But this Ancient Teleportation Magic, which carried them across an entire continent, was a first for her as well.
She found it quite astonishing...
"We... moved, didn't we?" Elinalise asked uncertainly.
"We should have," Cui Ciyou replied.
Their surroundings bore a startling resemblance to the forest ruins they had just left.
After all, according to the Human God, the teleportation Magic Circles were all set inside ruins.
These ruins were likewise stone structures marked by the passage of time, and just as dilapidated.
Still, a closer look revealed differences.
Fine yellow sand had collected in the corners, and no damp vines clung to the walls.
The stone