Sakaar

The Bifrost was not a road.

It was more like a kaleidoscope stuffed with colored shards of glass and violently shaken by a madman.

His internal organs churned.

Beside Chu Hang, Thor was like a drunken rugby player, crashing recklessly through the streams of energy.

Loki, meanwhile, had gone pale. He kept his mouth tightly shut, desperately maintaining the last vestiges of his dignity.

Ahead, the surging torrent of energy suddenly split without warning. A massive spatial vortex opened like a gaping mouth.

Loki was the closest. Before he could even cry out, the suction dragged him inside, and he vanished in an instant.

Thor was next. He could no longer control his direction and roared as he reached out, trying to grab Chu Hang, but another, smaller vortex swept him away.

"See you in Asgard!" The echo stretched out before abruptly cutting off.

Now only Chu Hang remained.

He felt as if he had been thrown into an out-of-control washing machine, tumbling through a chaotic storm of energy.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a sliver of light ahead—an exit that looked like the discharge outlet of a cosmic sewer.

He had no time to adjust his posture before tremendous inertia hurled him out.

He slammed headfirst into a pile of cold, hard metal.

The violent impact blacked out his vision. It took several seconds before he recovered.

He propped himself up and sat, looking around.

The sky was a bizarre green, with multicolored blocky clouds floating through it. Countless wormholes of various sizes covered the heavens, like innumerable mouths in the sky. All kinds of bizarre, smoke-belching ships raced recklessly through the air, making ear-piercing noise.

As for Chu Hang himself, he was sitting atop a garbage mountain that stretched beyond sight.

Metal, plastic, and