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The space was far too vast and empty. There was not a single place to hide in that pale expanse. The ground was made of some strange material, clear yet opaque, like ice but not cold in the slightest. There was no dust, and it was not too harsh on the eyes. But after a while, looking at it became tiring, and she even began to see illusions of light.

If anything appeared in the distance, she could spot it at a glance. And standing here, she would be just as easy to spot.

After a moment's thought, Qiao Ranran took a grayish-white cloak from her Storage Bracelet and wrapped herself in it. She was not cold, and the camouflage might not help much, but it gave her some peace of mind.

She tapped the ground. Something about it felt wrong, though she could not say what. She probed it with her Divine Sense and found nothing unusual. Perhaps she simply had not seen enough of the world.

Ever since the Wind Spirit Essence had joined forces with the Crimson Grass Sword, it had taken a liking to the streak of red along the blade and refused to leave it. Now Qiao Ranran's Crimson Grass Sword was red and green, strikingly conspicuous.

Using the Crimson Grass Sword to dig up the ground seemed a bit unfair to it, so she took out her Little Herb Hoe instead. It was low-grade, inexpensive, and expendable; she had stocked plenty of them in her Storage Bracelet.

But one swing left no mark on the ground, while a huge chunk broke off the Little Herb Hoe.

Qiao Ranran: "..." What a rip-off.

She tried shaping her Spiritual Power into a blade, but it could do nothing to the strange ground either. Was the ground