Meng Chuan arrived in the Dragon Race World and took a deep breath of modern air.
"Pah!"
"Nothing but smog!"
Meng Chuan sent out his divine sense and instantly found Lu Mingfei preparing to board a plane. He had once again formed a three-man team with Caesar and Chu Zihang. They were headed to the island nation, ready to throw themselves into its flourishing host-club industry.
Meng Chuan did not disturb them. What was there to see about a plane ride? It was not as though Lu Mingfei was the one doing the flying.
He went to the moon and found the spot where the Space-Time Passage had appeared last time.
Hum! A phantom Jade Disc trembled and emerged in the Starry Sky. It was the mark Meng Chuan had left there last time.
The phantom drifted toward Meng Chuan, who drew it back into himself. Then he looked at that spot, smiled, and said:
"Still not coming out?"
The moment Meng Chuan finished speaking, the Starry Sky shuddered. Grey Mist appeared out of nowhere. Wherever it touched, the Starry Sky seemed to come alive, taking on an uncanny vitality.
Eyes appeared throughout the Void, staring at Meng Chuan with cold, merciless, rational—and yet frenzied—gazes.
They belonged to no one. They were the eyes of this awakened stretch of Starry Sky.
"What powerful corruption." Meng Chuan regarded the eyes with interest.
This was an experience utterly unlike orthodox Cultivation systems.
The Grey Mist grew thicker. The corruption continued, and the Starry Sky even showed signs of turning into a monster.
At that moment, several nations on the Planet below observed what was happening beside the moon. They saw the eyes, the mist, and Meng Chuan with his back to the Planet.
"What is that?" someone said in disbelief. How could