They were all intelligent women, and they understood Lynn's words almost immediately.
The upheaval in the laws of this region had thrown their time out of sync.
Still, the effect seemed relatively minor.
From what they could sense now, the turbulence in the laws here had gradually subsided to an acceptable level.
"Lynn, did you go through the same thing we did? We entered an illusion of the mind, and it took us a long time to break free."
The Self-Binding Angel asked.
Lynn adjusted his mask and shook his head.
"More or less, except mine was a little stranger. Fortunately, it wasn't a major problem."
He still did not reveal everything he had experienced. The issue of timelines was far too complicated, and he could not be certain whether his own conjectures were true.
Aivier glanced sideways at him.
"This place is even more chaotic than when I came here just after the New World was established. I never expected even me to run into obstacles. Let's hurry and leave this place as soon as possible."
They immediately readied themselves and headed upstream through the Sea of Mists as fast as they could.
This time, they encountered no further abnormalities.
They had a few scares along the way, but came through unharmed.
Finally, several hours later, they burst out of the roiling Sea of Mists and set foot on land.
"We're finally out!"
The Self-Binding Angel drew a deep breath and turned to look at the vast ocean, her gaze complicated.
Here, what had once been the source of the Nether Sea had become a mighty ocean, no different from any ordinary sea. It was no longer that chaotic torrent of matter.
Above them, faint moonlight spilled down, scarlet as blood.
They had officially set foot on the First