After a violent bout of dizziness.
Thud.
Shi Hou slammed heavily onto the hard ground.
There was no soil, no vegetation.
All he could see were pallid skeletons, from birds and beasts to mountain-sized Primordial Remnants, piled layer upon layer over every inch of space within sight.
An icy wind threaded through the enormous hollows in the bones, making strange, sobbing sounds.
Thick black fog filled the world, steeped in decay, cold, and a nauseating deathly stillness.
This was a true land of death.
Kang abruptly straightened up on his shoulder.
"Oink! Oink!"
Terror covered the pig's pitch-black face, and every bone spike on its back stood on end. It plunged into Shi Hou's arms and clung desperately to his neck, shaking like grain in a sieve.
Shi Hou rubbed his aching shoulder, pulled Kang off his neck, stuffed it back against his chest, and casually slapped its pig face.
"You coward. This isn't a slaughterhouse. What are you squealing for?"
The black fog rolled over and pressed against his skin.
Hiss.
Like water splashing into hot oil, the black fog was burned into nothingness by the crimson blood qi spilling from his body the instant it touched him. It did not even manage a bubble.
Shi Hou brushed off his arms and surveyed his surroundings.
The sky was dark red, leaving him unable to tell north from south or east from west. There were no signposts, no signs of life.
He curled his lip and pulled a white jade radish from the Black Pot Space.
"When in doubt, let mysticism sort it out."
He casually tossed it into the air.
The radish flipped twice, then landed in a heap of dry bones with a plop, its root pointing firmly ahead and to the left.
Shi Hou glanced at the