In that strange space, Zheng Fan walked ahead with BlackWarGreymon behind him. The two kept walking, with no idea whether months or years had passed.
"BlackWarGreymon, have you seen these scenes before?" From time to time, Zheng Fan stopped to ask questions. BlackWarGreymon had already wandered through this space for a long time before this.
BlackWarGreymon widened his eyes, taking in the constantly shifting scenery around them. Only after a long while did he say, "Are these images reflecting the vast space outside? The scenery keeps changing, but every single moment is something I've experienced before."
"That's great. We've found the right path," Zheng Fan said excitedly. Time flowed at the same rate here as it did outside, but people's perceptions were distorted. The stronger their perception, the worse the distortion. Without BlackWarGreymon to guide him, Zheng Fan would have torn through space and left long ago.
Zheng Fan and BlackWarGreymon walked through this bizarre world for another three months. At last, the Night Dawn Sword let out a clear, melodious ring. Wisps of light blossomed from its blade, connecting with a distant light.
Following that light onward, Zheng Fan and BlackWarGreymon took no more detours and soon entered a world of nothingness. Though this world felt lonely, both of them had long since had enough of that chaotic space. Besides, this place did not distort their perceptions.
"Azulongmon, it's been a long time. I never imagined you'd be in such a terrible state." Zheng Fan sighed and restrained the restless Night Dawn Sword. The chains Azulongmon used to suppress himself would greatly benefit the sword, but Azulongmon needed them more.
"At last! I've finally found you! Who are you? What exactly are you trying to do to me?" BlackWarGreymon was nowhere near as mild-tempered as Zheng Fan. Though his